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The Park on Thursday

It was Thursday and it was Valentine's Day and since she had blown off class on Monday she was blowing off her office hours as well. She'd asked some of the sword boys to come to the park and show off for her and at least two had definitely agreed and one more might show his ass up if he got his lazy bum out of bed in time. She'd banged on a few doors on Floor Four and loudly announced where she was going and why as an invitation of sorts.

She'd hit up Kanan's warehouse and borrowed an armful of his practice swords both metal and bamboo by stuffing them into a duffel bag. For a value of 'borrowed' that meant she hadn't asked but she totally meant to return them before he noticed they were gone. Eh. He was going to be busy today anyway. An item in his warehouse made her snicker quite a bit but she wasn't mean enough to spoil that surprise so she left it alone.

A stop by the Perk to collect a party-sized container of coffee and some cups saw her with enough caffeine to share and then she was off to the park. The practice swords were set out. She parked her ass on a bench with her first coffee of the day and waited. Relaxing back against the bench and enjoying the weather and sunshine.

It was going to be a great day. She could just tell.

[Open! If you think you heard her this morning you definitely did and also open to anyone heading by or through the park. Sword boys gonna sword for her amusement and education.]

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"Doin' my part to do the same," Fjord agreed. "Got a handful of them for the bar regulars."

... Yes, even that one.

"Seemed like the thing to do."

Jack locked her fingers behind her head and leaned back against the bench with an entirely too cat-and-canary smile. "I got a bunch for different people too. Including my good little buddy."

Yeah, that one.

Jack was terrible.

Fjord just snorted a little at that in amusement.

"I'm sure those ones won't last long," he mused.

He was not incorrect.

"So ungrateful, some people."

"Not the ones with my name on, no," Jack's smirk widened. "Think you'll get yours back for a beer tomorrow or do you think she'll start sleeping with it under her pillow?"

Sorry, Fjord.

Shame it was difficult to go more greenish than he already was. Fjord was absolutely making a face, though.

"Guess we'll find out tomorrow." A pause while he glanced around for squirrels. "Ain't all I gave her."

Jack's eyebrows raised inquiringly. "Let me guess. You didn't leave your name on it either?"

"Why the fuck would I go and put my name on it? The bar flower, sure." Little smirk. "Not so much with the sword."

Jack cackled. "Oh fuck! You did not!"

She cackled more because she knew he did. "Aw, fuck, Fjord! I can just see the cat's arse her face must have made at that useless weapon!"

"Useless, but daaaaamn nice." Fjord grinned a grin that was just a little bit tusky. "Made a point of it. Considered her sense of fashion, her weight and apparent strength. If she gave enough of a fuck to learn to use it, I got her a sword that she'd be mighty comfortable wielding, too."

"Oh fuuuck," Jack laughed, "You realize she'd ask you, right?" Jack batted her eyes and cooed in the most saccharine voice she could muster, "Oh Fjord. Someone gave me a sword. Can you show me how to use it? Maybe it's not entirely useless. I'm sorry could you show me that move again? The one where you have to flex those massively meaty biceps? One more time? Again?"

Jack lost it and spent some time just laughing herself to tears. When she surfaced and wiped her eyes she advised, "Make sure you bring your roommate with you. He doesn't look the sort to put up with that bullshit."

Fjord's expression went through an interesting sequence of shifts there that neatly summed up, in succession, "wait, what?" "Oh, I see what you're saying," and then, "FUCK. FUCK FUCK FUCK."

Just like that.

"... Yeah, I'll be bringing Fenris if it comes to that."

FUCK.

"I was looking to maybe learn this shit too," Jack shrugged, "That's sort of what today's about. If you need me to tag in, it's not like I fucking mind."

She glanced at Fenris and back to Fjord, "The squirrels just being their usual dickish selves or are you two..?" Their body language was all sorts of wrong for it but what the fuck did she even know.

"Might take you up on that," Fjord replied, a little gratefully.

Because really.

And then he followed her glance. And paused. And frowned a little.

"Wait, what are the squirrels saying? We're friends. We live in a hotel room that happens to have one bed, and neither of us are fans of sleeping on the floor if we don't have to."

"I'm down," Jack assured him.

She made a face. "The memory thing? The squirrels were being dicks and trying to make a thing about people waking up with people they didn't know and the little fuckers implied heavily that everyone waking up that way was together. They're dicks. Wouldn't be a thing if you were but that's not the vibe I'm gettin'."

"Good, ah... don't get that vibe," Fjord replied, looking faintly perturbed toward another squirrel as it ran by. "I'm not with anybody, and as far as I can tell, neither is Fenris and neither of us are looking to change that."

Other priorities. No interest in romance.

Jack shook her head, "Buddy, I purely do not fucking care. It was just a shitty thing the squirrels were doing and I cut it off where I fucking could. Just figured I'd make sure, you know? Didn't want to assume shit."

Fjord shook his head and blew out a breath.

"I mean, that said, if, ah, if your new best friend happens to get the impression that we are, I'm not going to disabuse her of that misconception again."

It was easier that way, and Fenris had already more or less thrown himself on that grenade anyway.

Jack tilted her head and listened with a slow nod. "Sure. Long as it doesn't fucking bother you two. That's one way should keep her the fuck off your back. If she had a brain cell."

She eyed Fenris critically. "I mean, look at that chiseled bastard. That'd intimidate most goddamn people."

Fjord glanced at Fenris thoughtfully.

"The armor says a thing or two, as well."

And the giant fuck-off sword.

He wasn't too impressed with the muscle. But: Half-orc. And a little on the svelte side for one, but still easily more built than most people on the island.

"That says he's real fuckin' dangerous," Jack agreed with a nod, "but not so much why you'd make a choice of him to most people, you know? Not that looks much fucking matter but for someone like her who judges everyone against herself to find 'em fuckin' wanting?"

Thumbs down. Both thumbs. "No contest. He's way hotter."

She looked at Fenris again. "It's real goddamn stupid, Fjord. You think people'd see it. Not that you did but if you did? It's because you'd see him as your fucking equal. Armor, swords, and one badass motherfucker don't need you to save him or him to save you but someone'd fight right the fuck beside you, you know?"

For Jack, that was a deep thought right there about relationships.

At least it was a deep thought that was just about Fjord's speed.

"It is good, knowing who here has my back," he replied, nodding faintly. "He's gone at people for my sake before. Never asked him to. It was..." He smiled wryly. "... It was appreciated."

"Vicious little weasel," Jack said, throwing the elf an approving glance.

"Vicious little weasel," Fjord agreed. "... Damn good friend, too."

Gods only knew how the hell he would have gotten by on the island between his arrival and when he'd met Beau if not for meeting that damn elf.

Her eyes were amused when she looked at him. "The best ones always are. You should meet some of mine someday." She laughed, "Hell. You probably have."

"I might've done," Fjord agreed. "Which ones count as 'some of yours,' anyway?"

Always good to know these things. Pick out the good people. Wheat and chaff and all that.

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