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Devil's Nest - Wednesday

There was a piano. Jack was giving it a whole bunch of sour looks as she came in and caught the keys. "Is Northman having some sort of fucking emotional crisis, Tiny?" Tiny went a bit pokerfaced and shrugged. He wasn't dumb enough to answer that - ever. "I mean, for fucksake, have we scared off that many DJ's that we have to get someone in here to pick out 'Chopsticks' for the crowd? People come here to drink and shake their shit and find someone to hook up with, if he turns it into some slow piano jazz bar with a bunch of Barry Manilow bullshit, I'm out."

Tiny gave her an incredibly pointed look. "It's easier to yell at DJ's, asshole!" she answered, "I'm not personally insulting their fuckin' life skills when I tell them they suck!" .... You kind of were, Jack.

She went in to do inventory, shoved it in the till with 'What the fuck? Piano?' on it and then.. went over to the piano and began absently playing a piece of music. Tiny's jaw dropped. "What?" Jack demanded, "I stole a piano once!"

She'd done no such thing. Liara had taught her. Jack could also play 'Chopsticks' but .. she liked this better.

And now she missed Liara. Great.

[Devil's Nest is Open! OCD is up!]

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Alcohol. Git you some.

Kaidan went to visit Jack. The song she was playing drew a small flinch, that he tried to hide, while he walked to the bar. "I'm getting punched if I order a drink, aren't I?"

"Absofuckinglutely," Jack answered immediately, "If it has alcohol, anyway. There's a shitload of weird Japanese soda you can have. Try one of those fuckers."

She ignored the flinch. Knew why it was there. Also knew better than to stop playing until the song was over. Headed over toward him and just sort of shrugged.

Kaidan shrugged and ordered one. He didn't really care what flavor. "Figured I'd check in, make sure you hadn't strangled Sparkle."

"I didn't fuckin' strangle Sparkle," Jack scowled, "I made the little shit come up and make me the cheese rice shit."

Kaidan blinked. "You had risotto for breakfast?"

"Yeah?" Jack shrugged, "It was healthy. He put broccoli in it, even."

"For breakfast?!" he repeated. Kaidan shook his head.

"So?" Jack shrugged, "It was good."

"Uh huh," Kaidan said skeptically, but held his hands up, "I'm sure it was good, just seems heavy for breakfast." He put this hands down, taking a drink of his soda, "So.. how'd it go?"

"The rice?" Jack asked in the tone of snark, "I just fucking said it was good, asshole."

"The date," Kaidan smirked at her, because hey, if she was going to leave the opening there, he was going to take it. "How'd the date with Duke go?"

"Get fucked twice," Jack told him, growling, "It was not a goddamn date. We had dinner. The food was good. End story."

Kaidan blinked and had to pause a second before he could parse that Jack was directing the first part at him, and not describing.. Anyway. He ignored it.

"Are you still talking to him this morning?" he asked, working his way around the worry.

"Wasn't that, either," Jack said flatly, "We just had food. I'm not his type."

Kaidan threw her a sharp look, "That him or you, saying that?"

"Jesus fuck, Kaidan, it's me saying it," Jack glared at him, "Don't get all fucking head shrink at me, either. I'm not anybody's type. That's a good thing. Means he's got some fucking sense."

"Didn't we just have this conversation, but the other way around?" Kaidan asked.

"Yeah, because you're a dick," Jack bit out, "Little fuckin' different, Kaidan. You're a good goddamn person with this fucked up shit in his head who thinks he's a monster. For no good goddamn reason I can fucking see. Then there's me. I know what I am, asshole. And I don't do regrets."

"You're not the same person you were, Jack," Kaidan told her, "You haven't been in years now."

He wasn't answering the comment about himself.

"Still myself enough to just about put Kanan in a goddamn coma," she spat.

"Wait, what?" Kaidan blinked. It took him a minute. Then he shook his head, "That wasn't you."

"Fuck it wasn't," Jack said flatly, "You didn't hear him scream."

"Yeah, Jack, I did," Kaidan pointed out, "The comm was open. He screamed when the Reaper died. That wasn't on you. That wasn't you."

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"The fuck it wasn't," Jack just repeated. "That's me, Kaidan. That part? It ain't never gonna change. It can't. I can fucking live with it. Ain't nobody else gotta. Not ever."

"You controlled the situation, Jack," Kaidan pointed out, "It wasn't you, but even so, you took control of yourself. You wouldn't have, before."

After a minute he shook his head. "You didn't hurt Kanan, Jack. The contact with the Reapers hurt him. I was there while he recovered. He was about on par with me, and you sure as hell didn't hurt me. Battle stress," he shrugged, "Totally normal. He dealt with it."

"Yeah?" Jack asked bitterly, "How'd that go? How much medigel did you have to pump into him?"

"None," Kaidan said pointedly, "It was textbook battle stress. That doesn't need medigel."

"No, it needs about a liter of good strong grain alcohol, loud music and a whole lot of other shit he don't do," she glared, "Not like you could take him out clubbing, Kaidan."

"Didn't take him clubbing," Kaidan confirmed, rolling his eyes, "Like I'd go clubbing? Too many lights, too much noise. I made sure he got enough sleep, and he was fine in the morning. As fine as any of us were, anyway. You've seen him since, Jack. He's doing okay." He shrugged and sipped his soda, "You'd know if he wasn't."

"Yeah, that's true enough," Jack admitted grudgingly, "Still." She shot him a look, "I'm surprised you slept."

Kaidan shrugged, "I slept. Had to, if I'd stayed awake, the hamster wheeling my brain would've been doing would've kept him awake, and he needed the rest."

"Shit," Jack snorted, "That fucking works I should throw him in your apartment once a week."

Kaidan took another very calm drink of soda before answering. Then he called up his Omni and just casually ran a medical scan on Jack.

"Huh. Temperature's perfectly normal. Thought maybe you had a fever, offering to let someone else stay in your room like that."

Jack shot him a look. "Who says I would? I'd throw him in yours. Then you couldn't even pretend it wasn't buggin' him. Your bed's big enough for half a regiment, not like his skinny Jedi ass won't fit."

Kaidan took another drink of his soda and shrugged, "Unlike some people, he doesn't stick his icecube feet on me in the middle of the night. Still don't think this is very fair to him, though."

"He worries about you too," Jack said pointedly, "Pretty sure he'd if I so much's mentioned it, he'd camp out in your place on his own. Sit on you, pin you down, give you his best serious Jedi face until you submitted to sleep."

Just gonna. Drink the soda.

"That's not a real good way to get me to sleep," he noted, "Besides. I sleep enough."

"Like hell you do," Jack grouched at him, "I've been around you after missions too fucking long to believe that bullshit."

Kaidan shrugged, "This one was ugly, but it got less ugly, and now I've got some downtime before they need me for anything else. I'll be fine, Jack. Always am."

"You're always an asshole, is what you always are," Jack glowered.

Axes and booze, woo!

Don't even think about Fur Elise or Greensleeves.

Have fun finding out if Northman's there.

Look, you didn't think I was gonna pass up the opportunity to link that song, did you? I mean, maybe if you never played the games, sure.

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Devil's Nest - Wednesday

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