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houseofcards_rp2012-05-04 07:53 pm
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[OTA] Just another game
He'd been laying low, keeping quiet for...several days, really, though he'd started giving serious consideration to Ceiro's offhand idea about a museum for the assorted in-storage artifacts he'd spent way too many years organizing and cataloging. And that was odd for him, to be giving credence to the ideas of a man he'd been planning to replace as long as he'd been king. But there it was.
For now, however, Jordan was down at the Four Suits, alone. He had bourbon, though not enough to get him drunk, of course; a pool cue and the table to himself. It was a good way to deal with some of the recent stress without looking like he was dealing with the recent stress - there was something satisfying about the sound of the balls knocking together, but to all the world it looked like he was just playing a game. And honestly, in a lot of ways? Jordan was always playing some sort of game.
For now, however, Jordan was down at the Four Suits, alone. He had bourbon, though not enough to get him drunk, of course; a pool cue and the table to himself. It was a good way to deal with some of the recent stress without looking like he was dealing with the recent stress - there was something satisfying about the sound of the balls knocking together, but to all the world it looked like he was just playing a game. And honestly, in a lot of ways? Jordan was always playing some sort of game.
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"S'what kid brothers are for, Mate. Answering the phone before you when your girl calls, tattling to mum and dad, and grey hairs. All part of the package." One corner of his mouth lifts in a wry smile. "Wish to hell I still had mine around."
All this dying was making him morose. Cooper takes a healthy swallow of his beer. The poiint of coming down here was to get away from that rot.
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He shot the ball before speaking again. "I feel a little bad that I never managed to have a relationship with Itchy myself," he says. But then, when they met, Jordan wasn't keen on letting anyone in. Some people might say that's never really changed.
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"Can't say I had much of one myself. I remember a lot of bloody lectures, though." He'd been a wild child back then, full of himself and with an eye for the sheilas.
And angry, ready to challenge the entire Deck after Jack died, pissed at the world and everyone in it until his mum and dad threw up their hands in disgust and pushed him on his grandparents.
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Well, he supposed he had his own advantages. "Heh. But I doubt you had to deal with his babysitting-as-abstinence program, growing up in the Clubs." Not that Jordan could say he did, either. His mother had not been impressed with that idea, to say the least.
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