The Brazen Turtle Rides Again

[jirk]

Characters: Jim Kirk, Prussia and open!
Date: Feb 4th/5th
Location: The Brazen Turtle
Situation: Bar fight/general mingle log, with threadstarters for fun and shenanigans!
Warnings/Rating: Violence, maybe some swearing. Shouldn't get too intensive! See the post for threadstarts.

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[beunbroken]

I do. [She still is looking at him in that expectant way of hers.]

I know. That's my fault. If they hassle you, I'll come talk to them.

[washitaway]

I'd just as soon avoid causin' any trouble to begin with, especially here. [Booker says it mildly enough - he's gone this long without committing any violence, after all. Hasn't hurt anyone physically the whole time he's been on the turtle, even. He'd like to keep that record clean as long as possible.]

[beunbroken]

Don't want them to add interest to your bar tab?

[She raises an eyebrow, wry as ever.]

[washitaway]

Hey, I'm gonna pay off my tab tonight. [He gives her a so there kind of look in return.] I got a bonus, at work.

[beunbroken]

You did? [She perks up, giving him a quick hug.] Congratulations!

[Wait]

...And you're only telling me this now?

[washitaway]

Just the other day. I thought maybe I'd buy you something but... I'm not really the creative sort.

[He sort of awkwardly shoves his hands in his pockets and gives her a helpless look.] It's a lot of money. You can use it, however you like.

[beunbroken]

You don't need to buy me anything, Booker. [She's almost scolding him.] Why don't you pay off your bar tab, and then we put it away somewhere safe? For a rainy day.

[She knows what you are doing.]

[washitaway]

I didn't need that guitar, either. [He says it without any vitriol, though. Just pointing it out.]

I guess.

[Having money is just weird to him, okay? He's never really experienced the feeling of having more money than he knows what to do with.]

[beunbroken]

Yes, you did. [Don't argue with her about your guitar. It was everything you needed.] Watching you with it... You seem so at ease. You drop so much tension. It's like you're coming home.

So I really think you did.

[washitaway]

I'm home with you. [He says that with feeling, but it's not really an argument. A big part of the reason why he likes the guitar so much and it puts him so at ease is because she gave it to him.]

[beunbroken]

...Booker... [She isn't even sure how to respond to that.]

[washitaway]

Elizabeth. [He leans against the bar, arms crossed over his chest.] Trust me. I'm fine right here. I'm happy right here. [He means that, too. In a general sense.]

[beunbroken]

[She wants to trust him. She really does. But trust, even for her father, does not come easily.] Okay. If you say so.

[washitaway]

[He gives her what he hopes is a reassuring smile.]

Hey, maybe we can use some of the money to go out to a nice restaurant one night. Just the two of us, a fancy dinner. It's not Paris, but...

[beunbroken]

Do... do you mean it? Oh, Booker! [And she's hugging him again.] I would love that! I've never been to a fancy restaurant! Just a few cafes here and there, but- can we? When?

[washitaway]

Sure. [He smiles at her, returning the hug.] Whenever you want. We'll have to find a place.

[A place that will let them through the door, he doesn't say, but that's sort of what he means. Well, that, and he's just not familiar with the nicer, expensive restaurants on the turtle.]

[beunbroken]

[She wants to say right now but that's not an option, because they're at a bar, and she's celebrating for Jim.] Soon! I'll ask some people if they know any good places.

[washitaway]

Probably a good idea. [He nods, and gives her hand a squeeze.] Can't say I have much notion of places like that, or whether they'd even let the likes of us in the door.

[beunbroken]

They will. [She's so sure of it.] You just have to bathe and maybe run a brush through your hair, but they'll let us in.

[washitaway]

I bathe. [He did yesterday, gosh!] What's wrong with my hair?

[beunbroken]

It looks really messy. Here. [She leans up and gently brushes it to the side.] There. That's better. Now you don't look like you just walked out of a bar fight.

[washitaway]

It's just the wind catches it sometimes.

[Elizabeeeeeeth. It's bad enough you make him shave every three days instead of every five and take a bath every other day!]

[beunbroken]

[She is looking out for you, Booker DeWitt, because someone needs to. Without her you go straight to the bottom of the bottle and it's amazing you survived so long without her.]

Right. Well, this suits you. You look handsome.

[washitaway]

[Mostly it was sheer dumb luck combined with decent survival instincts.]

I guess that's better than thuggish and frightening.

[beunbroken]

Well, you have that going for you, too.