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[evite]

nice try
i said i'd take you, not that i'd spill the secret address via text

[overrate]

really?
you're really gonna do the field trip bullshit?
i don't need a chaperone, you know

[evite]

you're going to need someone to vet you in, dummy
and if you want to get a leg up on the respect ladder, going in with one of the better fighters on the docket is a hell of a way to do it

but sure, if you want to walk in on your own, be my guest

[overrate]

you? one of the better fighters?
i wanna see this.

[evite]

i don't fight in the rings that often.

[ once or twice. here and there. ]

i'll spar with you if that's something you actually want, but i wasn't talking about myself.

[overrate]

ohhhh riiiiight
your fiancee
whatever

[ he just wants to go? let him go ]

[evite]

yes, my fiancee
you know there's this whole life lesson i could impart on you here, right? being nice to people who are offering you things will work out better for you

but i did bully him into making me dinner after i whipped his ass at checkers, so i guess it's not exactly my niche to instruct on

you hungry?

[overrate]

you're doing this on purpose.
you know exactly what i want and you're stalling.

[evite]

yes
and?

[ 🙃🙃🙃 ]

[overrate]

stop it 🤬

[evite]

are you hungry?

[overrate]

no!
don't tell me the cost of going to the fight club
is getting dinner or some shit
come onnnnnn

[evite]

no, the cost of going to fight club is waiting until fight club starts
and it starts after dinner

so come have dinner, and then we can go

[ aggressively moms him, it's fine ]

[overrate]

you could have led with that

[evite]

consider: you could have responded with "yeah i'm hungry" instead of digging your heels in like i'm trying to poison you
he's a good cook, come eat something before you die of avoiding-bugs-forever starvation

[overrate]

hey, i have a favorite joint to eat at okay.
but fine. you win.

[evite]

i was going to win the whole time, bobby, i had all the leverage
next time don't let your pride get in the way of a free meal

[overrate]

[ honestly he's just sending a picture of him flipping off this hypothetical camera ]

fine. next time i won't do that.

[evite]

[ it's a cute picture. strong 'fuck you' vibes. five out of ten, needs work on framing the subject. time to let the older jason teach you how to take a selfie.

but also: have her address. it's an obnoxiously bougie apartment building with a full-time staff, including a very nice doorman named sam. ]

be nice to sam when you come in.

[overrate]

see you soon, i guess.

[ no promise on being nice to sam-- but of course, he'll be nice to sam. he would never be mean to alfred, after all. just randos on the street. not people trying to make an honest living.

it takes him about an hour-- and he will be pointedly ignoring every single window he can.

knock knock. ]

[evite]

[ by the time 'dinner time' rolls around, the curtains in front of daisy's floor-to-ceiling windows have been shut, leaving the room with the pretty colors of sunset but not the unfortunate blinding effect of having a sinking sun shine directly into anyone's eyes.

being that this is the future and daisy's apartment building is not cheap, the door opens automatically upon his arrival. he's already been coded as 'expected guest', so the building does the rest. when the chime of someone walking into the door sounds through daisy's implant, she peeks out of the kitchen, a piece of something grabbed out of the skillet still on the stove halfway to her mouth when she greets him. ]

Look at you, you made it. [ she's an asshole. ] Sit wherever you want, shouldn't be long now.

[ hulking russian man is nearly done. ]

[kgbs]

( hulking russian man is nearly done and, after a few minutes to finish, comes out with a plate of steaks, potaties, and vegetables. he eyes jason as he does but says nothing, settling the food on the coffee table before going back to get them their drinks.

jason gets milk.

he also brings out the plates, silverware, and napkins before gesturing towards the food. )

Go ahead.

( he takes a seat next to daisy. )

[overrate]

Milk?

Seriously?

[ he's looking at all the food, and there's a thought that crosses his mind. how many people think he's not eating?

how many people think he needs to eat? ]

How come there's milk and no fucking hamburgers?

[kgbs]

I wasn't aware we were going to be having company so I didn't plan my menu around you.

( but also, steak was better. )

And yes, milk. Get a plate and serve yourself. Take as much as you'd like.

[overrate]

Meant more generally.

[ god, was milk a luxury like that? he just stares at that, and then the food.

he wasn't kidding about not being hungry, but he can play the game for what he really wants, even if family dinners feel... weird. ]