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WHO: Alec Hardison || ageoftheg33kand Cole MacGrath || imonabike
WHERE: Cole's apartment.
WHEN: Slightly backdated to two days ago, Monday night (if that's cool).
WARNINGS: None.
SUMMARY: Cole is pissed and Alec wants to make him not pissed. Bromance ensues.
FORMAT: Quicklog, just tell me if you wanna do it different?

Cole was an irritable man, but he knew what had happened really wasn't Troy's fault. It just... happened to set off memories, good ones and bad ones. Whenever anyone would ask him what he'd rather be here or home, he'd have an answer. Home. Crappy conditions aside, at least he could do something about it there.

He sat back on the couch and sighed, waiting for Hardison. Beer and an X-Box would be good. Though even then, it reminded him of home. But it was something.

Comments

guy love, he's mine i'm his, there's nothing gay about it in our eyes

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

[Hardison set the 12-pack down before knocking on Sparky's door. His XBOX was in the backpack slung over his shoulders, and he wasn't sure just what he was going to get when Cole let him in.]

Ding dong, dude! Special delivery!

SO BEAUTIFUL /tear

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[With a grunt, Cole lazily got up and opened the door.]

Hey.

[He'd throw in some witty remark, but he doesn't feel like having a sense of humor right now. Not YET, anyway. For now he just looks at Hardison, approvingly but tiredly, and gives him some room to step inside.]

like staring into the SUN

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[It doesn't deter him anyway. Hardison grabs the beer and strides into the place. He gives it a once over for exits and the like out of habit and then throws Cole an appreciative grin.]

Nice place! Want the beer in the fridge? [Yeah he's not waiting for an answer. He helps himself to the fridge, pulling two from the pack and tossing one Cole's way.] Here you go, brah.

I ordered pizza, half cheese and half everything you can think of except for anchovies. That shit ain't right to be eating, ever. I brought the console and about a dozen games, you can rifle through and pick if you want. [Parker doesn't call him chatterbox for nothing. Cole can stay monosyllabic forever, Hardison's used to having to fill up the quiet space. The console comes off his back and he takes the liberty to start hooking it up to Cole's television.]

THE SUN IS SO BEAUTIFUL--WHY AM I BLIND NOW

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[He catches it quickly and pops it open.] Thanks. I'm used to sleeping on a roof, so actually being under one's a damn luxury.

[Speaking of luxuries, he hasn't had pizza in a while either. Thinking about the pizza kinda lightens him up a little, and he wets his lips before sitting down with him, doing said rifling through the games. He makes no comment on the chatter--he's used to it.]

...Man.

[Not so much at his collection... just the fact he's not used to having any of these things, even for just two weeks.]

LOOK AWAY OH DEAR GOD YOU POOR BASTARD LOOK AWAAAAAY

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

[Once he'd arrived and gotten the run down from Parker, Hardison had made quick work of securing room and board and a new bank account all under one of his favorite aliases. It was nice to have a new Iceland where he wasn't wanted for a large reward. It's good to see the fruits of his non!labor pulling Cole out of his funk.]

Damn, for real? I mean, I've been in shitty places, but I don't think I was ever so bad that I didn't find a roof to put over me. You do the homeless gig, then?

[Wires are meticulously run back to the ports, and Hardison's satisfied with the set up. He places the controllers on the table and stands to crack his own beer open.]

Anything look good? If not, I can probably get a signal and download whatever else. It's actually not that hard with the shiny tech in this world.

FFFFFUUUU

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

Not exactly. I lived with my best friend and girlfriend up there... we had some of the floor below us too. We were one of the lucky ones anyway, getting a place that wasn't completely trashed, compared to the rest of the city. Shit conditions to spare for everyone.

[Cole grabs his own controller to check everything out.]

Mm, so far so good.

OH, BALLS *hands you sunglasses*

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Oh. Sorry, dude. [He can't really say he understands, and it's not like there's anything he can do to actually make it better. Hardison decides to attempt to steer the conversation in a direction that isn't home, in the manly fashion.]

Yeah? Sounds like a challenge to me. Trust me, dude, I will run you over. I've played all of these about a gajillion times. I am a ninja master of X-Box!

SIZZLE SIZZLE

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[As long as nobody was kidnapped or, you know, dead, Cole could cheer up pretty easily. Even back with all the life-or-death errands he had to run back in Empire City, as long as he could chill with a beer with Zeke at the end of the day he was okay. Thus, you actually get a bit of a smirk out of him.]

Uh-huh. You sound like Zeke, you know that.

it's okay stevie wonder i still luuuv you

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Psh. Whoever that dude is, I'll whoop him too. It'll be schooling time in the Hardison hemisphere.

[Smack talk is one of Hardison's favorite pastimes. Sometimes he can even live up to it! Once he's got the smile out of Cole, he's just gonna keep going.]

For real, though, while it sucks being stuck here I'd probably just waste away if it didn't have this kinda thing. Although I'mma tell you, I locked down in my apartment for that zombie thing. Stank like hell, I was too scared to shower!

yayyyy

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

[At the mention of zombies, Cole automatically reaches and touches his own shoulder.]

... Don't blame you, I got bit by one of 'em.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

[Hardison reacts pretty strongly to that. Zombies are not his favorite thing. He might even edge away from Cole instinctively.]

Oh, shit, are you for real? Why aren't you-- [insert zombie noises here.] Braaaains?

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[Cole rolls up his sleeves, revealing bandanges from still-healing burns. An unrelated injury, but up next to it was the scar of a bite.]

Relax, I got healed.

i are having good grammer!

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[And he does, once he's sure the pizza's not the appetizer to the Hardison-meal. Of course, he can't act like he was really scared now.]

I'm good, what? It's cool, just messing around.

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

Heh. Felt like showing off, anyway.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I hear that. Sometimes, it doesn't matter what the deal is. Feel cooped up and you gotta let loose. I'm not that hardcore though, I usually just go play some ball or something.

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[He pulls his sleeve down.] Yeah, I guess.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Well actually, I kill time by hacking into famous people's Twitters. You know it's harder to get into a Jonas Brother's iPhone than the president's BlackBerry? I mean, it's not enough to really mean anything but still. That's messed up.

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

... Whoah, you do all that shit?

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Oh, hell yeah. [Now he's into it.] You know Ryan Seacrest really ain't gay? It's a cover for the cover, I don't even know but that guy's a marketing genius. Scary genius.

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[More impressed that he can hack into this stuff than anything else, but the celebrity stuff is still funny as hell, which gets a 'heh' out of him.] W-Wow. Anyone else?

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There's stuff we're doing in Sudan that ain't even ... it's messed up. Hard to talk about. [Over emotional Hardison is shaking his head, now.] ...and the new version of Windows is just Vista with a new UI.

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[Decides not to push it. He just shakes his head.] That's pretty smart, how you can do all that stuff.

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[He shrugs, but he's not exactly one for being humble.] I told you I'm bad ass. But I hear there are people here that can do more than I can with just their brains, so.

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Naw. [He shakes his head again.] I can't even do half that stuff. Went to college, wound up being a delivery guy.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Hey, ain't nothing wrong with honest work. I tried going to college, too. Then I realized I like MMOs better, so.

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

What, so you're one of those child prodigies?

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Nah, that's not me, man. I just like figuring things out I guess.

...What about you and the [sorry for the bad impression of what Hardison thinks your power looks like, Cole.] Bzzt!?

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

[Before he can ask any further--] Huh? [He holds out his curled up fingers, which surge with electricity for a minute.] Ha-ha. I got 'em back home, after the, uh... bomb.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

[Hardison can't help but rattle off his questions.] Oh. That's messed up - like a nuclear radiation deal? You're from Earth, though, right? So it's like a different universe thing, then.

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

It's kind of... weird to explain. Like a bomb that absorbs the neuro-electric energy of the people around it and concentrates it into one person.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Right. Fuck. And that wasn't all that long ago? Must've hurt like a biatch!

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

Me being in the center of it? Yeah.

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Dude, is that why you got a shaved head? I bet your hair stood up on end for like a week. [He chuckles a little in his poor attempt to lighten the mood.]

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[He shakes his head but chuckles lightly himself.] Naw, naw... it was like that before. I was in a coma half the time anyway, so I guess if I had any hair I'd have had Trish and Zeke to do it for me.

sry for random absence, i had to escape the house for the weekend D:

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Blessing and a curse, dude.

totally fine! <3

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

What, comas?

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

Well, only after getting microwaved, I mean. Not saying everyone should run out and knock themselves out for a few months.

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It was... one big blur, pretty much.

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

I can imagine. Well, not really but you know. One time I got really hyped up on a six pack of Monster energy drinks and I seriously don't remember the entire week after that.

[imonabike.livejournal.com]

...uh-huh. [He sighs and shakes his head, just... putting the cold can to the side of his head.]

[ageoftheg33k.livejournal.com]

That stuff'll mess you up. It's like canned meth, I'm actually surprised they can sell it.

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And you like it, clearly.