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I like hard liquor, it hits me quicker.
The upcoming Purge has Jason on edge, on top of all his other fears and sources of stress. He likes his job, and his likes his coworkers at his job, but it's hard to joke and laugh with them when they mention their own upcoming plans for the Purge. He still doesn't regret refusing their offer of joining their "team," whatever that meant. Though, at least, his coworkers had been a lot more understanding about it than Jason expected. People being kind still takes him by surprise a lot of the time.
Between this, thinking about school, and work itself, Jason doesn't often have time simply for himself. He usually goes to work, comes home, researches classes at Barton, and then go to bed. Rinse and repeat.
Tonight, though, Jason needs to get out of his apartment. He needs to just...get out and go for a walk. So he bundles up in a light fall jacket, a red scarf wrapped around his throat. He makes his way down the boardwalk before wandering and venturing into other streets as the sun sets.
He passes by crowds and families, people enjoying themselves. He passes a group of teenagers that could easily be himself, Peter, Nadia, Ivy, and Matt, huddling together around a couple of joints; two of the boys hold hands behind their backs, fingers laced together.
At the sight, Jason turns away and finds himself facing a pub of some sort, quaint and a little old fashioned looking, though "old" is relative in Darrow terms, from what he understands. He doesn't really think about it as he pushes the door open, heading straight for the bar, taking his id out, ready.
"I'll have a shot of your strongest whiskey, please," he asks of the bartender, sliding into a stool. He has some money saved up; he can afford a splurge, he thinks. He nods to the neighbor beside him, though he doesn't catch much of a glimpse of him besides a brief look at his face.
Between this, thinking about school, and work itself, Jason doesn't often have time simply for himself. He usually goes to work, comes home, researches classes at Barton, and then go to bed. Rinse and repeat.
Tonight, though, Jason needs to get out of his apartment. He needs to just...get out and go for a walk. So he bundles up in a light fall jacket, a red scarf wrapped around his throat. He makes his way down the boardwalk before wandering and venturing into other streets as the sun sets.
He passes by crowds and families, people enjoying themselves. He passes a group of teenagers that could easily be himself, Peter, Nadia, Ivy, and Matt, huddling together around a couple of joints; two of the boys hold hands behind their backs, fingers laced together.
At the sight, Jason turns away and finds himself facing a pub of some sort, quaint and a little old fashioned looking, though "old" is relative in Darrow terms, from what he understands. He doesn't really think about it as he pushes the door open, heading straight for the bar, taking his id out, ready.
"I'll have a shot of your strongest whiskey, please," he asks of the bartender, sliding into a stool. He has some money saved up; he can afford a splurge, he thinks. He nods to the neighbor beside him, though he doesn't catch much of a glimpse of him besides a brief look at his face.
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He's speaking more metaphorically than anything else; knocking a girl up. Ruining people's lives. Betraying the people he loves. Keeping secrets. Metaphor or not, it's all still dirt on his hands. And grimy dirt, the kind that doesn't wash off so easily, at that.
"I'll keep it in mind," Jason says, because there's no harm in agreeing to that, is there? It's the least he can do. "Your friend sounds brave," he adds, shaking his head. "I'm glad she's fighting, but at this rate, I think we're all pretty screwed come Halloween night."
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But even though he's made the effort not to look, he's made some connections based on things he's been told about Darrow's history. Before really getting to know Molly, he'd done a great deal of research, after all, and he's fairly certain he knows what exactly happened to her. She's strong, easily as strong as so many of the people he's helped in his life.
"And it's a bit unnerving, yes," he says. "But I think there are enough good people who might be able to keep others safe. I've spoken to some frustrated police officers and hired them for the evening. I think they're just glad to be able to help somehow, even if they're not able to make any arrests."
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"I'm glad some police are willing to do something," he adds. "Though, I can't imagine that it'll be an easy night for them."