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There was a small part of him that seriously could not believe he was actually doing this. The rest of him, though? The rest of him wasn't even remotely surprised. Jack had always enjoyed pranks and what was this if not a prank? that went awry?
After all, he was just kid who, still didn't have a job. Maybe it was about time to fix that. Or maybe he could just get lucky one of these days but he knew Taylor didn't approve of that kind of thinking. He'd already made that very clear, but Taylor didn't really get a lot of the things that went through Jack’s head. That was okay. They were two different people
Which is why Jack was overjoyed to find his brother leaning over a bar counter
“So um, in the army ho much did they teach you about killing people with your bare hands
...just asking...for a friend"
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Taylor issued a low grunt as he heard his brother's voice through the low hum of the bar. Brows furrowed and eyes slid over to regard Jack with a look of contempt that could only come from an older brother. There was, obviously, more to the question than simple curiosity. Jack never asked anything about Taylor's personal or professional life without their being some sort of motive behind it, especially when it came to the elder McCarthy's brief stint within the Irish Army.
"Oh, fuck." Taylor grumbled with a shake of his head. He turned now, beer bottle in hand, to face his younger brother. "What did you do now?" |
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A frown came over Jack’s pale features at her brothers less than friendly hospitable greeting, more than a little confused why he wouldn't want to talk to his dear little brother, what did Jack ever do to him, he failed to take away the insulted look off his face as he simply looked agasp
“WHAT?! YOU KNOW WHAT-I don’t have to sit here and take this….this...baseless accusations every time I want to say Hello to my brother, Here I am, trying to nurture some kind of brotherly bond and you’re here being….I mean I hate to say it….just plain rude;
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Another evening, another Jack rant. Taylor barely flinched. He simply sat on his barstool occasionally bringing the beer bottle up to his lips while his little brother carried on. His brief stint with the Irish Army did nothing if not considerably calm the usually hot headed young man. Reckless as though he may still have been, Taylor at least now gave more thought to his bone-headed actions before doing them anyway.
"Alright Jack." Fine. Taylor would play this little game. "Modern military training has largely shifted away from martial combat instead focusing more on force multipliers and small and moderate unit tactics." He replied between pulls from the beer bottle before giving a pause and finally turning his full attention to Jack. "Why do you ask? Looking to enlist?"
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Jack had a very emotive face, to go along with his lemotive everything, Empaths were more the useless around him, because he wore his emotions on his sleeves, Hell his emotions broke out from his body like his emotions were so volatile that litrally formed an entirly different person, So of course his brother would see that Jack seemed actually interested in answer to his rather vague question, his eyebrow raises and narrowing like extremely busy waves lapping against sandy banks, his expression impossible to read, as Taylor told him what was up until Jack abruptly pounded his fist on the bar counter top
“Maybe you could teach me, all that jazz!”
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Even the canned, repeated verbatim from some class Taylor took somewhere didn't seem to deter his little brother from this line of questioning. It didn't matter. Taylor was used to this sort of thing even with the limited interaction between the two brothers. Taylor barely flinched, rather he sat on his stool, eyes locked on Jack. Slowly he brought up the beer bottle and downed the last of it, his gaze only leaving Jack long enough to silently prompt the bartender for another.
"It's not that easy Jack." Taylor finally answered once he'd been handed his latest beer. "There's a... foundation, certain fundamentals you have to build first." Which wasn't wholly bullshit, though even Taylor had to admit he was curious to see where all was was heading. "Really, Jack." And it seemed as though the elder McCarthy was going to humor the junior brother, at least for the time being. "Why the sudden interest in killing people?"
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Jack had calmed down a great deal since he first thundered into the bar with a lightning bolt stuck up his ass like a crisis was waiting around the corner that simply needed to be solved as if it was a life and death matter, and it was like Jack had simply forgotten about it. This was normal for Jack; In the space of ten minutes, it was entirely likely that Jack might run an impossibly intense emotional gambit and then forget about the whole thing ten minutes later.
This was the case now, with Jack, as he calmly sat beside his estranged Jack his spastic attitude starting to settle down slowly but surely as he drummed her fingers against the countertop of the bar
“Well, I gotta be honest, to cut a long and nothing to do with anything I did or said…. I’m pretty sure my landlord is going to kill me in my sleep
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Another reply from Jack, another swig from the ever present beer bottle in Taylor's hand. His brown eyes shifted, focusing on his brother while Jack spoke. Could it be? Was Jack actually being... serious, for once? While he was hardly surprised to hear Jack was having trouble with his landlord, Taylor wasn't so quick to dismiss the truth once it had finally come out. He nodded slowly before gesturing to the bartender who promptly popped the top off another beer bottle and set it on the bar top in front of Jack.
"Fuck 'em." Taylor said promptly. "I got three bedrooms you can pick from." There was no hesitation in the offer. Taylor and Jack may have had their differences but they were blood and that would always come first.
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ack hasn’t exactly ordered anything, nor was he going to, mostly because the only thing weighing his pockets down was lint and bits of fluffs and a large mahogany door knob (Don’t ask. No really don’t.)
Also there was the small matter of the owner of this place not particularly being a fan of Jack ever since what he did in the bathroom a few months ago, but thankfully he didn’t seem to be here today….
Thank goodness for small mercies
“Na, man…” Jack said shaking your head “I know the kind of girls you bring home,, I don’t want them trying to scratch out my eyes like...the last one”
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Taylor couldn't help the snarky chuckle that escaped. He would have loved to counter Jack's statement except it wasn't all that ludicrous... and it was sort of true. Although Taylor couldn't remember off-hand if his last girlfriend had attempted to claw Jack's eyes out, per se, it wasn't as if there had been a lack of physical violence directed toward the younger McCarthy. Of course, Jack had brought much of that on himself, but that was a story for a later time.
"Oh, shut the fuck up you daffy cunt." The words escaped easily, coming out much in the way someone would ask the time or order coffee at the local Starbucks. He took a pull from his beer then nudged the still untouched bottle closer to Jack, nodding toward it in a offer to his brother. "I don't have time for women." He said, giving a faint snort of contempt. "With work all over my ass you ain't gonna see me anyway."
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