In Pratical Terms ((11))

[victoriousscarf]

Misto meandered into the speakeasy, not really having much of a point in being there. It was his first day off from the job as a dealer, and he felt uncomfortable still being alone in a house so he did not want to spend the entire night there alone.

He glanced around the room, settling into a table near the stage to be able to hear the music well. Briefly he considered ordering a drink, but decided against it at least for the time being.

[amanika]

Tugger was leaning against the bar, he was trying to avoid being at home as much as possible at the moment. He'd taken Griddlebone's advice and continued to come to the Fishbone on a daily basis for work, taking what he could get around the dockyard as well, though more often than not he wasn't up early enough to get much there, but, albeit on a very casual basis, he was starting to feel the work for Griddlebone was becoming a permernant arrangement.

Tugger still wasn't feeling much friendlier towards his brothers though. He'd barely seen Munkustrap. He would simply leave the majority of his daily earnings out for his brother to find, as much an indication that he was paying his way if nothing else, then leaving the house again until he was sure his brother was in bed.

At least this had given him a little money leftover to do as he liked with, which meant there wear actually places he could afford to go when leaving the house.

[victoriousscarf]

Misto glanced around the place again, his eyebrows rising when he noticed Tugger standing by the bar. He considered for a moment before standing and walking over to the other. "Hey," he said approaching him.

[amanika]

"Hey," Tugger's expression broke into a grin when he spotted his friend, "shoulda' guessed this was your sort of place. Want a drink?"

[victoriousscarf]

"Oh come on," Misto said grinning. "I'm not that predictable." He paused, thinking about the offer and shrugged. "Sure, I guess."

[amanika]

Tugger chuckled, "Mebbe not, what'll you have, and how'r things?"

[victoriousscarf]

Misto named a drink and thought about his answer for a minute. "Things are... different," he settled on finally.

[amanika]

Tugger repeated Misto's order along with his own to the bartender, who had just come over, before turning back to his friend. "Oh? Different in what way, if y'don't mind me askin'?

[victoriousscarf]

"Oh, I don't mind just... I'm still trying to wrap my head around the fact my uncle kicked me out of the house and that I actually ended up with a job."

[amanika]

Tugger took a moment to take this in as he payed for the drinks. "Jeez, tough break. You alright for a place t'stay? Not that it would be a picnic at mine, but if it were that or nothin', well y'know that's the only reason I'm still there."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto leaned against the counter. "Tough break is putting it one way," he muttered, thinking about the paperweight Jones had thrown at him. "Thanks though, but I figured something out. Or, more of, I didn't figure it out but... this cat I was working for offered me a spare house he had. But really, thanks a lot for even the offer."

[amanika]

Tugger shrugged this off, "Sounds like a better deal, though what sorta' friends d'you make who just happen t'have whole houses goin' empty?" he chuckled, "Sounds like I've bin' running with the wrong crowd."

[victoriousscarf]

Misto laughed, perhaps a little awkwardly. "I said working for, not that we were... friends. But yeah, it's certainly nice."

[amanika]

"So what's this new job that's keepin' you away from the park?"

[victoriousscarf]

Misto thought about that for a second. He had never been good at lying in any way shape or form, and though he enjoyed Tugger's company and friendship, he wasn't entirely comfortable with admitting he was working in an illegal gambling room. "At a hotel uptown," he said perhaps a moment too late.