“Mm, no. Unless you want to head downtown? There’s a bar that doesn’t care who you are.” He grinned. “A bar that doesn’t care is a good one.” He added soon after, throwing his cigarette on the ground. The bitter taste was too much for him.
The word 'bar' caught his attention and he smiled. "Sounds good, I'm down," He said taking the last puff of his cigarette with pleasure before also throwing it and pressing it on the ground with his shoe. Jake thought it wouldn't hurt to take a drink or two, besides, a drink sounded nice, he hadn't had one in a while now.
(Sorry for that, had a performance. It was stressful.)
“Look at that, making a friend was easier than I thought.” Lighter joked, running his fingers through his hair. “Haven’t had a bar mate in awhile.” Marx had been the last. And Marx wasn’t exactly a conversational human.
(nah, you're fine dude lol and that does sound hella stressful though)
Jake let out a short chuckle. "Glad you consider me your friend~ Although we just met a few minutes ago" He laughs but he liked it. Having a friend sounded fun. "Yeah same, I tend to visit the bars often but since I had to prepare how my run away was gonna go down I haven't had the time." He pauses. "Though it was just a waste of time because I ended up not taking anything in the end" He scowls as he remembers how he left his guitar behind with those trashy people. He might go back for it in the night. It was worth the risk, at least to him. Others would have probably thought he was insane to go back for that useless broken piece of junk.
(T^T)
“Hey, any friend made over escaping the police are meant to be.” He joked. It was a partial truth. He did get along with anyone who would run from the cops with him. Usually because they were like him.
“You didn’t manage to get anything?” He asked with a curious glance.
Jake let out a startled laugh. "Yeah I suppose" he grinned, remembering how he slammed right into Lighter when he turned the corner.
Jake shook his head, he looked up ahead and laughed darkly. "I heard the footsteps and I hadda blast. Wasn't about to stick around for another one of their twisted games." he shrugs and looks away with distant eyes. "It's no big deal really"
“You know, I’m good at breaking into things.” He replied with a sly smile. “Ever need anything stolen back, I can help.” For a moment, Lighter found himself caring. It felt strangely wonderful.
“Hey, if you ever need a place to sleep I’ve got one. I go there when I’m late for curfew. If I don’t go home he eventually forgets and I get off without a single bruise.” Why not share his place with his new found friend? Even if Jake ended up stabbing him in the back, Lighter really couldn’t sink any lower! It was a win win for him.
(JSHOOK I AM IN TEARS LMAOO I fixed it lol)
Jake looked down at Lighter. He thought about it. "Hmm, maybe I could use your help to get some of my stuff back…" Jake seemed surprised to heard that the guy was willing to give him a place to stay. "Are you sure? I'd really hate to bother" He said half smiling casually.
(AHAHHA I was pretty shook myself)
“Pfft I practically have my own place. Hell, a roommate is welcome. I haven’t spoken this much with another human for years. I’m desperate for social interaction. Hell yes you’re welcome to stay.” The truth had hit him hard a few months back. He was extremely desperate for any sort of human touch and emotion. He wanted to feel again and to talk with someone who could feel. “And as for stealing, I’m already in.”
(😹😹😹 same lmaoo)
Jake lifted his eyebrow. "Well that's a new one, you seem like a pretty cool guy. Don't see why you've been alone this whole time" He froze as he heard Lighter say he would help. "Really?" He smiled. Just knowing that there was a possibility of getting his guitar back had him super stoked.
Lighter’s eyes found interest in the ground below them. He was in a gang. He was dangerous. He was an asshole to most. There were many reasons he was so alone. The biggest, to him at least, was because he pushed people away. He isolated himself and blamed the world for it. “People aren’t too prone to trusting a druggie and an alcoholic.” And a gang member. “Yes, really.”
Jake shrugged. "I feel ya there but even so I'm sure you can find friends of the same interests. There's nothing bad about being both of those things….well, at least not to me since well y'know, I am those things too" Jake found himself peeling the black nailpolish from his nails as they kept moving, trying to find something to keep himself entertained.
He grew a little frustrated. Jake didn’t see things the way he did. All people to him were only bad characters in disguise. They only pretended to be nice so they could get what they wanted. He was afraid of people. “Mm, only those who are like us see that though. The world is a dark place. The people are crooked.”
Lighter huffed and shoved his hands into his pockets, nodding towards a building down the street. “That’s the bar.”
Jake saw his agitation but said nothing on it. He shrugged. "Yeah, I guess so" he said as Lighter pointed out the building which was supposed to be the bar.
“But hey, doesn’t mean you can’t befriend a few of those crooked people.” He added shortly after Jake’s response. “I’m pretty crooked and yet here we are, about to share a conversation over a drink.” The whole thing seemed rather strange and surreal.
Jake smiles faintly, it seemed almost endearing. "Mm mhm but I don't consider you to be one of those guys. Just that life has thrown a lot of shit your way man" he hummed.
Lighter’s expression softened. “I’m the dumping ground for life. But it’s not the end of the world.” He returned the smile with his own stupid grin.
Jake smiles warmly and purposely messes up Lighter's hair to lighten the mood as they make their way over to the bar. "Don't worry, you're not alone on that one"
“Hey,” He growled and attempted to tame the curls on top of his head. With a slight laugh, he opened the door for Jake. “You don’t understand how hard it is to keep my hair nice.”
Jake gives off a small laugh as he walks through the door and thanks Lighter. He turns to him as soon as he stepped through. "Only tryin' to lighten the mood my dude" he said as Lighter entered.
Lighter grins. “So you mess up my hair? Sounds like a good icebreaker.” He shoves his hands in his pockets, leaning back on his heels. “Alright so let’s not get caught by any police today. Not too many drinks.”
Jake nods in agreement. "I don't drink too much either ways so its nothing new, I'll be able to deal…though, you seem like a guy who knows no limits" he said as he went to sit at a chair by the counter.
"I have no limits is more like it." Lighter enjoyed drinking until he couldn't think straight. That way, he was able to drown out any other thoughts. He joined Jake at the counter, arms folded across his chest. "The strongest drink for hours on end is my style. I prefer to get black-out drunk." And it didn't take much to get him to that point. His malnourished, skinny body could only take so much. Lighter knew for a fact if he actually took care of himself he wouldn't be such a lightweight.
Jake set his elbows on the counter and held his head up with his hands as he looked at Lighter. "So you don't drink responsibly" he chuckles. Jake had probably never met anyone like Lighter in that aspect. "I hate having a headache after I wake up so I make sure to keep track of how many rounds I've had. Being completely drunk isn't exactly my style, sober is nice" he stated. "What do you do when you get drunk? Do you have someone come get you or you just wing it and walk out drunk?"
"Not at all." Lighter was the most irresponsible drinker in his life. Not even his father drank as irresponsibly as he did. "Sober can be nice. But drunken me doesn't think as much." He flashed a crooked smile. "I wing it. Don't have anyone to care about me. My brother gave up keeping track of me a few years back. Now I go and do whatever I want. The freedom is wonderful, but lonely.