Jaxen"s comment about his pop's and his trust was tucked away. Not that he thought it was particularly useful. At least, not in any way he could see. No, rather it was just another bit of confirmation. The highs and the lows.
The fact that Jaxen didn't bitch about it or complain and instead just took it as a matter of course pushed him up in Mik's oh so great opinion. With a half smile on his lips, he lightly hit the bar with his fist in acknowledgement. "Dude, you get it, man. Most people don't." His smile became a grin. "Bah. Life would be too boring, otherwise." He lifted his glass, briefly peering off across the bar, saluting the Lady- Alexya's face this time. "Lady Fortuna may fuck you over in the end. But you can't say it wasn't exciting. Especially if you learn to dance with her."
He rolled his eyes at the Elf Queen. "Fucking click bait! Or whatever. She was hot, though." He gestured at the warrior next to her. "Both of them. Bring out the nerd wannabes in droves, anyway."
Jaxen was struggling with that sword. Mik had a shit eating grin and leaned over. "Dude, quit playing with it in public, man." Of course he was joking.
But it was also almost a law. Like in the 10 commandments or something. The Bible anyway. Like the golden rule. Thoueth shalllt always bust on your bros. Busting balls was the highest form of flattery.
To his question, "Sort of. I'm a regular most everywhere. Dives and nice places and everywhere in between. Always good places to listen and learn. Make connections. Know what's what. Information is always valuable."
He glanced again at the sword, thinking at what those clowns had said, the interest Jaxen had shown, and his own reaction. He looked Jaxen in the eye. "What about you? It wasnt the Elf Queen. I'm sure you could have gotten any number of girls into cosplay. It's not that hard at all. You said you came down to grill them about your sword. What's the deal with it?"
He was definitely curious.
The fact that Jaxen didn't bitch about it or complain and instead just took it as a matter of course pushed him up in Mik's oh so great opinion. With a half smile on his lips, he lightly hit the bar with his fist in acknowledgement. "Dude, you get it, man. Most people don't." His smile became a grin. "Bah. Life would be too boring, otherwise." He lifted his glass, briefly peering off across the bar, saluting the Lady- Alexya's face this time. "Lady Fortuna may fuck you over in the end. But you can't say it wasn't exciting. Especially if you learn to dance with her."
He rolled his eyes at the Elf Queen. "Fucking click bait! Or whatever. She was hot, though." He gestured at the warrior next to her. "Both of them. Bring out the nerd wannabes in droves, anyway."
Jaxen was struggling with that sword. Mik had a shit eating grin and leaned over. "Dude, quit playing with it in public, man." Of course he was joking.
But it was also almost a law. Like in the 10 commandments or something. The Bible anyway. Like the golden rule. Thoueth shalllt always bust on your bros. Busting balls was the highest form of flattery.
To his question, "Sort of. I'm a regular most everywhere. Dives and nice places and everywhere in between. Always good places to listen and learn. Make connections. Know what's what. Information is always valuable."
He glanced again at the sword, thinking at what those clowns had said, the interest Jaxen had shown, and his own reaction. He looked Jaxen in the eye. "What about you? It wasnt the Elf Queen. I'm sure you could have gotten any number of girls into cosplay. It's not that hard at all. You said you came down to grill them about your sword. What's the deal with it?"
He was definitely curious.
"Good and ill.
We're like the wind,
we blows both ways."
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods
- Mad Sweeney, American Gods