07-26-2013, 06:02 AM
For a long---incredibly long---second, Jaxen worried he'd pushed things too far. Hood darkened considerably, and Jax was keenly aware of their difference in size. Then there was that gun he so kindly showed the Red Square devils back at that bookstore. Of course, in the back of his mind, Jaxen was not worried about being shot in the back. No, that was relatively unlikely, unless Hood was a maniac, in which case the man's employer was going to be in shit up to their eyeballs if one of their own shoots up the very place he was sent to protect. Nah, Jax was far more concerned about the greater possibility of simply being punched in the face. But he didn't back down. The thing about Jax, he could take his mistakes like a man. And take serious notes about how to handle things for the next go-around.
But Hood did nothing of the sort. Instead he offered the very thing Jaxen asked: another cigar. And the thrill of victory curled down Jaxen's spine. He grinned, quite surprised at the generous gift, and gave the cigar a playful roll through his fingers. More so when Hood volunteered the snip and lighter without Jaxen having to ask for them, though there was something about the time limits of matches he preferred more than a zippo.
"Much thanks my good man."
He gave the cigar a savoring sniff and exhaled fondly. He tore the slim foil off. It was a label he recognized though had yet to try before. He wasn't quite the snob about such things as he ought. After all, a cheap cigar was still a cigar.
He got the thing going easily enough and returned Hood's things to him. The two men just stood there in silence for a while, and for Jaxen's part, enjoyed himself. In the interim, he tapped ash into an empty Old Fashioned glass someone abandoned nearby. Just because Jaxen intended on robbing the place didn't mean he didn't respect it. So far the item leading the race for his interest was a sweet little horsehead figurine. The animal's head was tucked down tight, as though being reigned in or perhaps held in a prancing pose, and its mane was tied into short knots. Something about it caught his eye. Though he wasn't sure why. It's not like he knew anything about horses. There was, however, a figurine of a long, curling snake looped through the branches of a display case like a serpent in a tree. That thing sent shivers down his spine. Enough that he stayed on lingered on the other side of the room for a while. Fucking snakes.
He eventually meandered back into considering Hood's advice, seriously considering it. For at least a second or two. As far as he could tell, and Jaxen knew what he was about, getting in and out of here would be no more complicated than surfing a podunk roadside jewelry store. Just the kind of thing to get his blood flowing. His jaw parted, and Jax let the smoke leak out slowly. It really wasn't a half-bad cigar. "Nah. No trouble at all."
Then he thought for a second and offered a hand, "Jaxen, a pleasure. So. What branch were you in?"
He lifted his brows, actually curious and not just to size up the guy; well, not completely anyway. Almost every high-profile security worth their salt were former military. Any billionaire rich kid could see that. At least, the ones that paid attention.
But Hood did nothing of the sort. Instead he offered the very thing Jaxen asked: another cigar. And the thrill of victory curled down Jaxen's spine. He grinned, quite surprised at the generous gift, and gave the cigar a playful roll through his fingers. More so when Hood volunteered the snip and lighter without Jaxen having to ask for them, though there was something about the time limits of matches he preferred more than a zippo.
"Much thanks my good man."
He gave the cigar a savoring sniff and exhaled fondly. He tore the slim foil off. It was a label he recognized though had yet to try before. He wasn't quite the snob about such things as he ought. After all, a cheap cigar was still a cigar.
He got the thing going easily enough and returned Hood's things to him. The two men just stood there in silence for a while, and for Jaxen's part, enjoyed himself. In the interim, he tapped ash into an empty Old Fashioned glass someone abandoned nearby. Just because Jaxen intended on robbing the place didn't mean he didn't respect it. So far the item leading the race for his interest was a sweet little horsehead figurine. The animal's head was tucked down tight, as though being reigned in or perhaps held in a prancing pose, and its mane was tied into short knots. Something about it caught his eye. Though he wasn't sure why. It's not like he knew anything about horses. There was, however, a figurine of a long, curling snake looped through the branches of a display case like a serpent in a tree. That thing sent shivers down his spine. Enough that he stayed on lingered on the other side of the room for a while. Fucking snakes.
He eventually meandered back into considering Hood's advice, seriously considering it. For at least a second or two. As far as he could tell, and Jaxen knew what he was about, getting in and out of here would be no more complicated than surfing a podunk roadside jewelry store. Just the kind of thing to get his blood flowing. His jaw parted, and Jax let the smoke leak out slowly. It really wasn't a half-bad cigar. "Nah. No trouble at all."
Then he thought for a second and offered a hand, "Jaxen, a pleasure. So. What branch were you in?"
He lifted his brows, actually curious and not just to size up the guy; well, not completely anyway. Almost every high-profile security worth their salt were former military. Any billionaire rich kid could see that. At least, the ones that paid attention.