[log] fuck [closed]

[devoutish]

Characters: Alfie Solomons, Emily Kaldwin, Gregory House, John Watson, Royce Melborn, Tifa Lockhart
Location: building 120 and building 101
Date: evening of 190 to morning of 192
Summary: when you see "House" and "Royce" in the same log you know it's gonna be a party
Warnings: ear removal

Catch-all for EVERYTHING - death, murder, torture, yelling, etc. Top-level and tag as you see fit.

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[jumpthegun]

Huh... [That really is interesting.]

My dad's name is Jonathan, and his dad before him up the line, as far as I know. I lucked out with just John. Think he wanted to honor the naming scheme without having it be exactly the same.

[devoutish]

You're sure your dad isn't Jewish?

[Look, it's a real, live joke! It's barely one, because he says it in the same tired tone as he's saying everything else, but still.]

[jumpthegun]

[John's lips quirk up for just a moment.]

Could be. Any other signs I should be considering from the days of my youth?

[devoutish]

Yeah. Spontaneous Yiddish.

[jumpthegun]

He was more for spontaneous Gaelic when he was on the drink. Liked the swears, I think.

[devoutish]

Was he Irish?

[jumpthegun]

Nah. We're about as English as you get. Had a bunch of Scottish blokes on his rugby team when he was in school, though. Think it just transferred over from the locker room.

[devoutish]

Were you close with any of them? Your parents, your sister--? You don't talk like you were.

[jumpthegun]

I was close to Harry when we were kids.

[And that's about the sum of that.]

[devoutish]

Why did that change?

cw: discussion of alcoholism

[jumpthegun]

I didn't like her when she was on the drink. She's not a very nice person when she is, makes bad decisions, hurts the people she cares about, lashes out.

She used to go out binge drinking every night when we were teenagers. Started pulling apart when that kept up.

[devoutish]

Mm, yeah. You've told me about that, a bit.

[jumpthegun]

[John shrugs.]

So, that's the way it is. Guess not really being close to the rest of the family rules us out as Jewish, too.

[devoutish]

Not all Jews are close to their families. There's a tendency, yeah. But it's not a certainty.

[jumpthegun]

Any black sheep in your family?

[devoutish]

Here and there, yeah. I've got a second cousin who was a tax collector.

[jumpthegun]

Heaven forbid. [John raises a brow.] That's still sort of in line with the family business, though, it's it? He's just collecting money from people legally.

[devoutish]

Legally. Fucking shaming the family, he is.

[But his tone is lighthearted; he doesn't really believe that.]

[jumpthegun]

[There we go.]

And did this tax collector try to get you to cough up your fair share?

[devoutish]

I'll have you know I pay my taxes.

[Some of them.]

[jumpthegun]

All of them?

[Yeah, John can pick up on that.]

[devoutish]

On all of the legal stuff. Yeah. I own my flat legally. My warehouse.

[jumpthegun]

And where does most of your money come from?

[devoutish]

[Alfie just smiles.]

[jumpthegun]

[John rolls his eye, but there's a little smirk on his own lips. If things could just stay like this between them, that would be for the best. Sharing a quiet joke, ribbing each other about things that don't really matter much in the grand scheme of things here. That's how he wants it to be with Alfie. The other man is easy enough to talk to when they aren't fighting. One of the easiest, in fact.]

You're incorrigible. I didn't report it sometimes on my taxes when the clients paid us in cash. [He's a felony, Alfie. A murdering felon.]

Thanks for making me eat, Alfie.

[He's handing back the Cheez-its, though, because Cheez-its are disgusting.]