Because if you knock in the solids, you'll be pushing me closer to the win.
[If it was one thing that he knew, it was that Jinx was highly competitive and would hate to lose to him even if it was 'for fun'. Already, he could see her displeasure that he had sunk a ball before her. He leaned against the table with his hip.]
And you wouldn't want to give me the win, would you?
Noooo, but why do you get to claim the solids? You better not say it's 'cause you're older and you say so.
[ despite her argument, she maneuvers around the table to a cue and takes another gander over her options. there is one stripe that would be able to make in if she lines things up just right. so carefully, she leans forward again -- setting the stick between her index and middle with one eye closed. ]
Because the first ball that I sunk into the basket was solid. That means I will play solids to the end of the game, and you will play stripes.
[If she wanted to play solids, he would not stand in her way. Neither would he pick off stripes either. He nodded his head at her assurances that she would be catching up, making certain to take a sip from his whiskey.]
[ the blueberry haired girl wets her lips carefully as she concentrates with her body motionless. maybe if she views this whole game from a different angle, it'll click. like silco says, it's all about angles. the tip of the pole is the edge of the barrel and the ball, being the target — a bottle, a bird,... an enforcer?
it's a little difficult to imagine a law enforcement when the ball is nowhere near shaped like a human head, but maybe she can make due with it... somehow. jinx's specialty is improvising under any circumstances, so this shouldn't be any unusual. swallowing a deep breath, she takes her shot and the stripe ball speeds rapidly into the hole with a loud thud. his daughter beams at her first victory goal, and she stands up right with a light pep in her step to move around the table. ]
[He wondered if she would get into the game or be resistant to the rules and just knock balls around the table to disrupt everything. He wouldn't mind if she did as long as she was distracted from the other woes of her life for some time. That didn't happen, and she settled into the game.
From where he was standing, she was lining up the shot well. He expected she would have success as long as she didn't hit the cue too hard or too softly. He made a noise of triumph when a stripped ball went into the basket, nodding his head.]
You do, yes. You go until you don't knock in any stripped balls into a basket.
[He noted that the barkeep was coming around with a plate of calamari for them. He rested his hands on his play stick.]
[ jinx was on her way to line up another shot, but the sight and the light aroma of calamari tugged her away from their game. grinning like a kid in a toy store, she places the stick on the pool table and maneuvers quickly to their meal. and as usual, the teenager show no proper manners to the barkeep as she jerks the plate out of his hands — no bit of a "thank you", either.
the barman frowns over the etiquette and a sigh leaves his chest once again in defeat. what a thankless job this is, all so he can keep himself and his family off the streets. with silco's meal, he extends it out for him to take -- expecting the same attitude, and his body language tightens as he braces himself for a snatch or some sort of rude gesture like his daughter. meanwhile with jinx, she takes a quick spoon full of her meal, then washes it down with her almost forgotten drink. ]
MMm, this is the best date!
[ she compliments with her mouth still stuffed. but his daughter then reflects over her own words for a moment; redirecting her statement: ]
... Actually, this is the only date I've ever been on. Quentin never took me out.
[Silco said nothing of Jinx's rudeness, not caring in the least. However, he looked at the barkeep and made a show of sighing a little, shrugging his shoulders as if to indicate 'kids, right? as he moved over with his cue in hand and then offered the man a few extra coins for the trouble to hand off before he took his own meal. "Your service is appreciated," he said.
He set his own plate down on the edge of the pool table and ate far more delicately. He would lose interest in food soon enough, which meant there would be plenty for Jinx to steal from his plate over the course of the night. He couldn't have her passing out drunk, after all. He would carry her, but it would be far more exasperated than the last time.]
You know me. I always provide you with the best.
[He kept the frown off his face at the mention of Quentin. Good riddance.]
You simply have to find that special someone who values your company to be out on the town. [And Silco would try not to have them murdered. Maybe.]
[ she wipes her mouth with the back of her hand and lightly staggers her way to the pool table again. ] — But I'm not really pretty.
[ normally, jinx wouldn't admit this so casually or this openly, but the liquor is allowing her tongue to be loose and free. hopefully, her sober self will not remember this particular exchange — it'd be way too embarrassing. ]
Aaannnd I don't think I'm a lotta people's types.
[ clearing her throat and aiming to get her head back in the game, the teenager leans forward to the table again to line up her shot. ]
Maybe for a lay or something, but so not girlfriend material.
[He raised his eyebrow at the suggestion of beauty. He was not one to play into ideas of attractiveness, as he couldn't throw stones. After all, half of his face was blemish of a scar, so he was winning no awards. His opinion was that his daughter was attractive, and she sold herself short on that front.
He took a bite of the meal and chewed slowly, carefully as he observed her.]
We are both acquired tastes, and that isn't an insult. You have found people here who have accepted you as you are, and that should lend credence to your attractiveness.
[He moved his plate to a nearby table so that there was less likelihood he might lose it with a stray ball from the table. Jinx might become enthusiastic with her shooting after all.]
[ while her eyes are tensely focused on the ball in front of her, she is also listening to his words very attentively. he is right about her finding people here, locals and chosen, who have accepted her, despite the beast that burrows within her if pushed in the wrong way. but a voice hisses at the side of her ear with a question that often keeps her awake at night. 'if so, how come i'm not getting a happy ending like all the other couples here'
so far, everyone met their suitors at first sight and living on their days without one crack rippling in their paradise. jinx, on the other hand, had a boyfriend for one solid month until an avalanche erupted. what was she doing that was so wrong that caused her relationship with quentin to fall apart so quickly? he mentioned being angry with her for not being there during the rescue mission, but he wasn't there when the city was under attack. it sounded pretty even-stevens to her, but... he made her feel she was the blame of everything.
there is ethan who is loosely in her life too, and she's enjoying the little moments they share — but deep down, she knows he is nothing more but ones, zeros, and gargling codes. his daughter shrugs thoughtlessly at his latest question, her expression hardening and becoming a little difficult to read. ]
Sex is sex.
[ she states a little clumsily; the talk of lovemaking is not exactly something she should talk with her father about. maybe with a mother, sure, but... dads are well... dads. ]
If it happens, it's whatever. Or. Something.
[ eventually, the teenager fires her shot and the ball bounces off a corner and completely off the mark. she straightens her spine again, then makes her way to her beverage — definitely need a big gulp. ]
— Couldn't hurt to be... a little... more. I guess.
[Silco had put the idea of a romantic relationship - boyfriend, girlfriend, whatever - well over a decade ago. He had ignored the craving for connection for many years, so he was limited on how he could connect to his daughter on such a subject. It required the kind of reach and trust that he didn't believe he was capable of beyond Jinx herself, but they were family. He let her close, let her in where others hadn't been able to, and he was satisfied with that.
Some small part of him was concerned by her distress over not able to find a boyfriend to fill whatever void she had. It was the natural order of things, wanting to be wanted, wanting what they likely were never allowed to have for long.]
Sex is pleasure and connection, even for some fleeting moments. Assuming it's worth it of course.
[He might not engage in it these days, but that didn't mean he hadn't in the past. He knew what it was like, and while it was not a subject they ventured to aside from 'be safe about it' in an offhand conversation, he wouldn't stop her from discussing it with him.]
Or something.
[He watched her shot go off the rails, and he moved away from food to take up his cue again as he moved around the table to line up a shot for himself.]
If you want a boyfriend or girlfriend or just friends, don't stop on my account. Don't let anyone stand in your way of finding that person which gives you the pleasure you're seeking, in or out of sex.
[ her father's heart is in the right place, she knows it, but she can't help but to snort like an obnoxious little piggy over his encouragement. with a hand holding onto her stick and shoveling the calamari with the other, she muffles out a reminder: ]
Yeah? — And you wanted to bury my last boyfriend becaaauuuuuse.....♪?
[ because if what he is saying holds true, there wouldn't have been such a scuffle between the three of them. ]
That's obvious. He wasn't good enough for you, and he treated you like dirt.
[Silco felt he could say that now, and he hoped that Jinx would agree with him. The heart wanted what the heart wanted though, and he was of the opinion that she could aim so much higher than that idiot. A part of his recognized it might be self-sabotaging behaviour on Quentin's part, but this was Jinx they were talking about and he would almost always take her side.
He hit the cue ball into a crowd of three balls, breaking them up and sinking a solid ball in the process. He stood straight and moved around the table, bringing him closer to Jinx.]
I would be doing you a favour burying that one. He treated you like Piltover treats Zaun. That's what we are all used to, but come now, we deserve to aim higher, Jinx.
[ jinx thins and wets her lips as she can feel her cheeks warming with slight embarrassment. is he trying to hint that she possibly has shit taste for choosing a guy like quentin? she isn't going to agree or disagree that her ex was prince charming, and she is a girl who refuses to lie. because in truth, he wasn't all bad, he was sweet sometimes, he supported her when it came to her voices and hallucinations, and their sex life was phenomenal. but the most recent events of that relationship outweighed and clouded the good, and for silco to compare him to the pilities made it seem as if she had some sort of hidden bizarre complex. ]
I-I wouldn't... go that far....
[ she stutters over her words before sipping more of her drink to hide her shame. at least the drink tastes good... because apparently, her taste in boys aren't. ]
[Silco leaned over the pool table again, resting one hand on the edge of it as the other stabilized his cue as he lined up another shot. He didn't take it though, turning his head to regard his daughter. This was not a topic that they had discussed openly before, and he had previously made his feelings on the matter far more muted than he actually felt.]
Then close to that line. Even you admit he treated you terribly. You deserve better, and you will find that person someday.
[He turned his attention back to the game, shooting and missing sinking the next solid by an unfortunate ricochet. He stood and glanced at Jinx.]
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Date: 2024-05-19 11:47 pm (UTC)[If it was one thing that he knew, it was that Jinx was highly competitive and would hate to lose to him even if it was 'for fun'. Already, he could see her displeasure that he had sunk a ball before her. He leaned against the table with his hip.]
And you wouldn't want to give me the win, would you?
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Date: 2024-05-20 02:23 am (UTC)[ despite her argument, she maneuvers around the table to a cue and takes another gander over her options. there is one stripe that would be able to make in if she lines things up just right. so carefully, she leans forward again -- setting the stick between her index and middle with one eye closed. ]
I'm gonna catch up to you, y'know.
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Date: 2024-05-20 02:36 am (UTC)[If she wanted to play solids, he would not stand in her way. Neither would he pick off stripes either. He nodded his head at her assurances that she would be catching up, making certain to take a sip from his whiskey.]
Oh yes, I have faith. Your move, Jinx.
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Date: 2024-05-22 04:16 am (UTC)it's a little difficult to imagine a law enforcement when the ball is nowhere near shaped like a human head, but maybe she can make due with it... somehow. jinx's specialty is improvising under any circumstances, so this shouldn't be any unusual. swallowing a deep breath, she takes her shot and the stripe ball speeds rapidly into the hole with a loud thud. his daughter beams at her first victory goal, and she stands up right with a light pep in her step to move around the table. ]
Now I go again, right?
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Date: 2024-05-23 04:21 am (UTC)From where he was standing, she was lining up the shot well. He expected she would have success as long as she didn't hit the cue too hard or too softly. He made a noise of triumph when a stripped ball went into the basket, nodding his head.]
You do, yes. You go until you don't knock in any stripped balls into a basket.
[He noted that the barkeep was coming around with a plate of calamari for them. He rested his hands on his play stick.]
Our meal arrives.
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Date: 2024-05-25 09:11 pm (UTC)the barman frowns over the etiquette and a sigh leaves his chest once again in defeat. what a thankless job this is, all so he can keep himself and his family off the streets. with silco's meal, he extends it out for him to take -- expecting the same attitude, and his body language tightens as he braces himself for a snatch or some sort of rude gesture like his daughter. meanwhile with jinx, she takes a quick spoon full of her meal, then washes it down with her almost forgotten drink. ]
MMm, this is the best date!
[ she compliments with her mouth still stuffed. but his daughter then reflects over her own words for a moment; redirecting her statement: ]
... Actually, this is the only date I've ever been on. Quentin never took me out.
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Date: 2024-05-26 12:31 am (UTC)He set his own plate down on the edge of the pool table and ate far more delicately. He would lose interest in food soon enough, which meant there would be plenty for Jinx to steal from his plate over the course of the night. He couldn't have her passing out drunk, after all. He would carry her, but it would be far more exasperated than the last time.]
You know me. I always provide you with the best.
[He kept the frown off his face at the mention of Quentin. Good riddance.]
You simply have to find that special someone who values your company to be out on the town. [And Silco would try not to have them murdered. Maybe.]
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Date: 2024-05-26 01:45 am (UTC)[ normally, jinx wouldn't admit this so casually or this openly, but the liquor is allowing her tongue to be loose and free. hopefully, her sober self will not remember this particular exchange — it'd be way too embarrassing. ]
Aaannnd I don't think I'm a lotta people's types.
[ clearing her throat and aiming to get her head back in the game, the teenager leans forward to the table again to line up her shot. ]
Maybe for a lay or something, but so not girlfriend material.
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Date: 2024-05-26 02:53 am (UTC)[He raised his eyebrow at the suggestion of beauty. He was not one to play into ideas of attractiveness, as he couldn't throw stones. After all, half of his face was blemish of a scar, so he was winning no awards. His opinion was that his daughter was attractive, and she sold herself short on that front.
He took a bite of the meal and chewed slowly, carefully as he observed her.]
We are both acquired tastes, and that isn't an insult. You have found people here who have accepted you as you are, and that should lend credence to your attractiveness.
[He moved his plate to a nearby table so that there was less likelihood he might lose it with a stray ball from the table. Jinx might become enthusiastic with her shooting after all.]
Does that notion bother you?
cw: somewhat talk of sex. oopsie
Date: 2024-05-26 04:43 am (UTC)so far, everyone met their suitors at first sight and living on their days without one crack rippling in their paradise. jinx, on the other hand, had a boyfriend for one solid month until an avalanche erupted. what was she doing that was so wrong that caused her relationship with quentin to fall apart so quickly? he mentioned being angry with her for not being there during the rescue mission, but he wasn't there when the city was under attack. it sounded pretty even-stevens to her, but... he made her feel she was the blame of everything.
there is ethan who is loosely in her life too, and she's enjoying the little moments they share — but deep down, she knows he is nothing more but ones, zeros, and gargling codes. his daughter shrugs thoughtlessly at his latest question, her expression hardening and becoming a little difficult to read. ]
Sex is sex.
[ she states a little clumsily; the talk of lovemaking is not exactly something she should talk with her father about. maybe with a mother, sure, but... dads are well... dads. ]
If it happens, it's whatever. Or. Something.
[ eventually, the teenager fires her shot and the ball bounces off a corner and completely off the mark. she straightens her spine again, then makes her way to her beverage — definitely need a big gulp. ]
— Couldn't hurt to be... a little... more. I guess.
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Date: 2024-05-26 05:05 am (UTC)Some small part of him was concerned by her distress over not able to find a boyfriend to fill whatever void she had. It was the natural order of things, wanting to be wanted, wanting what they likely were never allowed to have for long.]
Sex is pleasure and connection, even for some fleeting moments. Assuming it's worth it of course.
[He might not engage in it these days, but that didn't mean he hadn't in the past. He knew what it was like, and while it was not a subject they ventured to aside from 'be safe about it' in an offhand conversation, he wouldn't stop her from discussing it with him.]
Or something.
[He watched her shot go off the rails, and he moved away from food to take up his cue again as he moved around the table to line up a shot for himself.]
If you want a boyfriend or girlfriend or just friends, don't stop on my account. Don't let anyone stand in your way of finding that person which gives you the pleasure you're seeking, in or out of sex.
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Date: 2024-05-26 05:30 am (UTC)Yeah? — And you wanted to bury my last boyfriend becaaauuuuuse.....♪?
[ because if what he is saying holds true, there wouldn't have been such a scuffle between the three of them. ]
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Date: 2024-05-26 02:09 pm (UTC)[Silco felt he could say that now, and he hoped that Jinx would agree with him. The heart wanted what the heart wanted though, and he was of the opinion that she could aim so much higher than that idiot. A part of his recognized it might be self-sabotaging behaviour on Quentin's part, but this was Jinx they were talking about and he would almost always take her side.
He hit the cue ball into a crowd of three balls, breaking them up and sinking a solid ball in the process. He stood straight and moved around the table, bringing him closer to Jinx.]
I would be doing you a favour burying that one. He treated you like Piltover treats Zaun. That's what we are all used to, but come now, we deserve to aim higher, Jinx.
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Date: 2024-05-26 05:27 pm (UTC)I-I wouldn't... go that far....
[ she stutters over her words before sipping more of her drink to hide her shame. at least the drink tastes good... because apparently, her taste in boys aren't. ]
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Date: 2024-05-26 05:37 pm (UTC)Then close to that line. Even you admit he treated you terribly. You deserve better, and you will find that person someday.
[He turned his attention back to the game, shooting and missing sinking the next solid by an unfortunate ricochet. He stood and glanced at Jinx.]
Your move. [Double meaning.]