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[atypical_echo]

You’ve reached Mark, for some reason. It’s 2022 apparently, last I checked - just text me. Or, you know, leave a message if you must.

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[robintohood]

[Jason softly huffs]

Don't give me too much credit. Part of it has been just dumb luck.

[atypical_echo]

I'd like some of that, thanks.

[Though in some ways this was that.]

[robintohood]

Wish I could. Sorry.

[atypical_echo]

If you ever meet a Meta with luck powers, do call me then.

[robintohood]

Will do. In the meanwhile, you're always welcome here with a non-alcoholic drink, a book, and some showtunes.

[atypical_echo]

[Mark smiles.]

And no one here will give metas fucking trouble if they figure out who we are? Like, I know some people don't trust metas.

[robintohood]

I promise. This bar is meant to be neutral ground. Doesn't matter if you're a meta or not. Doesn't matter if you're in a guild or not. As long as you follow the rules here, you're fine.

[atypical_echo]

[A place where he can be safe and himself?]

Maybe you are a hero, in your own way.

[robintohood]

[A hero. Being called that feels bizarre these days. Jason knows that what he does these days is far from heroic. Hell, the bar itself is a front. It's a family-shared front but still, the building has a secret purpose other than being a safe spot for metas.

Jason rubs the back of his neck and bows his head slightly, playing up how humbled he feels]

Again, giving me too much credit. It just seems to make sense. That's all.

[atypical_echo]

Yeah, but people here don't want to make sense, right? They want us to follow their rules, even when all we want is to be free.

[robintohood]

Yeah... And then for some of us, we don't like that so we have to carve out our own spaces.

[atypical_echo]

[Mark doesn't comment about how much that sounds like a discussion of queer spaces, he's never really been sure if he properly belonged in them. But it's still a relief.]

I think I'm even more glad for being here, doing this.

[robintohood]

Well, I'm glad to have helped you with that then.

[atypical_echo]

I'm glad too.

[Maybe for the moment things are coming up Mark.]

[robintohood]

[Jason smiles back as he bends down, aims, and does his break shot on the pool table]

[atypical_echo]

[Hearing it, Mark returns to the table and then takes some shots. Yeah, this works.]

Seriously, if this doesn't pan out, model. You'd do well.

[robintohood]

[Jason barks out a laugh]

Really? Always thought I was more of a blue-collar guy.

[atypical_echo]

Dude, do you think that blue collar isn't attractive? Someone doesn't look at firefighter calendars.

[robintohood]

Ha. Good point. I guess that might be a good backup plan for me.

[Funny because Dick is considered the pretty boy of the family]

[atypical_echo]

[Mark hasn't seen Dick. Dick he might hit on.]

Being a firefighter?

[robintohood]

Nah. Modeling. I do work out so maybe that could be another option for me.

[atypical_echo]

If you call back on that, you're going to get hit on. Be careful.

[robintohood]

It's fine. I can handle it.

[atypical_echo]

I bet.

[He finishes his shots and stands up straight.]

Alright. I think I'm good with the tables.

[robintohood]

Thanks. You want a few shots of the stage too?