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[vicodincrutch]

 

"House. Leave a message."

Open for: text, email, voicemail, horrific late night calls, assorted action.

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[vicodincrutch]

I signed up for it.

[Gushy thank yous. How does he even accept them when they come around all the time.]

How you walk. Personal views on strength and masculinity. Your game with the ladies.

[House presents them as fact. He's operating the machine on his own to see. Huh.]

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[trenchknives]

[He laughs.]

That'd all be good, except the game with the ladies. I got a wife. Kinda.

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[vicodincrutch]

She's not a lady anymore. She's the wife.

[Nodding his head exaggeratedly.]

Good for you.

[Small talk with the thanks? His favorite. House wonders what the kind of means but stashes that for later. He had a wife. Kinda. Either way for the both of them, the kind of wives are sort of in another realm of being. The here and now is that Jimmy has a hunk of metal he needs to get out.]

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[trenchknives]

[Jimmy nods, then lapses into silence for a moment before frowning.]

When're you from, anyway?

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[vicodincrutch]

[What a difference a few inches of foreign object makes to the body.]

The future.

[Said with absolute deadpan before adding:]

Princeton in Jersey.

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[trenchknives]

No shit, Jersey? Me too.

[He's actually surprised at how many people from New Jersey he's met here. Although none of them have been from Atlantic City, and none of them have been from 1920.]

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[vicodincrutch]

True, dog.

[Except that's not the sort of gangster he suspects that this man is. House may not be from Atlantic City but in the future it's only a freeway or so away.]

Small universe.

[Because he can't leave well enough alone as he writes down on a chart.]

What do you do for a living?

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[trenchknives]

A little of this, a little of that.

[He's always vague about his job, because not everyone around here takes it well, but he decides to be slightly more candid with House.]

Some driving, some protection work, some... imports.

[Illegal ones, at that.]

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[vicodincrutch]

A limp would make you sort of distinct I imagine.

[Easy to report to a cop. Not very great getaway skills. Hum de dum.]

Well. From what I know you won't be out of work one way or the other.

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[trenchknives]

If I can find work around here, that is.

[Because, with alcohol being legal in the City, Jimmy seems to be suddenly out of a job.]