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[jageskro]

It was like an itch you knew you weren't supposed to scratch. A lot of things had become clearer to Jag, about himself, since he'd watched Hex's videos, and somehow, the closer it came to the time Val would be back, the more Jag wanted to give in to his 'old' habits and do something really stupid. Start a bar in a fight with an arsehole or two, and get hurt.

It was as far from healthy as he could get, he realised, and that was why he hadn't started a bar fight in over a month now. He was in a bar right now, having a pint and trying to resist the desire to walk over to the bastards in the booth right behind him. Their racist, homophobic conversation wasn't making it easy on him. He was waiting for the misogyny to make an appearance, really. He'd barely touched his pint in the last ten minutes and was gnawing on his thumb's nail, feet propped on his bar stool, one leg bouncing.

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[jageskro]

"It's a huge bloody city," Jag replied with a half smile. "But it's full of coincidences. I'll go grab our drinks. What are you having?"

[london_spy]

"Whatever you're having, I'm not fussy," Danny assured him, smiling warmly at the other man.

[jageskro]

Jag came back from the bar with two lagers and slid onto the bench across from Danny, pushing his pint his way. "Cheers," he told him, before taking a drink.

[london_spy]

"Cheers," Danny smiled, taking a drink and letting the alcohol warm him, then offering a smile. "So, do you just juggle fire, or do you do other stuff also?"

[jageskro]

"Anything with fire, really," Jag answered. "Juggling torches, poi, a devil stick, fire breathing, fire hoop... I even had a bit with a whip, back at the circus."

[london_spy]

Danny thought working in the circus sounded terribly romantic in a way. A life on the road with a family of performers... Though Danny had a dreadful habit of making things romantic in his head.

"You can breathe fire? God, I'd love to see that sometime. I'd love to see it all."

[jageskro]

"Who knows, maybe you'll catch me one of these days," Jag said with a grin. "I never really know where I'll end up any given day, or I'd tell you." Mostly he trusted Em's advice, when she had any, and never asked whether it was just a feeling, or the tarot. It was all the same to him.

[london_spy]

"I'll have to keep an eye out then," Danny smiled. "Oh, or I could give you my number."

[jageskro]

"Where do you live?" Jag asked, pulling out his mobile to enter Danny's number. "Or where d'you spend most fo your time, anyway?"

[london_spy]

Fin told him which council estate he was living in, then offered up his number as well.

"Drop by sometime if you like. I'm usually there- Or if not, one of my flatmates will let you in," he shrugged.

His space had been so viciously invaded recently that it seemed stupid to treat it like some sort of fortress.

[jageskro]

"I'll let you know if I'm ever buskin' in the neighbourhood," Jag confirmed with a nod. It wasn't one he'd choose, but who knew where the tarot might send him.