Jack & Pip: Some Dive Bar in Londontown

[handel]

[Continued from here.]


Somehow, they've gone from fisticuffs to a night out at a bar.

Pip isn't sure how, exactly... but that's often how it is with Jack. He could never quite keep up with the tempo of that man. Of when something was a joke or when it was serious, when things were stressed or when they were relaxed. Very possibly, it's his own fault. He tended to take seriously (and balk at) whatever Jack joked about, while imagining that some of the more outlandish tales Jack told about his life and London in general must be all folly (when in fact, time is more and more informing him, those stories were not.) Similarly, Jack always seemed to be rather too-relaxed about the things that Pip was rather too-stressed over. As a result, they moved to a very different beat of the drum, and Pip often found he was only halfway through the notes when suddenly Jack was dragging them both to a new page of music.

Case and Point: The dive-bar, the very night after his hangover, the very night after he'd sworn he'd never drink again. And drinking right beside the very man he'd almost taken to task over Estella's honour, at that.

He'd never really been to any of London's more reasonable drinking establishments-- he'd been told it was better to stick to shelling out money at member's clubs, 'seeing and being seen', whatever that meant.Hhe'd gathered, too, from Jaggers and from the general air of disdain for the common man his new social rung carried, that you didn't want to 'be seen' by the wrong people, which was what this bar was absolutely full of. Oddly, though, there really didn't seem to be anything wrong with the wrong people, just that they were rather more like Joe than they were like Estella: which meant, he'd feel much more comfortable here than he did at member's clubs, if he wasn't so uncomfortable with how comfortable it was.

...You can see why he'd be over-stressed, with thoughts like that.

Biting his lip out of a bad habit he meant to break, he'd take a seat beside Jack at the bar and peered over, for all appearances trying to hide himself in his coat collar, to avoid 'being seen.'

"Hello... ...are you sure that drinking more really cures the bad effects of alcohol?" Well, Nancy had said so, anyway. It just seemed like a hypocritical solution, to him.

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[handel]

"Oh..." Peering up at the ceiling a long moment. "...I suppose I don't know, because there isn't really a reason. I guess that's what unconditional means. Without any conditions. I love her because I love her. I think I'd love her no matter what. But I feel the same about Herbert, and for other people too, I'm sure."

For someone who often passed harsh initial judgements, Pip was actually surprisingly unjudgemental around friends. Perhaps because he knew there was so much to judge within his own self-- why turn that outwards when he hadn't made a perfect man of himself, either?

"When I met her, we were children, and she was very pretty, and very mean, and very trapped. And I was very stupid, and very plain, and very shy. And then I punched someone because they asked me to, and gave me no choice. And she was thrilled. And I saw that beneath all that sad, meanness, she just wanted something to happen. She wanted to escape who she was, just like I did. It was the first time I'd really helped someone. And it was the first time I think she'd been happy. I suppose that's why I started loving her, and ever since then, I just have. And probably always will. Does that make sense?"

[artfuldawkins]

"It does," though he didn't exactly sound happy about it. That type of love... Jack knew that type of love too well, he'd seen the effects of it his whole life. Well, more an extreme case of it, not exactly the level Pip was at but more a heavily cultivated co-dependence. It wasn't good at that level, and he was pretty sure it wasn't all that good at Pip's level either.

"...Think this whole love stuff is more trouble than it's worth, mate." He sighed, taking a drink.

[handel]

"I think it's probably unavoidable, really." Everyone fell in love, for the most part. There weren't any choice in it, neither. If everyone could pick, why, they'd probably all pick the same few people who were comely and kind, and no one would ever mis-match up with anyone else. God only knew how Joe had once loved his sister, but some people had big hearts, and it made up for the smaller hearts of others. That's all love was, far as Pip could tell. Making up for the bitter and small parts of someone else, because you saw those parts, and you forgave them them.

[artfuldawkins]

"Don't think anyone who pick it, if they had the choice."

More trouble than it was worth, in his opinion.

[handel]

"I would."

And what a shocker there, we are all so sure.

[artfuldawkins]

"No shock there."

Said with a roll of his eyes - he's really not surprised here.