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Who: Jacky Faber and whomever wishes!
When: December 12th & ongoing
Where: The Bar
What: Jacky’s at the bar, slinging drinks and trying to keep up the cheer
Warnings: None planned!



[Another day on the ship, another day behind the bar. Alone. While she’s glad that Miles is alright, and that he’s doing the smart thing and resting instead of getting into trouble (hypocrisy, thy name be Faber), it still means that she’s been spending most of her day in the bar without much company.

When the door opens, she looks up and pastes on her vulpine-grin.]

Hello! What can I get ya?

[OOC note: this post is open to all bar shenanigans, be it hanging out, drunken sorrows, or drinking songs.]

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[The last time Eggsy had spoken to Miles, he'd still been running the bar, but since he was the personnel officer, he supposed he'd switch that around to find the best people for each job.]

Sounds like ya know what you're doin'.

[Eggsy's face falls when she mentions losing her parents and little sister, and he takes his mug of tea if only to have something to do with his hands.]

M'sorry 'bout your family.

[He nods, though, cause she'd sounded like back home. Not quite the same as him, but the closest out of anyone here.]

How'd ya sneak in as a boy? A hat or somethin'? [Though he feels she'd need a lot more than a hat to make her look like a boy.]

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I'd hope so! I been working a crowd since I were 13 or so--and at least here I don't have to watch for so many wandering hands, eh?

[She smiled softly, accepting his condolences.] Thank you. It's been long enough that I can't remember them so well, but I do still miss them. Sometimes, I wonder if they'd be proud of me, what kind of person Penny'd've grown up to be. That sort of thing.

[She paused, happy to change the subject. Sipping at her own tea, humming with delight as her cold insides warmed up.] Nah, not a hat. Me gang leader, Rooster Charlie, were killed and I took his clothes because he, sadly, didn't need them no more but I did. With my hair cut and not being old enough for any changes [she gestured to her chest] to give me away, I weren't much different than any other starved street rat. As for how I kept up the Deception, well, it were mainly luck and sheer cleverness that let me get away with it as long as I did.

Honestly, though, it ain't very hard. If people expect to only see a boy and not a girl, then that's what they see--I've fought in three separate armies that way.

[Placing her cup down, she crossed her arms on top the counter and leaned in.] How 'bout you? What's your story, Mister Eggsy?

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[Thirteen was young to be working, but Eggsy wasn't one to judge. Never really knew what kind of life someone was living.]

I think they would've been, yeah? Cause you seem like you's a good person, that's gotta mean somethin'.

[He would have introduced Jacky to his sister, if she were here. He bets they would really like each other, too. The gang thing, though, Eggsy's a bit familiar with the dynamics of that, if not in exactly the same way.]

Don't really have much of one, yet. Sorta in the middle of writin' it. But, yeah, basically just a normal bloke. Used to live with my mum, sis, and my fuckin' loser of a step-dad. Then I got offered a job, by Harry, yeah? Changed everythin' for me. I owe him a lot.

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[Smiling softly, she ducked her head, swallowing against the lump in her throat.] That's what my grandad said, when he found me. I try to believe it, but. Well. There's things I've done that I don't think they'd quite understand, yanno? But. Thank you.

[Her voice doesn't quite crack, but it's a close thing. Cor, she misses her friends, her Higgins and her little boy most of all at times like these. They both thought the world of her, even though she'd done so much wrong around them both.

She took a sip of her tea to clear her throat.] Aye, I hear that. I don't think any of our stories will be done until we're six feet down or given to the sea, and even then, who knows? We could be a part in someone else's story, even then. Everytime I think my story's done, that there can't possibly be something else that Amy can write about, some thing else happens. [Like getting pressganged onto a space ship in the future. 'Not even Amy's gonna believe this one.']

A good job, eh? So you're an apprentice tailor, then? Or are ye an errand boy, or some such? You musta done something to impress him, though, if he were willing to offer you a job.

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Y'welcome.

[Eggsy grins, cause he does think fondly of Harry, though it's strange he's here, and he's still adjusting to the fact that when he's from, Harry is dead. He doesn't think the man has told anyone, and he doesn't think that he will.]

Yeah, somethin' like that. My dad worked with 'im before he died. Harry told my mum and me that he owed us a favor, and I was lookin' at eighteen months, so I called him.

[He shrugs, a sheepish look on his face.]

He said I had potential, gave me work. Told me he was proud of me. [Which simultaneously embarrassed him and made him want to puff up.] M'glad he's here.

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[Jacky can't help her smile from growing wider as Eggsy enthused about his friend. He and Mr. Hart seemed to have a similar relationship that she herself had with much of her crew, and she was glad to hear it.]

You must be real good, then, if he's proud of you. I'm glad you've someone from back home, here. I imagine it's got to be a whole lot less strange, eh?

[She hadn't missed that somewhat oblique reference to serving time.] If ye don't mind me asking, what'cha do that almost got you sent away? Nick something?