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 Fifty dollars were kind of a lot of money if you didn't know when you were getting the next amount of bills. It was especially a lot of money if you had to feed a kid and a cat and keep them comfortable and healthy. Bach was glad that Isaac at least didn't need diapers any more, because those were way too expensive to be right.
 
So he hadn't really felt like going to this thing, except for the part that saw it as free food, free booze, free sex (Bach hadn't had sex since he had found his mother a month ago. His body felt numb).
But there was Isaac. Isaac that Bach was going to work for, to have a normal, happy life. Bach had only always performed or slept at NYE, but this was something parents did, didn't they? Take them to innocent party-like things?
 
In the end, Alfred had cried more about being left behind than Isaac had shown any enthusiasm. He had allowed Bach to help him into his new dark jeans and black and white striped shirt, all the while keeping his eyes on his father. Bach had tried to explain about party's and fireworks and seeing Alfie again, giving up when Isaac started humming Alfie's song.
 
And now they were here. Bach in the suit Grant had some day gotten him for some reason (now there was someone he kinda missed as well, where was Grant?), and his kid looking pretty sharp as well for as long as it lasted. And hey, he even had a <i>car</i> to drive them home later. Bach was cleaning up.

Date: 2015-01-16 08:15 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] alfiehaywood
“Well, it’s always good to have some structure and familiarity…” Alfie trailed off a little, because in the back of his mind he can just reply Bach saying they’d only come back to see Lara. As far as he knows Bach is going to try the whole ‘settling down’ somewhere completely different and far away. Alfie can’t leave Siren Cove for his own mental health at this point, it’s the first place since college where he feels accepted and there are people around who care for him exactly as he is. Not for some false projection of Alfie Haywood.

With a small smile, Alfie replies, “I know a lot of people who know a lot of people. So I really wouldn’t be surprised if there were some lawyers in there. I’ll have to start digging.”

A cool breeze slices through the air, and Alfie’s suddenly aware that he’s been holding Bach and Isaac up outside when all the interesting stuff is in a well heated lodge. Of course Gerry had provided them with thick coats and portable heaters if it got cold but that was essentially just enough for him and Jessie. “Hey. You should probably head in. Don’t want Isaac getting cold out here – plus you’ve paid to enjoy the stuff in there. You can talk to me for free any time.”

Date: 2015-01-18 05:04 pm (UTC)
From: [personal profile] alfiehaywood
“You’ll get there eventually. Maybe.” Although it was true some people didn’t ever really settle in one place. Some of his college friends got very antsy if they didn’t travel regularly and had drawn up long lists of places they wanted to live. Alfie liked to travel but he enjoyed a permanent home base.

Alfie wasn’t entirely certain if that was intentional innuendo or if Bach just naturally made everything sound like that. He was used to innuendos, he knew Les for a start. But it was an entirely different thing from a friend and from someone you had a crush on – at least he was starting to get more used to it. “I think being responsible for a kid is enough stuff for you to worry about for the time being. So I really don’t mind.” He probably needed to look into lawyers in case that journalist came back anyway.

“Nah, boss won’t mind. I think he wants to adopt me for company inheritance anyway. Although I didn’t say that, obviously.” Moving over to Bach, he carefully helped him take Isaac back. With a grain he added, “And I promise I’ll come and find you both later when I can.”

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Bach Jones

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I sing. I play different instruments, when I can get my hands on them. I'm saving for a harp and a cello. Right now I only have an old guitar, brandless. But it's okay, when I have a song it doesn't matter how it's created. Because that's what I'm really about, songs. My own, they make my life better. But if the public wants a known song, I will sing a known song. Because you can't live on music, this world makes you need money. I'm ..Siren Cove isn't that bad. The people here aren't bothersome, that's nice. They appreciate your space. Maybe in some time I'll start to feel at home here.

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