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Who: Jefferson and YOU!
Where: Genessia City, near the Bay
When: April 19th
What: The Hatter is here, and he's kind of mad about it.

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He couldn't stop thinking about it.

Those first moments, seconds, minutes, that he had awoken in this place; they played in his head over and over, making less sense each time. It was as if his brain was stuck in a hopeless pattern like a broken record, reliving it all again and again as if somehow the 100th attempt at recollection would somehow bring meaning to the madness. But nothing did. How he had gotten here, why he had woken up in that strange contraption, what purpose the necklace served, what purpose this entire place served... he just didn't know. None of it registered as reality.

The only solid concept he could grasp was that he already hated Genessia.

Jefferson had so foolishly thought that he would finally get to live his life happily. To have his happy ending with his daughter who he had so long fought to have at his side again, but no. Of course a man like him could have no such ending. Not forever. Only long enough to trick him into thinking it would be.

He sat on the sidewalk outside the Bay for a very long time with his mind in that perpetual state of circular chaos, and he didn't care to pay much mind to what was going on around him. Occasionally he would lift his head and hope that he would see his little girl there, only to curse himself for daring to wish she was ripped from her home again just to be with him.

To anyone passing by, he likely looked a mess. He didn't have a clue as to how he would react to strangers at this point. In fact, there was only one damn thing he did know: again, he was trapped in a realm where he didn't belong, and it made him insane.

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This guy either has some serious self-esteem issues or someone broke the fuck out of his heart. There's no trust here. Zilch. Not that anyone has any reason to trust a stranger here but he's had an extremely positive response to any niceness he's thrown out there. Maybe it's because this guy's actually an adult, like himself. Did anyone else notice the strange age-gap around these parts? There's a shortage of adults. Or at least he thinks there is. It's like jailbait city.

"I'm bored and you're my excuse to get a beer now." He response is almost immediate, eyes wide and looking at the ground in front of them. It is what it is. "Can't a guy just be friendly?"

"At least you're honest." He remarked dryly, his lips pursed.

The last time he had actually gone out for a drink with someone had probably been... when? He couldn't remember, but it had been a really long time. He had been such a recluse back in Storybrooke that no one really bothered to think of him, let alone want his company. That hadn't really changed even after the town's curse had broken.

Well, there had been that one time. Sort of. But he didn't really want to consider an offer of alcohol with a side of manipulation as a proper drinking invitation.

"You know what? Fine. I'll take you up on it." Maybe getting tipsy would make things a little less painful for a while.

"Brutally so." That's a lie. He's a huge liar at the best of times but he's honest about that. Certain things are bluntly stated.

The smirk on his lips is not devoid of smugness. He wins. This is some kind of victory. Look at him, making friends or whatever. God, he kind of needs friends who won't try to kill him with the right provocation here. He's pretty sure this guy would.

He pats his legs then stands up, giving him a little wave to follow him. "Good. I'm buying. What can I call you?"

Ugh. Jefferson rolled his eyes at that self-congratulatory smirk. This guy was definitely way too similar to Victor Frankenstein. It was almost annoying. ...but, at the same time, he was kind of glad that their paths had aligned. At the very least he had someone to get drunk with now.

"Jefferson." He snapped back out of his thoughts soon enough to catch the question. "I'm going to venture a guess that you don't want me to call you Not-Victor for the rest of the evening...?"

"Jefferson. Now there's a name you don't get too often. It sounds respectable. You always get those guys that introduce themselves as Jeffery and they're always assholes." The casual commentary slips out. This guy might go by Jeffery sometimes. He might've just called him an asshole. He doesn't really give a crap.

He starts walking, expecting to be followed. He'll lead the way. "I can be a Victor for you." He winks when he says it. He wonders how good the man's sense of humor would be. "Blaine."

He listened with his eyebrows held high as he followed along. That was quite a little tangent. Was he supposed to say thanks or something? It was like he'd just been delivered a really confusing backhanded compliment.

... did people actually name their children Jeffery?

His expression remained the same when the man -- Blaine, not Victor -- made his cheeky remark. He stopped walking completely for just a moment, features betraying how taken aback he was. Suddenly and without a second of warning his face shifted entirely as he burst into raucous laughter. Rather it was just that funny or he was looking for some kind of escape for all his pent up emotion, it took a minute or so for him to compose himself. He wiped at his eye with the back of his hand as if he had nearly laughed himself to tears.

"I'm sorry, I just...wow." Jefferson put his hand to his chest, still snickering to himself. "Aren't you supposed to wait until after a few drinks before making a comment like that?"

The man's sense of humor exists. It's clearly the laugh of a guy that's had a really stressful day and definitely needed someone to push him over the edge with a bit of ridiculousness. Laughter is the best medicine, they say. That. And drugs. Drugs are the best medicine.

Blaine turns to face him completely, both eyebrows raised - mouth open slightly while he marvels at the laughter and pauses to consider a proper response. His words are picked carefully most of the time. He says nothing without considerate thought even if the thought is being a huge asshole or everything comes out a pure joke. He closes it then flashes a completely amused smile. Laughs himself but it comes out more of a "Heh Heh" than the full hysterics Jefferson almost went into.

"Too soon? I thought our chemistry was just too good to wait." He reaches out, pats Jefferson on the shoulder once in a friendly sort of manner then continues walking, gesturing ahead. "It's right at this corner. You got enough air?"

He tilted his head and raised his brows as if to concede that Blaine had some kind of point going on there, which only made him chuckle again. The friendly gesture was completely unexpected, but he found himself appreciating it. Anything for a shred of normalcy, even if it was just him pretending that everything was fine.

"If I say I don't have enough air I'm afraid we're going to go way too fast with this bromance and it'll end with me getting mouth to mouth, so I'm gonna go with saying I'm good."

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