Beginnings [OPEN]

[jasonwright]

It's a shitty way to start your day--waking up stiff, cold, and wet from a morning drizzle. Jason blinks, groans, and rubs his eyes, trying to quickly adjust to the blinding sun. As soon as he's awake, Alfredo is on his lap, soaking wet but happy all the same. The dog licks some dirt off his face while Jason chuckles. "No, Alfredo. I'm not food." 

He sits up, stripping off his jacket and stuffing it into his backpack as he speaks to Alfredo. "Think we could spring for some coffee today? It'd be nice to have something hot." He reaches down to pat the dog's head as he wags his tail, a gesture Jason takes as a push toward coffee. He double checks his wallet and grins. "Coffee it is then."

The new town is easy enough to navigate and pretty soon, he's found what appears to be a coffee shop. Quill. Looks like any other small town coffee shop he's visited, but he's pleasantly surprised when he steps inside after tethering Alfredo to a bike rack outside. It looks like a nice place he can stow away during a rainy day. 

He orders coffee, black, and a muffin, going back outside to sit on the curb next to Alfredo. As he sips the coffee, humming happily, he holds out the muffin for the dog to nibble on. 

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[jasonwright]

Jason is taking another precious sip of his coffee when something smacks into his left shoulder, sloshing half the coffee onto his shirt. Ow, hot, fuck. He quickly stands up, looking over to Alfredo to make sure none of the hot coffee landing on the dog, but found Alfredo already in the road, nudging his nose at a man.

"Shit, man, are you okay?" He asks, rushing to the man's side to try to help him up. "You probably didn't even see me."

[bachjones]

"Still got my hands they're clinging So I just keep going I don't know where I belo- oh man, fu-" He gets up. "Dude, didn't see you! You're okay?"

He checks his hands and mouth before turning to the obstacle. "That was your coffee? Sorry man, I'll get you another."

[jasonwright]

"I'm fine. You're the one that took a tumble. Something distracting you, mister?" he asks as he takes a napkin to his shirt. "You're good. It was almost finished anyway."

[bachjones]

"You sure? Because I always get something extra at this place. It wouldn't hurt me to share." He rubs his face. "Song. Close to finishing its story."

[jasonwright]

"Well man, if you can manage to get something extra, I won't turn it down. Just don't spend any money on me." Jason nods. He didn't have a magical bone in his body, but he had been around enough musicians in his life to get it. "Congrats."

[bachjones]

Bach grins for a second. "Not near congrats yet, it has to be completed in my little jail cell. But I'm sure I'll wow people with it soon."

He walks back, pulls the door open. "Anything you really like that I can get?"

[jasonwright]

"Alright, I'll save the congrats for when you finish." He squints a little at the 'jail cell' comment. "Er... a plain bagel would be amazing?" His stomach has already started growling.

[bachjones]

He hears that. Musicians have ears for every sound. "Nothing to drink with that bagel? I mean man, being hungry is never fun. I know."

[jasonwright]

"It's not fun when you don't know when your next meal will be. But I'm fortunate and have a temp job." He shakes his head. He actually really is hungry and he won't get paid until the end of the week. He's no good on a boat if he's weak. "Milk?"

[bachjones]

Bach nods. "Of course, no problem. There's no shame in asking, man. It's the reply you get that shows the real center of a human being." He pats his shoulder. "Stay right here."

[jasonwright]

"I've seen more centers than I wish to in a lifetime." He grins but stays put, sitting back down on the curb with Alfredo at his side.

[bachjones]

Poor guy.

Bach returns with two bagels and a large cup of milk. "Her manager was around, that's why she didn't start crying and give me the entire bottle. "I hope that gets you through another couple of hours, at least."

[jasonwright]

Jason takes the food and milk happily, giving Bach a grateful smile and thanks. "You usually get extra food anywhere you go?"

[bachjones]

"Nah, of course not. Sometimes people think I'm underdressed. Is your dog going to be okay?"

[jasonwright]

"You look sharply dressed to me." But then, Jason's never been at the height of fashion. "He was surviving long before I started looking after him. He had a muffin this morning and plenty of water at the docks."

[bachjones]

"Thanks, man. But I think it's clear you have different standards." He nods. "No offense. Just looking out for animals."

[jasonwright]

"None taken. He's way scrappier than I am. I think he takes care of me more than the other way around." The dog barks as if on cue and licks Jason's hand.

[bachjones]

"That's what a good pet does. But hey, I have to return to my keeper. Be safe from stumbling fools, okay?"

[jasonwright]

"Will do." He says with a grin, waving goodbye.