It's been a few days since shit went down at the shop and Mel and Hank were canned. Jason's been in contact with Davin though, his boss popping up on his phone to ask about the shop. His cheek is still bruised, but he's pretty much healed now. He's been more worried about Davin's recovery though. The guy obviously doesn't like to be away from the shop, and Jason gets the feeling he's going to try to cut his recovery short and get back to work. That's the last thing he needs to do right now.

So after he closes up the shop Friday afternoon, Jason decides to pay Davin a visit. He's had Alfredo with him, just in case he was busy in the back and a customer came in (the dog loves to bark when he sees someone) or if Tweedle-Dee and Tweedle-Dum decide to show their faces again. Jason doubts they ever will, but he liked having Alfredo's company. 

Locking up the front door, Jason stops by Quill to grab some food and treats for Alfredo. Once he's run his errands, he trudges through the town to Davin's apartment, Alfredo close to his heels. He approaches the door and knocks a few times. "Dav! It's me." Turning to look at Alfredo, he raises a brow. "You behave. No jumping. He's hurt."

They've spent the whole morning cleaning the apartment and getting everything ready because today's a pretty special day for both Jason and Iris. His brother John is coming to visit again. And this time, he's bringing his wife and Jason's baby nephew. To say they're both nervous is a massive understatement. Jason's spent the past few days running errands for Iris, picking up food, ingredients, and baby supplies while Iris has worked on baby-proofing the whole apartment, something that's thrown Alfredo and Eric into a tizzy. It's been a bit of a chaos but more of an excited one. Jason can't wait to meet his namesake and he definitely can't wait to meet the woman crazy enough to marry his little brother.

After another round at the grocery store, Jason heads back to the apartment, lugging a ridiculous amount of bags with him as Alfredo jogs happily by his side. He took the dog this time, mostly to get him out of Iris' hair for a few, but also because he wanted to work out some of Alfredo's energy before a baby turns his would upside down. Racing Alfredo up the stairs of the complex, Jason balances the bags on one arm and lets himself into their home, closing the door behind him as Alfredo pants and makes his way to the water bowl.

"I'm back," he says by way of greeting as he carries the bags into the kitchen. There's no telling where Iris has gotten to or what project she's taken up in preparation for the visit. 

 Jason had promised to take Iris out on a date one day. And now that everything seemed to be getting back to normal in town, they agreed that tonight would be the night. With a half day of work put in at the shop, Jason headed back to the apartment for a shower and a change of clothes when he saw his reflection in the mirror and realized just how much he'd let himself go. So with Alfredo by his side, he made his way to a hair shop nearby. The ladies there were very nice and trimmed his hair and beard a bit. They even asked permission to style his hair differently, and figuring, hell, he should look a little put together, he agreed. 

He left the salon feeling like a new man and, very painstakingly, sent Iris a text to let her know that he'd meet her at the apartment. After running one more errand, he heads back to their home. 



[TRIGGER WARNING: NSFW in the comments]

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[Iris' voice is heard] "Tell them they've reached Jason!"  "Why?" "So they know they missed you and can leave a voice message for you!" "Why can't they just find me?" "That's now how this wo-[BEEP]" 

Leave Jason text/voicemails here. He finally has a phone!

Warning: NSFW probs lol

It doesn't normally take long to put out the fire in a fire-pit, but Jason's a bit distracted at the moment. He wants to get downstairs and this stupid fire is keeping him from that. Iris has already gathered up all the s'more supplies and is waiting at the rooftop door for him and she looks eager to get out of here as well.

Finally the last of the flames die out and Jason's comfortable the fire won't rekindle. He grabs the blanket and pillows off the bench and follows Iris to the door.

"Alright," he smiles. "Ready when you are?"

[Backdated to the morning after the beach party]

 It's a pretty normal morning, as normal as 3am at a fishing dock off the coast of Maine can be. The wind's picked up significantly since yesterday, something the boys on the boat take notice of. High winds mean more hazardous conditions for an already hazardous job.

Jason leaves Alfredo in his usual spot at the bench on the dock. A quick kiss on the muzzle and a ruffle of the dog's head and Jason boards the boat. He eats his breakfast, a large bowl of oatmeal with bananas and three muffins, in the cabin quickly as the boat's captain barks out every worker's orders for the day. Jason's job is his usual as of late. With the end of the season fast approaching, they're placing pots into the water again, a last effort to hit it rich. This means they have stacks of pots on deck, reaching ten high. This also means the old crane gets stuck and ropes get tangled together. This means someone gets to climb the unbearably high stacks to help untangle the pots and help hook the crane to each cage. And this is Jason's job.

He's not afraid of heights, he trusts his crew, and his strength allows him to quickly scale the stack anytime one of the pots gets caught. He's also one of the few on the boat patient enough to sit atop a cage and carefully untie the knots made slippery by the water. He doesn't mind this new task, he actually enjoys it. It's a weird rush to climb that high and the view? Unbeatable. He's just thankful today, the skies seem clear. Even if the wind is high.

After a few hours, the boat arrives at its fishing spot, the crew has eaten, and ten pots are baited and tossed onto the sea bed before the crane moves to pick up a cage and accidently pulls two from the stack. The man operating the crane, Miguel, gives Jason a nod, and he tosses the bait in his hands back into a bucket, moving quickly to climb the stack.

Speed is integral in this job. The quicker they are, the more pots they set, the more pots they pull, the more catch they have. The captain has a very specific schedule for each day and goals for how many pots they need to have set by the time they reach shore again. In no time, Jason has climbed the stack of cages and straddles the second pot that was accidentally pulled. He tugs his gloves off with his teeth, quickly untangling the rope and giving Miguel a thumbs up to let him know he's free. As Miguel hooks the crane onto the pot again, pulling it free, their captain gets on the bull horn.

"Jay! Stay up there and hook the pots. Have a feelin' they're a mess." Jason gives the man a nod and spends the next hour of work on top of the stack, the wind and the waves tipping their boat back and forth. 

It makes for a harder job, the ebb and flow of the waves. It's even harder when the waves pick up so much they're now splashing over the side of the vessel. Jason, like the others on deck, pulls his hood up over his head, not that it'll really do much good. He's already soaked. He reaches out and grabs another pot as the crane lifts it away from the stack. It isn't tied well and with the wind, the cage is swinging precariously over the men on the deck below. The last thing he wants is the rope to come undone. He tightens the knot, gives Manuel the sign, and moves out of the way, balancing himself on the next stack.

It's then that he hears shouting, quickly followed by the boat tilting almost completely onto its side. Jason grabs onto the metal of the pots, cutting his fingers on the harsh wire, but he saves himself from slipping off his feet and onto the deck below. The boat rights itself, but just as he gets back to his feet, he realizes he's an idiot and he's forgotten something very big and very important.

The crane.

With the drastic shift in the boat, the crane has started swinging wildly, pot still very much attached. There's not much poor Manuel can do to get it under control. And his eyes go wide and he cries out just when Jason stands because that's when the pot swings and hits the man square in the gut, causing Jason to stumble back and slip right off the side of the boat.

He hears the distant sound of a commotion before the rush of water hits his ears and his hearing is muffled. He can't breath. Jason knows he just got the wind knocked out of him and that's kind of something a human needs in the water. All he can think before he loses consciousness is "Thank God I'm not in Alaska."

Posting this because it'll be helpful SOOOOOOONNNNNN

Time for a hiatus for moi~ I'll be working 12 hour days this weekend and when I get off work, I'll be crashing immediately. I might be able to return Sunday, but that depends on if we have to come in another day and when my family's father's day plans are. Safe bet, I'll be very very quiet until Monday (maybe even Tuesday 8I). If it's slow, I might be able to do a few tags, but internet's super crappy at work. Goodbye cruel world :'(

Anywho! Excuses for my chars being gone:

• Riley - She'll be spending the weekend meeting investors and working up plans to revamp Knights of the Round Pie.
• Grant - He'll be away for the weekend to visit his parents out of state for father's day. He's simply thrilled about it.
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• Yura - She's busy sunbathing.
• Kennedy - She'll be painting non-stop this weekend, wracked with visions.
• Jason - He's picked up a three-day voyage on a fishing vessel for some extreme crabbing and extreme $$$.

Don't forget me while I'm gone :'(