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No touchy

When; Sunday Midday
Rating; PG13 for language (as always with Sands)
Characters; Sands, Anita Blake, and Jack Sparrow
Summary; Sands and Jack talk after the disaster of the last curse day
Log;
has a beautiful and intricate tiled floor, pillars, raised ceilings, a dome, and low-hanging candle chandeliers. The floor to ceiling windows line the three wings and let in golden sunlight. It's all completely wasted on Sands.
His boots click against the stones as he walks toward Jack. He's very well armed and still a bit peeved... he's holding the cat and stroking it like a super villain.
"One of my guards are close by. Just know that."

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Jack has a bit more respect for the architecture. Still, he's been in temples of every sort and blasphemed against most of the associated religions. Catholicism is no different.

"Noted."
The fear is well enough warranted. Jack doesn't blame his double at all. However, he'd rather this all be done with.

"Are you dying or are you not? An' should I be keeping an eye out for attempts on my own life? If we're to be enemies, I'd rather it be with some warning."

Sands isn't sure telling Jack the truth is good for his safety. He's worried about another curse. But Jack will find out. He'll look up HIV online if he hasn't already and he'll notice the real lack of several symptoms.
He stays to the side of the pirate, giving Anita the line of fire if she needs it. He doesn't expect Jack to hurt him here but he follows protocol anyway.

"I don't have plans to take your life. And I'm not sick. I didn't make up the disease but I don't have it. I lied to you so I wouldn't have to cut your dick off later."

"Ah. Good to hear it. An' 'm grateful that you stopped me. I'd not want to 'ave gone through with it. Not like that."

The pirate has never had to resort to rape. He's paid for sex, certainly, but mostly as a matter of convenience. If he wants it, he can find it. No reason to deal with the complications or moral qualms of rape.

"So. Where does this set us?"

Sands scritches the cat behind it's ear, making a slow circle around Jack but always turning to go counter clockwise before he steps in front of his guards line of fire.
"I'm still holding a bit of a grudge. I plan to do something violent to you. But you'll live..."

He walks away toward Anita.
"Have you met Blake yet?"

"Joy. I shall live every moment in anticipation."
This does not bode well. He's had bullets left in important parts of him by this man for far smaller indiscretions. It's hard to see this as not being enemies.

"Blake? Not certain."
The pirate doesn't recall the name, but that doesn't mean much.

Anita slips out of the shadows at the mention of her name, arms crossed. She doesn't look thrilled, but hey, rough day and all. For being a small woman, she's intimidating looking, what with the almost frown etched on her face.

"I have a first name, Sands. Use it."

He smirks at Jack. Sands isn't going to feel completely comfortable with the man for a long time. He wants the feeling to be mutual. It's better then actually hurting him because it never ends.

He sighs annoyed at Anita.
"I can't use nicknames and now I'm supposed to introduce you by first name to potential strangers? How am I supposed to pick up on these mixed signals?"
Sometimes the two of them spat like siblings. He silently mocks Anita, mouth moving to mimic her words in exaggerated movements. His back is turned to her though.

"Jack- Anita. Anita- Jack. Anita is staying at the apartment for a while. You can stay too. But there's one bed and she gets it and one sofa and I call it. You crawl under the covers with either of us and... look- I don't even have a threat good enough for that. Don't do it."
Sands really doesn't expect him to after all this.

Jack bows to Anita, grinning. She is a bit intimidating, but she's also quite pretty. It's a combination Jack's always had an affinity for.
"A pleasure, Miss. No question."

Standing, Jack returns his hat to his head. The company is certainly appealing, but living every moment at risk of attack and having no bed in which to sleep? It leaves a bit wanting.

"No soft place for Jack to sleep then, eh? An' the lady shall be bedding alone?" An invitation would be welcome and Jack hope's that's clear. He smooths his mustache to assure he looks his best.
"I may well be in need of a new place to bed down. No offense intended, but it does seem to have become less than hospitable."
Pity him? He looks so pitiful.

A slim eyebrow inches up. She offers him a smile, but it's false, and not even close to reaching her eyes.

"I doubt I'd have to sleep alone if I wanted to, but right now, it's looking real damn nice. You can have the bed. I'll take the floor. I'll be able to be comfy on it just fine."

"If you're not taking my bed, I will. Jack can sleep on the couch."
He walks past the pirate, deliberately knocking him with a bony shoulder. Sands is still angry but the two of them have been so inseparable it's difficult for either to stay mad at the other no matter what happens. It wasn't horribly long ago Jack was trying to ignore his 'brother' sacrificing a child's soul as a personal favor.
Sands will get over what happened on that curse day. Just not instantly.

"We'll find a cot, Anita. Do you at least have cash? I'm broke."
He walks on her left and a step behind. It's not an invite for Jack to take the other side.

Invitation or no, Jack takes Sands' other side. No touching, not yet. Still, though he pouted at the bump of shoulders and rubbed at the spot, he takes it as a positive sign. They'll be back to normal soon enough. That's all the pirate had wanted. Sands is the only true friend Jack has had in many years. He's not yet ready to give that up.

"I'll not be taking up the space for long. 'm certain t' have my ship or some reasonable replacement before too terrible long."
He feels very sure of this. His hopes that staying with Sands had become a better option than before have diminished. Anita shows no interest in a pirate captain as a bed warmer.

"I've got some. Being a bouncer pays well, and a few other side things are decent for earning. I can be comfy anywhere as long as it's not outside. Sleeping in trees sucks this time of year."

She goes quiet then and keeps her silence as they walk, thoughts inward.

Sands bumps into or brushes against Jack at random moments while they shop. He always makes it seem like an accident but he wants things back to normal as well. Despite the pirate's annoying confusion on just how close they should be- Jack is Sands almost constant companion and friend.
Besides, the flirting and groping should end (at least for a very long time) after what happened. It may be a Pyrric victory but it's something.

He leaves Anita out of the conversation once she makes it clear she doesn't feel like talking. Sands is a little annoyed that the break up with Richard is making her quiet but he knows better then to complain. The agent might not be able to sympathize with others but he's learned to at least pretend to understand. While shopping Sands pockets small things like toothpaste and deodorant. He puts a few more (carton of tobacco, rolling papers, toilet paper) into Anita's cart, giving his best smile when he can feel her looking at him.

When they're finished and walking back through the door of he and Jack's place, Sands is well into a conversation (mainly to himself. He likes the sound of his own voice).
"...And the delightful little corpse fucker wants to decorate. My plan was to look for a two bedroom."

"You've a skill for surrounding yourself in in'tresting characters, Shelly. I'll not deny that. ... This second bedroom: would it be for the grave robbing fop or m'self? I'd fancy m'own bed."

He pictures bringing women and other sexual quarry back to his couch and it simply doesn't work for him. Certainly, he likes to bed his conquests down in their beds as much as possible. Saves the trouble of kicking them out. But it's not always possible.
As they enter the apartment, Jack empties his pockets. The deep pockets of both frock coat and waist coat are filled with all manner of small items from the shop shelves. Anything that struck Jack's fancy in the moment. He's also managed to mostly ignore Anita, aside from the occasional glance. He knows nothing of Richard, but she seemed both uninterested in the pirate and unimpressed, both of which he finds just a bit off-putting.

She's not so obvlivious that she doesn't know that both men are petty little thieves, but all it earns is a shake of her head and a quick glance at Jack. Of course, they left it to her to purchase most of the more expensive things.

As soon as they'd gotten securely inside, fingers started pulling at her well hidden arsenal, a wicked little knife suddenly there to wind its way between her fingers.

"I've changed my mind. Since I paid tonight, except for the things you two lifted, I'm taking the bedroom. You two can split the other."

A smirk is turned on the men.

"I'm not letting that cadaver humping queer sleep in the next room with me. And what happened to, 'I'll 'ave my ship soon enough, no need to overstay my welcome in yer place, Shelly...'?"
Sands stops mocking Jack when Anita claims she's taking the bed after all. The two of them are too tall to be very comfortable on the cot. Jack will have to suffer.
"Sofa is mine."

He flops down on it, putting his hands behind his head.
"What about you, Anita? We can look for a three bedroom. It's never come up but I really am excellent at living with women. One of my best qualities."
It sounds like he's joking but it's also true. The normal things that gets on a man's nerves when moving his girlfriend in sooths Sands. He likes little pink razors, panties on the floor, feminine touches, and scented candles. Even if said woman is planning to off him at some point it's the sort of superficial normalcy he's trained to keep up. Anita may not have any of these nesting habits but he's delightfully easy to live with if given the chance.

"Soon's not the same as 'today', mate. I do wish you'd try t'keep up."
Jack shakes his head, firmly feeling the error in communication is all on Sands' end. He speaks quite clearly and concisely, himself. The agent just has some sort of difficulty in understanding simple concepts.

"Aye. I'll have a place all to my onesies soon as I'm able. Still, no sense in suffering any great discomfort til then, eh?"
For a man who's lived much of his life at sea, Jack has always preferred luxury when he can have it. He has expensive tastes. It's a trait rather common among pirate captains if the have the means to get it.

He scowls at Sands, laying sprawled and comfortable on the couch. The cot isn't at all large enough, but it's not very different from the hammocks and bunks offered below deck on a ship, either. Jack's used to it. He's just annoyed.

"Ah. You're best at living with women. I see where the trouble's been."
He snorts derisively and gives Anita a look that says Sands is lying. Jack honestly has no idea, but he's been thrown to the cot for the night, so he's being a bit of an ass over it.

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