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[OPEN LOG/MINGLE] Teeth Lessons
Fliers are hung in proper prominent spots on the ship by Thursday evening:

Johnny Summer spends most of Friday, Saturday and Sunday in Topy, with mannequins dressed in his suits from home, shoes and shine kits, his handkerchiefs made by Watson at a station to be folded into pocket squares. It's a casual sort of drop-in space, mostly him making himself available for talks of multiple kinds, using "gentleman lessons" as a nice wrapper to contain them.
But also, he absolutely will expound on the benefits of the Windsor knot for a necktie, show you how to do a bowtie, offer tips for shoe shining, and otherwise be your gay fashion friend.

Johnny Summer spends most of Friday, Saturday and Sunday in Topy, with mannequins dressed in his suits from home, shoes and shine kits, his handkerchiefs made by Watson at a station to be folded into pocket squares. It's a casual sort of drop-in space, mostly him making himself available for talks of multiple kinds, using "gentleman lessons" as a nice wrapper to contain them.
But also, he absolutely will expound on the benefits of the Windsor knot for a necktie, show you how to do a bowtie, offer tips for shoe shining, and otherwise be your gay fashion friend.
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He almost sounds dismissive of her, on some level.
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On one hand, she shouldn't care at all what this guy, what anyone here, thinks of her. That's what she keeps telling herself. This is just another cruise she has to suffer through until the ship chews her up or someone pulls a Jenny 2.0 and no one, nothing, matters.
On the other. The dismissiveness really gets under her skin anyway.
"God you lot and that woman... she's not—" anything special, but Daisy bites her tongue rather than finish that sentiment. Tastes iron. Problems with sharp teeth. "You were playing tactical. When you figured me out. Weren't you? Smart move. Smarter than Erin really believing what she was saying."
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He smiles, moving back behind the bar to grab a bottle of wine and a corkscrew.
"And you aren't ready to participate in any of that. Erin can try to convince you that better exists. I'm not going to repeatedly bang my head against the brick wall of your commitment to being part of the pack of bastards. That's not a useful place to put my time or energy. I made an effort with Jenny and that led to one of the least productive conversations I've ever had. Why should I bother with you?"
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Daisy actually snarls a little at the mention of Jenny, lips curling back to show the wolf-like teeth beneath. But she doesn't advance on him. The reaction is isolated entirely from Johnny himself.
"That bitch— she screwed us all over, you know. Sure, we were a pack of bastards. Try living through our cruise, not your walk in the park, and see if you come out any different. But we went years without anyone pulling that shit. Don't you compare me to her after she slit my partner's throat. Just. Don't."
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That's a dare, Daisy, not a threat.
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"Haven't killed any of you since I got back, have I! Not even her, even though I'd have every damn right!"
That might be best footnoted with a 'yet', but it's true. She hasn't even tried to hunt Jenny so far. Or hurt Chase.
"You all say this shit like it's easy. You think I can just say 'alright, sure' and the sense of an ambush around every corner goes away? You think I can just decide to trust people like you can't bite me if I let my guard down? You. Didn't. Live. Like we did. I can— I have—"
The frustrated noise she cuts herself off with is more of a growl, too.
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He takes a deep breath, raking a hand over his hair, because he's not going to meet her on her level of bitterness. He's in this space for gentleman lessons and he's going to act like it.
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Daisy actually tries, for a moment, to recall if any of the memories she dug into to act like Crabb give her any context for what he's saying... but the fact is she didn't dig all that deep. Nothing comes to mind.
So she just huffs. Bristles. And yet yells less. "Fine. Maybe you do. I don't know your life. But the boat wasn't my first time either, alright? Even here I can't— I can't shake the thing that owns me. Owns my damn— soul. I can't. I can't become prey. Not again."
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Become part of the pack. She groans. "You and Erin really are friends aren't you? Same metaphors and everything."
She flicks her tongue over her own teeth and, feeling far too exposed now just stood in the open space, finally drags herself onto a stool a little ways away from him. Keeping an eye on him now seems to override the need to have her eye on an exit, though she's kept her path to it as clear as possible.
"I'm not—" A huff of air. "If I wanted to kill you all, turn on you again, I'd've torn Erin's throat out when she offered it. I had— I got memories. New memories. And... look at me." She plucks at her own shirt, even picked from the Tommy's it's too big for her. "I got like this for a reason. But I can't just roll over and trust you all either."