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Around Atton's New York, All Day Tuesday

So, Cade was still here. And... damned lucky that Dane had the patience of a saint (or at least a guy with crappy coping methods and a history of poor boundary-setting), or he probably would've been out on his ass by now. Hell, Jack had thought about throwing him out on his ass a few times now. The crossing the streams was just kind of weird.

And Cade could be kind of a jackass.

(But he'd also missed the guy and having him here was a good reminder of their misspent youth and space he really was getting old, wasn't he?)

Anyway.

It was show day. And Jack-slash-Atton hadn't slept a wink last night, so he'd just be on the floor of the living room, where he'd been for the last couple of hours. Ugh.

[[ for that guy and some ocd ]]

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"You didn't tell me he was hot," Jill said merrily, turning her eyes on Jack.

Who rolled his eyes. Maturely.

"He doesn't talk much before a show," Dane confided, pulling up a chair.

Some of them took advantage of that.

"So I assume you tell lies and embarrassing stories when he can't protect himself," Cade said. "Like good friends would."

"And we watch all the complaints and the arguments build up in his head until he almost explodes," Jill confirmed. She picked up her soda with a grin. "We're just making sure he has all the energy he needs up on stage later."

She took a sip. "Want to help?"

"To annoy him, absolutely," Cade said. "I've no interest in how he keeps his energy up."

Dane gave Jack a rueful pat on the shoulder. "You'll live," he said, as they both settled into their seats.

Unlike Dane, Jill had no intention of asking Cade copious questios about his own backstory. "You know him from school, right?" she said. "I think it's customary to bug you for the absolute worst stories you can think of."

"He once cruelly crushed my dream of bringing home a camel," Cade began, starting to a spin a tale that was 70 percent fabricated.

Jack gave Dane a fierce nudge with his elbow. He knew the full story. Defend his honor!

"No, I'd like to hear where he's going with this," Dane told him. "Let him cook."

Cade's story got even more elaborate as he grinned at Atton, daring him to tell how it really went.

Jack was just going to try and chug this drink in front of him. Chug, and chug, and chug, and--

"You and Sparks snuck a camel from a beach in Turkey onto a boat and got detention for it, space, I had nothing to do with it!"

The space goats later, on the other hand...

"But my version is much more interesting," Cade said with a triumphant grin.

Jack rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah, the big myth of Cade Skywalker," he muttered.

And then bent himself further over his soda.

"Trent's going to be here in a second," Jill added. "I'd save the really tall tales for his paranoid ass."

"Oooh, how paranoid is he?" Cade asked. "Will he believe I have tentacles?"

"Do you have tentacles?" Jill asked skeptically, before Jack could stop her.

"Do you want me to have tentacles?" Cade asked, smirking.

"It'd definitely be a new experience," Jill said, smirking back.

"'m gonna kill myself," Jack muttered under his breath.

A tall, gangly man with messy black hair stepped in through the door, looked towards, them, and squinted.

"I definitely recommend it at least once," Cade said, winking.

"Oh, is there a story?" Jill said, brightening up. "'Cause I gotta--"

"New spaceman," Trent said, yanking up a chair and sitting himself down in it in a kind of... dropping motion. He nodded at Cade. "Welcome to Earth."

Jack's hand slid up to rub at his forehead.

Cade gave him a sardonic wave. "I come in peace. Take me to your leader."

Cade.

"Which one?" Trent asked suspiciously. Jack heaved a sigh, waving for the server to come over.

"He'll have a whiskey and coke," Dane said.

Cade would take that capitulation as a sign of success because Cade was a dick.

"Whichever one you know," Cade said magnanimously.

Trent sat down. He eyed Cade across the table, steely. "If that's your plan," he said, "It's not well-reasoned. Does your planet have a lead problem?"

Jack picked up his soda and took an idle sip. When the whiskey and coke arrived, he shoved it effortlessly towards Trent, who downed it without taking his eyes off Cade.

"I figure I'd work up from whoever you know," Cade said.

"From whoever a random New York City bassist would know? A likely story," Trent snorted. He jabbed a finger at Cade. "Confess. How long have you been hiding here, stalking humanity, huh?"

Everyone else at the table sipped their drinks in unison.

Cade snorted. "Two weeks," he said. "You're not that interesting."

Trent's eyebrows shot up.

"Then explain this," he said, whipping out his phone to display--

A wide range of fuzzy pictures of objects flashing past in the sky, all over town.

Jack waved at the server again.

"He'll have another whiskey and coke," Dane said dutifully.

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