"I wasn't gonna kill him!" Frank gets Jack yelling at him from his cell, leaned up against the bars. "I was just gonna choke him a little!"
Not. Helping. But Tony bails him out of trouble - probably not for the first time, either - and Jack is the one to stop in at the convenience store nearby for what he'll need to put Tony back together. He also buys a pack of smokes, because you know, possibly the last night of his entire life and all. Might as well get all his favorite vices in.
"Rented a car for the trip, but I got a bike back home." He jerks his head once they're outside, indicating for Tony to follow him. "C'mon. Memory's kinda fuzzy, you'll have to give me directions anyway."
It's not that he's never visited her grave before, just that last time he did, he was blackout drunk and woke up... at the PD, coincidentally. He leads them to a pretty little current year model, where he insists Tony sit down and let him pick the glass out of his face with tweezers. If Tony doesn't squirm, it should be a pretty quick affair; it isn't like he's never done this before, after all, and it's not like he cares about Tony's comfort too terribly much when he follows it up with a cotton ball soaked in peroxide. He himself has a split lip and the beginnings of an angry bruise building on his cheekbone, and if his nose is broken, he certainly wouldn't be surprised.
It's fun. They've had fun tonight.
"How're the folks?" Jack says casually, dabbing at a particularly nasty cut near Tony's hairline. "I remember them being total jackasses. That ever get any better or what?"
you could not get more dysfunctional if you tried
Not. Helping. But Tony bails him out of trouble - probably not for the first time, either - and Jack is the one to stop in at the convenience store nearby for what he'll need to put Tony back together. He also buys a pack of smokes, because you know, possibly the last night of his entire life and all. Might as well get all his favorite vices in.
"Rented a car for the trip, but I got a bike back home." He jerks his head once they're outside, indicating for Tony to follow him. "C'mon. Memory's kinda fuzzy, you'll have to give me directions anyway."
It's not that he's never visited her grave before, just that last time he did, he was blackout drunk and woke up... at the PD, coincidentally. He leads them to a pretty little current year model, where he insists Tony sit down and let him pick the glass out of his face with tweezers. If Tony doesn't squirm, it should be a pretty quick affair; it isn't like he's never done this before, after all, and it's not like he cares about Tony's comfort too terribly much when he follows it up with a cotton ball soaked in peroxide. He himself has a split lip and the beginnings of an angry bruise building on his cheekbone, and if his nose is broken, he certainly wouldn't be surprised.
It's fun. They've had fun tonight.
"How're the folks?" Jack says casually, dabbing at a particularly nasty cut near Tony's hairline. "I remember them being total jackasses. That ever get any better or what?"