[Recollé] Telenovela Ep1: Tony y Jack

[flyguy]

It couldn't be said Tony had ever been Jack's biggest fan. No, not the fondest of the guy. Downright animosity came to mind as a good descriptor. But he'd made...not nice, he was bad at nice, but he'd kept the more choice words in his mind and his hands in his pockets instead of arranged into fists planted in Jack's smug face.

All for Sofia's sake. Every last bit of it. She loved the guy. What more could he do for a friend who'd gotten him through some of his darker times than be supportive? If his feelings for her strayed a little deeper all the more reason to shut up and stick it out for her.

That wasn't Sofia at his door now though. Jack wasn't looking too hot and something about that put Tony on edge. He didn't move aside to let the other man in. "Looking for something? Hooters is right around the corner. They've got a great brunch line up."

Hi Jack. Nice to see you. Or not.

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[flyguy]

"That she picked a self admitted rapist? How many other women weren't fortunate enough to have you break up the good times for your buddies? You keep trying to defend yourself and you just dig this hole deeper, hunny. Deciding to do right by someone one time because you wanted in her skinny jeans doesn't make you the victim here. That self-absorbed attitude is exactly why everyone disappeared when you two got married."

Apparently they're having it out and now it's Tony's turn to pace. Angry, tight back and forths from the couch to the front door that hint at something wild every time he turns. It's not that he thinks there's any point to this. In Jack's eyes he'll never have been the "bad guy". There'll always be an excuse for why it was anyone's fault, but his. Rip away one he'll just invent five more. This is just pointless rhetoric. But Tony's hurt and he's angry and Jack keeps piling on all these criminal charges like he's the underdog in Miss America pageant. Maybe he might not be the cutest thug on the stage, but he's got a "great personality", folks. Because Tony for certain wants to know this is the type of monster his best friend chose: a man who should be behind bars making license plates, not wandering the streets.

"When her grandpa was dying of cancer? Where were you? Taking her out to parties? I sat in his hospice room every Monday for months. Had a full ride to Yale, but she needed someone to help her get out of that house and independent. So I went local. You made a few choices not to break the law and you think that's comparable?" His hands open, clench, open again, close again. He locks them behind his back, a trick to hide weakness he learned in private school. Always keep that composure. Let them see you're emotionally unraveling and you're an animal.

"Maybe being with you made her happy, but neither of you ever gave a damn about how it hurt the rest of us." He comes to an abrupt stop and that's it, isn't it. He can still remember the arguments. About the drugs, about the drinking, about shady parties and Jack's even shadier friends. Sofia always laughing him off. Giving him Looks to keep him from riding Jack too much about shaping up. It was just one neverending Lover's Lane for them. Jack keeps harping on how it was Sofia's choice, but he just doesn't get it.

Sofia never did either, always telling him he should cut his parents off. Stop answering their calls, walk away, leave 'em. That's not how it works. People don't just exist in a vacuum. Your actions have effects on everyone around you. And sometimes, to protect those people, do right by them, you have to go with the choices you might not want. Not something Jack could ever understand, Tony is sure. That's not the "fun" option.

He looks away. Fun's over. He's not doing this with Jack. Things are...what they are. As such— "You can stay until the end of the week. I've got a deadline to meet. Ghostwriting Kelly getting her first period; you'll hardly see me." Jack can get on his feet. Sort out his shit.

But then Tony wants him gone.

[hjack69]

Jack seems to tune out halfway through on a mission to find his shirt and jacket, but he listens - genuinely listens, because it's not the same tune he's heard before. He's heard you're scum and you ruined her a thousand times over; this is something different. For a second, he almost thinks of something other than himself. What was it like for her friends to have to see her running around with him? What was it like for her parents to see her ditch dinner or chores halfway through to hop on the back of his bike and speed off into the sunset? And what was it like for Tony to come into her apartment one day and see that scumbag she kept running around with asleep on her couch?

He almost thinks of something other than himself. But he doesn't. His eyes flick up as he haltingly pulls his jacket back on, the right sleeve crooked and awkward.

"Thanks, but I have shit to do." He's exhausted and dirty and has a hell of a walk back to their crummy little house, but his welcome feels worn out already. He'll... manage. "I'm leaving town. Tonight. Her folks made sure to let me know I'm not invited to the funeral."

You'll just upset everyone. And they're right. He can at least do them this much of a kindness.

[flyguy]

It's not hard to know when to do right. In this situation at least. He should help Jack out. Resolve this...mess. It's what Sofia would have wanted. Always telling him he was so dependable, there when she couldn't count on anyone else.

"You know where the door is." He doesn't even look at Jack.