Prior

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Jack had a shadow. She was a tiny, white, enthusiastic shadow, but she was a shadow nonetheless. Wherever Jack went, Sugar followed. He'd decided she needed socialized and the neighbors were a good place to start. Plus, it was a good excuse to go visit people. People like Prior, who he rarely saw out and about since Mark vanished. Jack was concerned, but sometimes he wasn't sure just where the lines were when it came to butting in to other people's lives. It had been long enough that today he realized he didn't care whether it was overstepping or not. Today he simply went to the hut Maureen and Prior shared and knocked on the door.

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[priorlives.livejournal.com]

"Yeah." Prior's hands twitched in his lap, and then he sighed. "Yeah, he was. God, I miss him. I just... I just want someone to hold me sometimes, you know?"

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

He nodded. "I know. Everyone does."

It was part of why he'd been so popular for so long. It might not have meant much beyond that moment, but he'd held his share of people when they needed it most.

[priorlives.livejournal.com]

Prior nodded. Still trying to find something to do with his hands, he reached for the pillow again. It was a patchwork of the same purple fabric that made up the drapes in his old hut, and a number of dark, complementary colors.

"A housewarming gift for Scotty," he said.

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Nice. I made him a lamp. Well, I didn't make it for him. I'd made it and it seemed like a good gift. I can't believe how little that hut as changed since you and Belize lived there."

[priorlives.livejournal.com]

Prior smile genuinely at that. "I know, right? Though I'm just glad there's somewhere there who appreciates it. I mean, not that the place will ever see a queen like her majesty Miss Belize, but Scotty lit up like a Christmas tree when I told him I'd made the drapes."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"He's adorable," Jack agreed with a nod. "And I think he may just charm me into diving on my day off, just so he can have fresh seafood." The way he said it, though...it was already a done deal.

[priorlives.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Speaking of his alleged prowess in the kitchen..." Prior crossed his legs and rested the pillow on front of them. "The combined skills of cooking and catering and party planning, with no small amount of prodding from Maureen has hatched into a suggestion that we throw a party here in Bohemia."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

Jack smiled and lit up. "I was just thinking about that. I'd like to have one for Logan. November 3rd. It's a...it's a special day," he said, letting Prior decide his own meaning for it.

"Or did you want to do it sooner than that? Given a month, we could really go all out."

[priorlives.livejournal.com]

"Oh! Well, there's nothing wrong with an occasion," Prior said with a touch of cheerfulness. "And sure, I bet in a month we can plan one hell of a party. Though it might give Maureen an excuse to work on a performance number."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"Like she needs an excuse," he laughed. "I think it needs to be a big deal. He's never had a party thrown for him. I'll need your help with the guest list. If I do the invitations, it'll seem like people are coming because of me and I don't want that. I want this to really be for him." He paused. "And I'd like to keep it a secret from him for as long as possible."

[priorlives.livejournal.com]

"I think we can do that," said Prior, nodding. "Well, I can do that. And I can force Maureen to do that."

He actually seemed a little brighter now; maybe a project was just what he needed to distract him.

"Have you actually tasted any of Scotty's cooking?" he asked. "I'm sure he's very good at what he does."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I have. I didn't realize he was cooking, though. I rely on the kitchen...if I had to cook for myself, I'd starve to death," he chuckled. "It's good. Not better than anyone else, but different. Fancier."

[priorlives.livejournal.com]

"I was never that great of a cook," Prior said, waving a hand breezily (a decidedly queer gesture). "When I did catering I was really more a delegator."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I didn't know you did catering. What else have you done that I don't know about?" he asked, leaning forward and tilting his head in interest.

[priorlives.livejournal.com]

"Oh, shall I tell you the tale of my sordid New York life, pre-eighties when we all got shit scared?" Prior asked with a light laugh. "Well, I did occasionally work as a caterer and party planner, yes. Even a club designer, for some sense of the term. But most of the time I simply lived modestly but with great style off of a small trust fund."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"I'd actually kind of like to hear your sordid tales, yeah," Jack answered. "I'll make do with whatever you want to share, though. Why'd you have a trust fund?"

[priorlives.livejournal.com]

"I come from an old family," said Prior. "I'm the thirty-fourth Prior Walter." He paused. "Well, counting the bastards. And I'm sure that every one of them is spinning in his grave knowing that I will be the last."

[captainjack.livejournal.com]

"That's...a long line," was all he could think to say. "So...you don't have any brothers to carry on the name or anything?"