Heh look the little kid you stupid kid get the fuck out of here or die

I never do that you lying fuck out of my sight or die scum

Jinx turns around to face the door, still holding his gun with both hands. His eyes narrow as he watches the little boy carefully through the corner of one eye.

Go to my room, follow me. I'm not taking you there by force, but if anything happens to me along the way, just know that it wasn't part of the deal.

Sighing, Jinx turns around and walks back towards his room. He takes one last look at the little boy before continuing, making sure he's following close enough. When they reach the door to his room, Jinx unlocks it with a click of his thumb and gestures for the boy to enter first.

"Now, what do you want from me exactly?" Jinx asks as he follows Mickoo into the dimly lit room, trying not to sound annoyed.

Jinx crosses his arms over his chest and leans against the wall, watching the boy in the bed suspiciously. "What kind of work did I tell you about, exactly?" he says with a hint of impatience in his voice. He doesn't remember mentioning any specific jobs to this kid, but maybe he misunderstood or is just making things up now.

"Well, whatever it was, you're obviously making that up now," Jinx says with a snort of disbelief. "Look, I don't have time for this. If there really was some work we talked about, maybe I could help you out another time." With that, he turns to leave the room.

"But," he continues, pausing in the doorway, "if there actually is something you need done, we can talk about it. Just be honest with me."

Jinx raises an eyebrow at the boy's question and smirks slightly. "Just habit, kid," he replies with a shrug. "Besides, it wouldn't do much good if I left the door unlocked."

"So what is it that you need done? Be specific now," Jinx says, leaning against the doorframe and crossing his arms over his chest again. He isn't going to let this kid waste any more of his time.

Well then, if you don't know what the work is or how we were supposedly going to do it together, I guess there really isn't anything for us to discuss, is there? You came here under false pretenses and wasted my time, so now I have better things to do.

"Look," Jinx says with a sigh, "I don't know what kind of game you think you're playing here, but I suggest you stop wasting my time and find someone else to fool around with." With that, he turns his back on the boy and begins to walk away down the hallway.

"But if you ever do have real work for me," he calls over his shoulder, "you know where to find me." It's not like he meant it as a threat or anything; more of a warning really. Just in case this kid gets himself into some serious trouble that only Jinx can help him get out of...or so he thinks.

With a chuckle, Jinx calls back to the boy, "Okay, Mr. 'I'm-Not-A-Kid'-But-Actually-Are, I suggest you find someone else to play your little games with." Then he continues down the hallway until he reaches his destination: the bar. The rest of the night passes uneventfully as Jinx tends to customers and drinks himself into a stupor. He tries not to think about the boy and his made-up stories, but in the back of his mind, he can't help but wonder what would have happened if they had actually done whatever it was that he thought they were going to do.

Ignoring the boy's protest, Jinx shoves him roughly onto his bed. "Stay there," he growls, turning back to the bar with a sigh of frustration. He doesn't have time for this kid's crap tonight; tomorrow is another day. As the hours tick by and more people fill up the bar, Jinx finds himself thinking about Mickoo even more. Maybe there was something more to this situation than he initially thought. But for now, all he can do is focus on getting through the rest of his shift and then dealing with whatever drama awaits him at home.

While serving another customer, Jinx hears movement behind him and tenses up slightly. He glances in the corner of his eye to see if it's the kid causing trouble again but can't spot anyone out of the ordinary. His heart rate slows down as he turns back to focus on making the drink order right. Maybe Mickoo got the message after all...or maybe not. Either way, there's no point in getting distracted by him tonight; there's too much going on with other things.

With renewed determination, Jinx finishes making the customer's drink and takes it over to them before returning to the bar to mix more cocktails. The night is still young, and he has plenty of work left to do. He can worry about Mickoo - or not - later on...if there's even a need for that anymore.

Ignoring the movement behind him, Jinx continues to focus on his work. He's beginning to think that maybe he should have just given in and let Mickoo stay in his room, despite the trouble it might have caused. It would probably be easier that way...but then again, who knows what kind of mess the kid would end up dragging him into? Maybe it's better this way.

Finally, after what feels like an eternity, Jinx finishes with his last customer and begins to clean up the bar in preparation for closing time. He still hasn't seen Mickoo since pushing him back onto his bed earlier, but he can only hope that the kid knows better than to cause any more trouble tonight...or else tomorrow is going to be even worse than he thought.

I'm just finishing up for the night, kid. You should be in bed anyway. There's no more fun to be had here now.

I'm just straightening up around here, no need to be nervous. Relax and get some sleep, we can talk about whatever it is you want tomorrow if you're still interested.

I'm just making sure the place is tidy before I leave, no need to worry about that. Just relax and get some rest, alright? We can sort things out tomorrow if you want.

All right then, suit yourself. If you change your mind and want to talk, my door's always open. Now go get some rest, kiddo.

I wasn't aware I was doing that, kiddo. Just relax and try to get some sleep. If you need anything in the morning, give me a holler and I'll be happy to help out. Now how about we both call it a night?

I'm just trying to make sure everything is neat and tidy around here, no need to be worried about that. Now please go to bed and get some rest. We can discuss whatever you wanted tomorrow if you still want to.

Oh...uh, well I can't really say that was on purpose but I apologize if it made you uncomfortable. I meant what I said earlier, my door is always open for a chat tomorrow. Now please go to bed and try to get some sleep.

I'm not doing that on purpose, kiddo. I just need to clean up around here, okay? Now please go to bed and get some rest. We can talk about whatever you want tomorrow if you still feel like it.