Jason sits, slouched low, legs wide apart. He swirls the ice in his scotch as he listens to the Penguin vividly animating a tale of a disobedient former goon. Thanks to his brother, the clowns knew the repercussions of being disobedient. So Jason doesn't really identify with the Penguin's tale, because Oswald didn't always kill his unloyal henchmen. It depended on what they did, or what mood Oswald was in that day. Jason wasn't really paying attention. His mind was reeling from the drugs he had done. If it were possible, he seemed more fucked up than he had been the night before. He didn't even do as much this time, and it wasn't intravenously.
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"...I swear, I am this close to filling him with lead..." the Penguin rambles on.
Jason's wide eyes watch the sheer energy Oswald had at the moment. He had done most of the talking all night, and Jason wonders if his mouth was even remotely dry from all the air he was sucking in with his words? Jason just nods every so often, to make it seem as he's paying attention. As if he was taking notes for a quiz at the end of the evening. His leg starts to nervously bounce as the drug effects increase.
"...He has no idea that when I snap, I snap..."
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Jason wished Oswald would take a five minute breather. Jason's eyes travel over to Frost who stood at the door, guarding them from any bottom feeders that might try to rub elbows with the Joker or the Penguin. When Oswald looks away, Jason mimes shooting out his own brains. It gets a slight smirk out of Frost. Not because he was laughing at Jason's joke, but because he wished it wasn't a joke. He would have very much liked to see Jason blow his own brains out.
"So what's with the girls J?" Oswald asks as he pours out some coke on a table. "You're being a boring host."
Jason's eyes slightly narrow, then roll. He raises his fingers and snaps. Frost internally rolls his eyes with a sigh, an walks over to Jason. He bends down so that Jason can give him some command in his ear. "Bring in some girls so one of them can shove a tongue down his throat and shut him up."
"Yes boss," Frost nods and leaves the VIP lounge.
"Here, you want another line?" Oswald holds a rolled bill out to Jason.
