Apartment Above Wellspring Arms, Monday Evening

[luckywithjacks]

Faraday had an apartment!

Faraday had had an apartment for three weeks now, but he'd finally decided to clean said apartment, since it had been left vacant for a while before he took up residence. So now he was...sitting on the floor surrounded by various bottles of cleaning supplies, trying to puzzle out what they were all for. "What was wrong with soap?" he muttered to himself, squinting at the back of a bottle of Windex.

((For that one Cajun.))

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[wefindintheashes]

"Are you decent, Mr. Faraday?" Goody called, coming on into the apartment regardless.

He'd brought alcohol, he felt that granted him a pass.

[luckywithjacks]

"I am never decent, Mr. Robicheaux," Faraday said without looking up from his perusal of the bottle. What happened to good, normal ingredients like heroin? "I am, however, fully clothed."

[wefindintheashes]

"Well, I hate to drag you away from your wares," Goody said, eyeing the bottles with suspicion. "I come bearing gifts."

It was bourbon and a pillow that had a fleur de lis on it. Because he was staking his claim on part of Faraday's threadbare couch.

[luckywithjacks]

Faraday eyed the pillow. You couldn't just place your mark on Faraday's couch, Goody. That was, he would let you, but. He saw what you were doing here.

But more importantly, "Is that booze?"

[wefindintheashes]

Be glad it was just a pillow.

"I owed you for your generosity."

[luckywithjacks]

"Aw, hell, Goody, I was hardly generous." Lies. He'd let him drink his booze. For Faraday this was the height of generosity. "Just some surprisingly decent bourbon, was all."

[wefindintheashes]

"Which I would be remiss were I not supply in kind," he insisted. "Unless you were planning to drink... Windex?"

[luckywithjacks]

"The bottle says if I drink it it might kill me," Faraday said ruefully. "And I am not sure I trust that shade of blue. Apparently you need special stuff just to clean your windows with now."

[wefindintheashes]

"Did they forget how to make soap?" He lived in a hotel. Things were cleaned for him.

[luckywithjacks]

"I do wonder," Faraday said, gazing up on the plethora of chemicals before him. "Well, that's for another day, I reckon. Little dust hasn't killed me yet. Whatcha got there?"

[wefindintheashes]

"The very same variety as before," Goody said, offering it over. "I did try some 'jello shots' over the weekend, but they didn't exactly sell them at the general store."

For some reason.

[luckywithjacks]

"Well, now that sounds about as trustworthy as the Windex," Faraday said. Not that that would stop him trying them, mind you.

He reached out his hand for the bottle. "That's mighty kind of you. Have a drink with me." Since you paid for it and all.

[wefindintheashes]

"You're too kind." Because drinking alone was sad. Drinking with other people was far better.

[luckywithjacks]

While undeniably true this did not often stop Faraday from drinking alone. "Now, Goody," he said, baring his teeth, "you know that's a damn lie. Have a seat...anywhere that ain't too dusty."

[wefindintheashes]

"Some of us still have manners," Goody replied dryly. He put the pillow down before taking a seat.

And maybe looking a little amused at the dust.

[luckywithjacks]

"Weren't exactly ever the domestic sort," Faraday muttered ruefully as he opened the bottle. "You know how it is." Except without the Korean life partner.

[wefindintheashes]

Shhhh. Still a sore subject for... the rest of his life.

"The life of a vagabond."

[luckywithjacks]

Hence Faraday displaying a previously unsuspected level of tact and not bringing it up. "Doesn't seem to be an option anymore, from what I can tell."

[wefindintheashes]

"Home is far more than a mere building," Goody replied, holding out his hand for some of that fine booze.

[luckywithjacks]

Goody, were you going to get maudlin on him? You were, weren't you? Dammit, Robicheaux.

Faraday handed him the bottle. "Really couldn't tell you."

[wefindintheashes]

He was not! He was just... getting maudlin. Damn it all.

"How have you done on your smart phone," Goody said, offering the bottle back after taking a swig.

[luckywithjacks]

"Damn thing died after a day and a half," Faraday grumped. "Don't see what the point is, spending that kind of money on something that don't last any longer than that."

Look, he didn't understand electricity, never mind charging things, and you couldn't very well expect him to read the manual, could you?

[wefindintheashes]

Which was why Goody read the damned thing for his own edification. And for Faraday. That too.

He threw his hands up in the air like he was asking the good Lord for assistance here. "You have to use the cord that came with it. Like... like a telegraph wire."