Boardwalk [OPEN]

[nealdouglas]

"Hey Scumbag, this is your father speaking. So, it's half eleven and your two hours late so I'm taking it your not coming. Your sudden silence is duly appreciated, I love talking to your answer machine. It's the best way to communicate... so stay hydrated and don't forget if your going to play in the rain- wear a raincoat. Oh, now you're talking to me... I am not embarrassing." Walking along the boardwalk, Neal cradled the phone to his ear holding up a hand as he pointed and ordered a familiar Siren Cove delicacy. Sliding a couple couple of bills out of his wallet, he offered them before taking the cone of fried pickles along with him. "Do you have a girl there? Do you have a boy? You know you can tell me I love you no matter which way you want to swim in the stream. Yes, that was an awful salmon analogy I know."

Neal leaned against the railing, staring out at the water and making a face as he chewed on the crisp end of a fried pickle. Glancing down he half expected his kid to be there, looking up at him with those big, sad eyes. Reaching out he let his hand fall away at the memory of fine hair between his fingertips, his kid looked like his mother which was a blessing to him. He didn't think he'd ever twigged or ever realised why he ever took such an interest in his mother's affairs or more importantly in his.

"What? Oh, no just thinking. I do, do that occasionally you know. So, do you want to meet for lunch later this week?" Neal waited for his son's negative reply, one of the only good things he's ever done in this world and half the time he was sure Killian didn't want to be seen with him. He could hardly blame him, his mother was a smart and sensible woman unlike his dad- unlike Neal. One kid who didn't care if he existed and the other one who didn't know he existed. "No, I get it. You're busy. Okay, okay... so I'll see you soon. Yeah... love you... kiddo. And he hung up. Great."

Crunching on the pickles he sighed and brushed his fingertips against the railing, running a hand through his hair thoughtfully. How'd he manage to fuck up his life this much that his kid didn't even want to spend time with him on a Sunday?

"Fuck," Neal swore, looking at his pickles. Who the hell was he going to share these with now?


[OOC: Catch Neal out on the boardwalk or heading back towards town.]

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[bachjones]

With his guitar on his back, Bach crossed the boardwalk a few times before he found someone willing to buy him some food.

The woman had - with some regret - said that she had to go to work, so Bach was now working his way through churros and waffles by himself. Which he didn't mind, especially because the combination was surprisingly nice. He should only have asked for a drink as well, because this stuff was sweet.

[nealdouglas]

"I'd offer to buy you a drink but I doubt you need my help getting one of those." Neal drawled, glancing across at the- siren- had to be a siren. No one that ridiculous looking, except himself of course, could ever get a woman to fall over themselves to help them that quickly. "You're... name's on the tip of my tongue."

[bachjones]

"You don't know me."

Bach looked from his food to the guy. He rather had younger over older. "But sure, you can get me a drink, sir. It saves me a walk."

[nealdouglas]

"Nope, seen you around town though. I like to keep my eyes and ears open." Neal drawled and raised an eyebrow at his apparent offer to buy him a drink. "I was making a comment on the charm levels. You aligned yet?"

[bachjones]

".. what?"

Of course Bach didn't get any peace of mind in this stupid town. "I did what?"

[nealdouglas]

"You're a siren, right?" Neal asked, looking confused at the state of the poor guy's face. He looked about his son's age, maybe a little older- maybe a little younger. He'd always looked out for signs in Le- his son that he was like him but he had never showed any. Apart from his amazing taste and talent in women that is but that was just Douglas genes not his Siren genes. "You're not?"

[bachjones]

"How do you know that? And only half. My father, I guess, because definitely not my mother. She wouldn't have needed me for money making if she was."

Bach frowned at him. "What is it to you?"

[nealdouglas]

"A guy that can get a woman, a perfect stranger, to give him money and look at him like that? Yeah, not hard to put together kid." Neal drawled with a small smile. The frown that the guy gives Neal, makes him hold his hand up. "Besides it's like looking at my kiddo, he's half too. Very good with women, better than his dad for sure."

Except Neal wasn't talking about Killian at all.

[bachjones]

"Siren fathers." He took another bite. "My favorite subject. What did you say your name was again?"

[nealdouglas]

"You say that like it's a bad thing," Neal replied, looking at the guy a little more carefully. Nah, he'd know about one more kid. He'd been pretty careful after the first surprise kid and the careful evasions of his mother. "Neal Douglas. Charmed to meet you."

[bachjones]

"I'm sure it is and will be, for me. But don't feel bad about that, siren daddy."

Bach gave him an once-over. "Bach Jones, it's all your pleasure", he winked.