Glenn was seated in a chair (his legs sadly no where near the ground) at a table in the Triskele Club, drinking what looked like hot chocolate.

Yep. Hot chocolate. Marshmallows included.

His pen was shoved behind his left ear today, and his right arm had a grocery list scrawled on it. Whatever he was wearing was obscured by the monster of a coat he had on.

It was probably made for someone much taller, since it looked to be a normal sized coat; it came down to his midcalf. It seemed to engulf him. It was blackish gray, a white stripe running down the sides. A few times while sitting here, he'd been asked if he was lost.

He was not in the greatest of moods, needless to say.

Jason Wallace isn't in the greatest of moods, either, but this is because he's bored. Bpredome is a sin in Jay's book-- not much is, to tell the truth, but boredom. And he's sitting here, in the Triskele, and nothing's happening. There's no one interesting. Getting drunk alone doesn't sound entertaining and getting laid alone is too mundane. There isn't even anyone here to hit on.

That's why the lanky young fae is racking up minutes on his cell phone, talking to a friend from his old neighbourhood. Since said friend is also Fae, they're speaking their first langage, which isn't English and, in fact, isn't even human. He twitters like a bird at the cell, though honestly, there's no mistaking that disdainful tone of voice.

"{...yeah, utterly boring here, doll, most of the guys are ugly or old or cold blooded... }"his eyes range over the room, landing briefly on Glenn.

"{Or too short. Yeah. Yeah, I know. No, cute. But short.}"*

Jay's dressed for a night on the town. One has to take into consideration,t hough, the fact that Jay dresses for night on the town when going grocery shopping. His shirt's tight to his torso and full of blue stripes. On the back is printed a bright yellow duck for no apparent reason. His pants are black corduroys, but the designers cheated and made them out of a stretchy material that highlights his leg muscles. Each arm is covered halfway to the elbow in plastic jelly bracelets in many different shades, and his ears (carefully rounded by a glamour) are full of soft koosh plastic earrings. His hair, streaked with hot pink, is spiked.

*translated from a fae tongue.

Glenn froze in the act of putting the cup to his lips. Too short? It had to be him.

He glanced around until he found the voice. Now, usually he would not have done this. Usually he was in a better mood.

He muttered a few words of witchcraft, tipping the man's glass right into his lap.

Glenn laughed. Revenge was sweet.

Just like his hot chocolate.

Fae are a bit more in tune with magic than humans. Thusly, as he's leaping up and swearing in fae, he already knows it was magic and, let's see, magic probably done by the guy at the bar laughing.

He flips his phone closed and stalks over to the bar, obviously distressed about the state of his pants.

Guy couldn't have understood his fae, could he? Looks human to Jay.

"What the fuck is your problem?" he asks, in english.

"What the hell are you calling me short for?" he shot back.

Too bad he can't stand up and be menacing.

"Well, I didn't exactly expect a human to speak fae, honey, sorry for assuming" he spits back, acidly.

"Look at my pants!"

"Pants wash out," Glenn said, "and I don't speak fae, honey."

"Alcohol stains, and I was speaking fae, honey," he says, than gives Glenn a good look up and down. Well, mostly down.

"Besides, you are {too short.}" 'too short' is said in the fae tongue he'd been speaking.

If Glenn were a larger man, he would have hit Jay just then. He might have insulted him.

A small part of his also noted the man was speaking a language he shouldn't know.

"{Then buy new pants.}" Of course, he didn't realize he was speaking fae.

"{ Don't speak fae, my ass. I don't want new pants, you groundhugger. }"

Glenn paused for a minute. He had spoken another language, hadn't he?

"{I am speaking fae, aren't I?}" He cleared his throat and tried english. "{How?}" He couldn't. Glenn ignored it for the moment. He had more pressing matters here.

"{Groundhugger? At least I'm not a fairy.}" That could be taken in more than one insulting sense, here.

Oh, fickle tempers. Jay is already getting over his pants and passing into curiosity's territory.

"{ Nothing wrong with being a fairy. }" He gives the short man an enquiring look. "{ You didn't know you could speak fae? }"

How odd.

Glenn tried to be angry and say something else insulting, but all he could get out was a simple, "{No.}" He ran a hand through his hair.

"{And now I can't get english.}"

Jay gives the human an odd look. Speaking four languages as he does, he can't really get his head around not being able to switch back and forth.

"Just start speaking english," he says, in said tongue.

"{I'm not even thinking in english anymore.}" It was true. He wasn't thinking in english, but he wasn't thinking in fae, either. He wasn't sure what language it was, and now he wasn't sure whether he'd ever thought in english.

"{I can't seem to get any english out.}" Maybe it would have been better if he had just stayed in the dark.

Jay slides onto a barstool beside Gelnn, his curiosity definitely peaked.

"{What about Cantonese?}" he asks, in said language.

"{I've never studied it,}" he said, in fluent Cantonese. "{I don't know if I could.}"

He paused. "{I just did, didn't I?}"

Jay nods.

"{That's weird,}" he says, resting his head on his knuckles and watching Glenn as though waiting for him to do something else interesting.

"{What else can you speak?}"

"{What? I don't know. I didn't know I could speak this,}" he said, still in Cantonese. He didn't like this attention.

He seemed to be searching for something, and the said, "Is this english?" in heavily accented english.

"Yeah, but you've got a funny accent," Jay says, still looking at Glenn as though he's found a new toy.

Glenn struggled again, then spoke in his normal voice. "How about now?" When he stopped thinking about it, it seemed easier to switch between languages.

"It sounds normal to me, at least."

"Yeah, that sounds normal. That's cool. Do another lanuage!"

Okay, maybe he's a bit over-enthusiastic.

"Well, like what?" Glenn was just as interested in this as Jay seemed to be.

"Well, I dunno. I only speak four languages. Speak, um... speak Italian."

Glenn took a moment to think about it a minute, then said, "{Italian. No problem. I think.}" He looked at Jay. "{You can't understand me, can you?}"

"Well, that shounds italian to me, though I guess you could just be making the sounds."

Take that as a no.

He does, dropping into english much easier this time. Only his first few words were accented. "Well, I understood it."

He took a drink of his not-so-hot chocolate thoughtfully. "I wonder if this is a side effect from the witchcraft," he mumbled to himself.

"I doubt it. I've never heard of anything like that happening."

He lifts a hand and plays with his hair a bit, the gelled spikes wiggling.

"You never studied any other languages?"

"Well, I studied linguistics, but I never learned this many languages. Especially not this fluently."

He briefly wondered if this was why he always had an easy time with words and such.

"Lucky {bastard}" The casual insult is in fae. "I've had to learn my measly four languages the hard way."

"At least you don't get stuck in one of them."

"Small price to pay. I wonder how many languages you speak, huh?"

He flips his hair back. It wobbles for a moment, then resumes its former position.

"You can use it to eavesdrop on random cell phone conversations."

"Hey, you weren't exactly being quiet over there."

He wondered how many he could, as well. "I don't know. Seems it's not just human, though."

"{Yeah, I noticed,}" Jay replies, ironically.

"That's cool. You can do my languages homework for me."

"Yeah, if you pay. I have a translation business."

He scoffed. "Kind of ironic. Maybe."

"I'd find it ironic. I'm Jay, by the way. Jason Wallace."

He proffers a hand, in his usual style-- think 'victorian lady.'

"{And you are short.}"

"Glenn," he said, scowling. He took the hand and shook it. "Nothing wrong with being short." His face says otherwise.

"Hey, if you're okay with it, it's all good. Like I said, cute but short."

He grins. He doesn't think Glenn's gay, and is interested to see if this'll make him uncomfortable.

It was making him a bit uncomfortable, but he tried to hide it.

"So, um." He trailed off. What to say?

Oh, good job hiding it.

"So, um, what? You could say sorry about the pants, you know."