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[It's interesting that Wesker wants to drink badly enough that he'd go out of his way to text Jaeger, but it's not like Jaeger's complaining. He doesn't mind Wesker's company any and he certainly doesn't mind drinking, so it'll probably be a rather relaxed evening in which he stays mostly sober and pours Wesker enough to really get him talking.

Because honestly, there has to be a reason behind this. His boyfriend probably broke up with him or something.

The door will be unlocked when you get there; Jaeger's not too far away so he'll hear it when you come in.]

Well, well! Isn't this a surprise! I wasn't planning on taking you out drinking for another week or so, but you've beat me to the punch! I'm almost disappointed we're not actually going out, but I suppose this is fine too!

[Come on in, make yourself at home. Please don't sit on his chairs like you've never interacted with furniture before.]

[He's awkward, Jaeger, don't judge his lifestyle.]

I'm not interested in being around most people today.

[Some things never change, it looks like.]

Although you have me wondering what you had planned for next week - not that I'm altogether certain I want to know that badly.

Oh, no solid plans just yet. Though I was thinking about dragging you back to that one bar we visited last time...

[Anyway, he'll motion for Wesker to follow him into the study. There are comfortable chairs here and more importantly, that's where he's got his alcohol set out.]

So I take it you're not here to celebrate or talk about what's troubling you tonight?

[Jaeger...]

I take it you aren't going to listen if I tell you nothing is troubling me.

Of course not. But I know better than to think I'll get an answer if I press too hard!

[He gestures to the collection of alcohol. Help yourself, buddy.]

[...As much as he is here for consuming approximately half of Jaeger's collection of scotch tonight, he will try to refrain.

He knows the routine by now, though, and he doesn't hesitate before pouring himself something and just...trying to settle a bit.]

I suppose I appreciate your doing this on short notice. Not that I expected otherwise.

[...Given that you tend to just. drag him places with no warning.]

You're very lucky I wasn't busy tonight!

[hahahaha who are we kidding, he's almost never busy at night, his life is just as depressingly lonely as yours is!!]

But you're welcome anyway~!

[God, you are the most annoying man on the planet.]

Yes, well. I suppose the potential for distraction struck me as a good thing.

[...This scotch is going to be gone so fast.]

[He lives to serve~! Except not really, you can fill your own glass.]

Ja, understandable! I'm very good at distractions, if I do say so myself!

Did you find anything else out about that...weapon of yours?

[You know, the five-in-one deathscythe supreme.]

Only that it's entirely too heavy to lift, so it's staying in the shop for now. I don't want to be caught trying to sell that thing!

[And also it's his now, thanks Retrospec...???]

...I see.

[Hm.]

Do you want to sell it?

[...wow, don't call him out like this.]

Not particularly. It's an interesting weapon and Retrospec must have left it to me for some reason.

...It feels like it's yours.

[It isn't precisely a question.]

[...]

Ja, it does. Did you receive something from them too...?

I did. A few days before I came to see you in your shop.

[He's got it with him, because of course he does; he will just be setting his drink down for a second for the sake of pulling out a massive fuckoff combat knife with a serrated edge on it, the initials S.T.A.R.S. engraved into the blade itself, and some weirdass insignia near the hilt.

...He'll set it on the table, you can take it to look at if you want. And proceed to pick up his damn drink again.]

You've seen your share of odd things. I don't suppose you recognize that?

[Jaeger picks it up carefully, turning it this way and and that as he examines it.]

No, I don't. It's an interesting piece, though! I don't recognize that insignia at all, do you?

[He doubts it. Because this is Retrospec and they're a pain in the ass like that.]

No. Nor do I understand why I would be receiving something apparently issued by some sort of police department - I've never any interest in law enforcement in my life.

Hmm. I'm sure there's a reason behind it, but I can't say what it could be.

[He'll set the knife back down on the table and shrug.]

At least, I'm hoping there's some kind of secret method to their madness! If there isn't, I don't know what I'll do.

To hear the others talk, it has something to do with past lives.

[...However, we're going to abandon that line of thought with a good several few moments of silence and more alcohol, um.]

I'm not entirely certain how much I believe that, however. Just on principle, it's patently ridiculous.

[More alcohol is always the answer.]

Mm, agreed. It sounds so ridiculous, doesn't it? Past lives... hah.

[He doesn't sound very amused, though.]

...Don't tell me you've been considering that as well.

[come on buddy don't do this to him]

It's not something I'm putting that much thought into, don't worry!

[He holds up a hand and laughs, this time it sounds closer to genuine.]

But it's something I haven't dismissed entirely, if you want me to be perfectly honest. I'm not sure what to make of any of this.

I'm a man of science, Jaeger. I'm not going to put much stock into all of this new-age reincarnation...whatnot without any sort of proof.

Of course not. And I certainly don't blame you for that! But I can't dismiss it quite as easily.

[If only because it's easier to hold onto something.]

Anyway... Are you going to tell me what happened to cause you to seek me out tonight?

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