[for Hook] get with the times

[thisevilhand]

Lindsey had spent yet another day at the library, nominally studying for the bar, but mostly trying to find some sort of sign, however small, of the Senior Partners' influence in Darrow, or barring that, something he could use to make a way out and back to his dimension. The only part he'd been successful at was the legal studies.

He'd been in Darrow going on two months, and still wasn't any closer to getting out or uncovering the Senior Partners' plans for him. He had plans, damn it, and he damn well wanted to get back to 'em.

But since it didn't look like that was going to happen tonight, what he wanted was a drink. Several would be good. He could've just gone down to whatever bar matched his mood, but no. He didn't feel much like drinking alone tonight, which was strange enough on its own. And it wasn't a night for a random hook-up. Somehow he'd wound up with something close to a friend in this place, which was why he was hauling his ass down to Ocean View in search of a drinking buddy.

He knocked on the door, barely waiting for it to open before saying, "It'd be a helluva lot easier meetin' up for drinks if you used your damn phone, Jones."

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[itsapirateslife]

Hook had plans that the city was interrupting as well but so far, his search to find a way back to Storybrooke or the Enchanted Forest had come up with nothing. It was getting frustrating and he refused to resign himself to being stuck in this world. He was almost desperate to start stalking hat shops.

When he came to the door, it was just in his breeches and shirt sleeves, his coat hung up and leather vest and foots in his bed room. A book on modern boats was under his arm and through the door, a bottle of wine could be seen on the living room table. While Neil had shown him how to use the TV, he found the entertainment rather boring actually.

"Pardon me, Mr. McDonald, but I don't even know what you mean." His smirk spoke otherwise. He knew which device the phone was, he just didn't have the patience to figure out how to use it. "Do come in, won't you?" he asked, painfully polite.