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C is for Chris.

C is also for Confused, which Chris is.

She's finished House Findings at CTU, though she breezed through it and would probably need to read it again, and is now onto Veto Power.

Chris isn't sure what's more unsettling. The complete and utter animosity her father and Jack seem to have for each other or the fact that Jack is such an arrogant brute and her father such a snide jerk.

They're almost unrecognizable as the two men she knows.

[OOC: Karen! I thought I should put up an OOM since these two need to talk. She's in Jack's room, probably curled up on the couch.]

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"Trust me, it's definitely the former."

He groans. "I take it it's not that good."

Chris breaks into a giggle. "The phrase 'primal urges' was used in an unironic fashion."

Another groan. The English major in him is cringing. "Ugh. Okay, I get the picture."

"I said it was interesting," she grins.

"Especially the book's interpretation of you and my father. I don't know how you to would ever be able to work together if you hated each other that much."

Well he's not so sure about that. Though hate might be a little strong. A very little.

"Sweetheart, I'm not sure I want to know."

She grins some more. "I think you two spent more time fighting in that book than doing something about the terrorists."

His look is slightly shifty as he takes a seat on the couch, pulling her feet into his lap. "And this is different from CTU how?"

He's only slightly kidding, really.

She notices the shiftiness but isn't sure what to make of it.

"Well, I didn't spend that much time in LA but back in NY we tried not to insult our coworkers. At least, not to their face."

"Well we didn't either. Mostly." Another shifty look and a long, uncomfortable pause. "I admit...I did once call your dad an S.O.B. over a cellphone. On the day of the CTU bombing and the nuke."

Mostly.

"So, I'm taking it the two of you didn't get along?"

He gives her a wry look. "Not really. We just had different ideas about how things should be done, though usually we just managed to deal wiht the differences to get the job done. Actually, here in the bar is probaly the best we've ever gotten along."

Chris nods, thinking about this. She opens her mouth to ask a question but thinks better of it. She's not sure if she wants to know the answer.

"How was your run?"

It'd be hard for him not to notice the subject change; not that he minds it.

"Good," he says with a slight smile. He stretches his legs a little so the muscles don't stiffen up. "Cold, too; it's getting chillier every day."

"I noticed. I went to take Coco out for a walk earlier." Coco, by the way, is asleep in her lap. "Poor little thing could barely take the cold."

"Maybe you should ask Bar for a sweater for him," he says with a teasing grin.

Like he'd be caught dead walking a dog wearing a sweater.

Like he'd get a say in this.

"She had one on," Chris says dryly.

He gives her an exaggerated pitiful look.

"Please tell me it wasn't Christmas-themed?"

Chris smile broadly.

"The bar gave it to me." So you know it's evil right there. "It's white with little candy canes all over it. Maybe I should ask for a red velour one with white trim. A matching hat?"

"Do and I'm never walking that dog again. How're people supposed to take me seriously as a member of Security?"

"It would show that you're secure in yourself."

Or whipped.

"Yeah. I'm sure Ramon would see it that way."

"Last I saw him he was hiding in the back of the bar. Pissed someone off and they turned his hair blue," she says with a smirk.

"Of all the times not to have a camera... Wish I had Abby's cameraphone then."

Chris laughs. "I wish I could buy whoever's responsible a drink."