[Log] Ryuuken, Gin
Title: Charity Begins at the Gala
Characters: Ryuuken (thenakedcat), Gin (formative)
Timeline: December 23, 2002
Rating: PG
Summary: Two cynics deconstruct a society photo-op.
So far the evening had gone quite well thanks to the fact that Gin had never let his client out of grabbing range. The absence of Mr Next Congressman’s wife had pissed him off at first but he’d eventually come to the conclusion that they were probably better off without the pill-popping, vodka-inhaling hag. It wasn’t as if she’d be capable of enjoying this charity event and they had enough problems to deal with without her having a breakdown in public.
Finally, it was time for his client’s speech which allowed the publicist to take a much needed break. He was tired! There was a tense look around his eyes and his smile was on the brink of collapsing as he made his way across the room, a glass of water in his hand. He found a quiet corner at the back and leaned against the wall with a soft sigh.
Why hadn’t they turned off the goddamn Christmas songs, yet? Did they want to spend all night here? And whose stupid idea was it to make an appearance at a Christmas Charity Concert? Oh, right. His own. “Stupid fuckin’ idiot!” he muttered into his glass.
Gin should have checked his quiet corner more carefully for lurking vultures. Ryuuken had long since taken refuge there from the auditory assault of tinkling hackneyed carols...and the more literal assault of a particular randy society matron trying to foist off her phone number.
Honestly, if THIS was the reward offered to patrons of the arts, the orchestra could just fuck off and die next year. It made it feel like his act of charity was being bought off...in the tackiest, cheapest way possible. And speaking of tacky and cheap, the politician they'd brought in to give things an "official" air fit that description all too well.
The pale man who came skulking into Ryuuken's hiding place had been glued to that political hack all night. The look of faint horror on his face marked him immediately as a publicist--a breed Ryuuken greatly enjoyed messing with.
So he slid over next to the interloper and asked offhandedly, "Does your monkey-in-a-suit REALLY believe the excrement that he's spouting?"
Since Gin was still bitching at himself silently, he didn’t realise that the voice wasn’t a figment of his mind. ‘Who cares as long as the fine assembly of pillocks here do?’ he thought. It was time to quit working for individuals. A big company would be nice. Pharmaceutical industry perhaps? Or automobile industry, the zoo… The zoo?
Frowning he glanced up and found himself looking at a man with blue eyes, sharp features and a mouth that didn’t seem to smile often. Ichimaru’s frown dissolved, gave way to a friendly expression - the kind one puts one when meeting strangers. “Ya shouldn’t say mean things like that. The poor speech writer’s a good kid. If he heard you callin’ his work ‘excrement’, he’d weep bitter tears. ‘S not his fault he works for ‘n upstandin’ member of society who sometimes falls outta step with his reputation.”
The thin silver bracelet around Ryuuken's wrist tinkled against his glass as he sipped at the spiced cider, amused at the publicist's attempt to put his business face.
"I don't blame the poor speechwriter--it's to his credit that he managed to put a load of horse droppings in a box with a pretty bow. It's the claptrap in that nice box that makes me wonder."
"Charmin'." Insults on top of brain damage inducing music and babysitting a mindless... alright, monkey, who couldn't keep it in his pants? Must have been Gin's lucky day!
"There ain't many people like you out there," said he, eyes settling on Ryuuken's bracelet for a moment before they swept across the room. "All's good."
Ahhhh, so he had proof now that Gin was smarter than his client...interesting, very interesting. He followed the other man's gaze to his wrist. "Oh, I wouldn't say that we're so rare...we're often cited as being ten percent of the population. And if Kinsey is right, that's just the tip of the iceberg."
Ten percent? Tip of the iceberg? Gin forced down a snort. Ryuuken was more like the solid base of the iceberg that sunk the Titanic... Kinsey? When did Kinsey enter their conversation?
The younger man blinked when his brain connected the dots correctly and chuckled softly. "Kinsey did reasearch on how smartness encourages rude behaviour as well? Quite a versatile fella that one, eh?"
The speech would go on for at least another ten minutes so he allowed himself to relax against the wall.
"From what I've heard, he was indeed versatile, in the sack and out of it." Ryuuken had seen the amusement creep across Gin's face when he caught the joke. So this one still has a soul. Unusual in the business. Quite a magpie eye, though.
He took another sip of cider before asking, "So what deep misfortune has you working for said monkey?"
Talking Ryuuken was actually kinda refreshing despite the slightly abrasive manner. He certainly was full of funny and interesting trivia.
"I was bored," Gin replied with a small shrug and took a sip of water. "Thought I could need a challenge 'n he was the perfect candidate." He paused and tilted his head when the audience applauded quite enthusiastically. Was the monkey done already? It was too early!
"That moron!" the publicist groaned.
"Ahhhhh boredom...the deepest misfortune of them all, for the non-morons of the world." Ryuuken suppressed a laugh at the look of complete horror on Gin's face as his puppet-politico deviated from the script. "I should really let you get back to running your three-ring circus, but..." He pulled a business card out and slipped it into Gin's jacket pocket. "...just in case you ever get tired of morons."
"Appreciate it." Just as Gin fished the card out of his pocket, two very worried looking men came rushing towards him calling 'Gin' and 'Mr Ichimaru' repeatedly. "Gotta save the man from himself, I'm afraid. It's been a... pleasure, Mr Ishida," he said after checking the card and grinned.
The publicist had barely enough time to hand out one of his own cards before his two assistants more or less dragged him off.
"I salute the ten percent! Let's hope the numbers are continually growin'!" was the last he said before he vanished from sight.
Ryuuken called after, "Growth is a bit of a challenge, given that we don't breed as often." Gin Ichimaru, eh? I have a feeling our paths will cross again.
He turned away to exchange his empty glass for a full one, settling in to watch the salvage show.
Characters: Ryuuken (thenakedcat), Gin (formative)
Timeline: December 23, 2002
Rating: PG
Summary: Two cynics deconstruct a society photo-op.
So far the evening had gone quite well thanks to the fact that Gin had never let his client out of grabbing range. The absence of Mr Next Congressman’s wife had pissed him off at first but he’d eventually come to the conclusion that they were probably better off without the pill-popping, vodka-inhaling hag. It wasn’t as if she’d be capable of enjoying this charity event and they had enough problems to deal with without her having a breakdown in public.
Finally, it was time for his client’s speech which allowed the publicist to take a much needed break. He was tired! There was a tense look around his eyes and his smile was on the brink of collapsing as he made his way across the room, a glass of water in his hand. He found a quiet corner at the back and leaned against the wall with a soft sigh.
Why hadn’t they turned off the goddamn Christmas songs, yet? Did they want to spend all night here? And whose stupid idea was it to make an appearance at a Christmas Charity Concert? Oh, right. His own. “Stupid fuckin’ idiot!” he muttered into his glass.
Gin should have checked his quiet corner more carefully for lurking vultures. Ryuuken had long since taken refuge there from the auditory assault of tinkling hackneyed carols...and the more literal assault of a particular randy society matron trying to foist off her phone number.
Honestly, if THIS was the reward offered to patrons of the arts, the orchestra could just fuck off and die next year. It made it feel like his act of charity was being bought off...in the tackiest, cheapest way possible. And speaking of tacky and cheap, the politician they'd brought in to give things an "official" air fit that description all too well.
The pale man who came skulking into Ryuuken's hiding place had been glued to that political hack all night. The look of faint horror on his face marked him immediately as a publicist--a breed Ryuuken greatly enjoyed messing with.
So he slid over next to the interloper and asked offhandedly, "Does your monkey-in-a-suit REALLY believe the excrement that he's spouting?"
Since Gin was still bitching at himself silently, he didn’t realise that the voice wasn’t a figment of his mind. ‘Who cares as long as the fine assembly of pillocks here do?’ he thought. It was time to quit working for individuals. A big company would be nice. Pharmaceutical industry perhaps? Or automobile industry, the zoo… The zoo?
Frowning he glanced up and found himself looking at a man with blue eyes, sharp features and a mouth that didn’t seem to smile often. Ichimaru’s frown dissolved, gave way to a friendly expression - the kind one puts one when meeting strangers. “Ya shouldn’t say mean things like that. The poor speech writer’s a good kid. If he heard you callin’ his work ‘excrement’, he’d weep bitter tears. ‘S not his fault he works for ‘n upstandin’ member of society who sometimes falls outta step with his reputation.”
The thin silver bracelet around Ryuuken's wrist tinkled against his glass as he sipped at the spiced cider, amused at the publicist's attempt to put his business face.
"I don't blame the poor speechwriter--it's to his credit that he managed to put a load of horse droppings in a box with a pretty bow. It's the claptrap in that nice box that makes me wonder."
"Charmin'." Insults on top of brain damage inducing music and babysitting a mindless... alright, monkey, who couldn't keep it in his pants? Must have been Gin's lucky day!
"There ain't many people like you out there," said he, eyes settling on Ryuuken's bracelet for a moment before they swept across the room. "All's good."
Ahhhh, so he had proof now that Gin was smarter than his client...interesting, very interesting. He followed the other man's gaze to his wrist. "Oh, I wouldn't say that we're so rare...we're often cited as being ten percent of the population. And if Kinsey is right, that's just the tip of the iceberg."
Ten percent? Tip of the iceberg? Gin forced down a snort. Ryuuken was more like the solid base of the iceberg that sunk the Titanic... Kinsey? When did Kinsey enter their conversation?
The younger man blinked when his brain connected the dots correctly and chuckled softly. "Kinsey did reasearch on how smartness encourages rude behaviour as well? Quite a versatile fella that one, eh?"
The speech would go on for at least another ten minutes so he allowed himself to relax against the wall.
"From what I've heard, he was indeed versatile, in the sack and out of it." Ryuuken had seen the amusement creep across Gin's face when he caught the joke. So this one still has a soul. Unusual in the business. Quite a magpie eye, though.
He took another sip of cider before asking, "So what deep misfortune has you working for said monkey?"
Talking Ryuuken was actually kinda refreshing despite the slightly abrasive manner. He certainly was full of funny and interesting trivia.
"I was bored," Gin replied with a small shrug and took a sip of water. "Thought I could need a challenge 'n he was the perfect candidate." He paused and tilted his head when the audience applauded quite enthusiastically. Was the monkey done already? It was too early!
"That moron!" the publicist groaned.
"Ahhhhh boredom...the deepest misfortune of them all, for the non-morons of the world." Ryuuken suppressed a laugh at the look of complete horror on Gin's face as his puppet-politico deviated from the script. "I should really let you get back to running your three-ring circus, but..." He pulled a business card out and slipped it into Gin's jacket pocket. "...just in case you ever get tired of morons."
"Appreciate it." Just as Gin fished the card out of his pocket, two very worried looking men came rushing towards him calling 'Gin' and 'Mr Ichimaru' repeatedly. "Gotta save the man from himself, I'm afraid. It's been a... pleasure, Mr Ishida," he said after checking the card and grinned.
The publicist had barely enough time to hand out one of his own cards before his two assistants more or less dragged him off.
"I salute the ten percent! Let's hope the numbers are continually growin'!" was the last he said before he vanished from sight.
Ryuuken called after, "Growth is a bit of a challenge, given that we don't breed as often." Gin Ichimaru, eh? I have a feeling our paths will cross again.
He turned away to exchange his empty glass for a full one, settling in to watch the salvage show.