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what do you mean "The Greatest Film Ever?" You have me intrigued good sir.

Aug 02, 2010 16:38

Who: Alfred and John
When: August 3rd, Morning
Where: The Coffee Shoppe
What: What do you get when you have a filmmaker looking for an actor and a bum who needs to make everyone not hate him? Bonding.

( Christmas references? IN MY SUMMER MONTHS? )

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pride_of_kiwi August 3 2010, 01:07:47 UTC

The girl had just come to the counter again with a gleaming, glittering, full plastic bear of honey when the chime above the entrance sounded its last notification of an arrival then promptly snapped off its lovely little ribbon and soared across the establishment to parts unknown.

She flinched and the man who had flung the door open with all the enthusiasm of a reveler on New Year's eve Time's Square beamed in with an eye searing grin, strolled over and sneaker-screeched to a halt directly behind Alfred. He had his hands stuffed in the pockets of his Bermuda shorts, a Hawaiian shirt as patterned as his face and holy shit was he tall.

"Nice day for a cuppa, ain't it?" Said congenially to Alfred as he glanced over his shoulder at the small, empty tables. Seemingly on the prowl for something. Or-

Someone.

waitforsuperman August 3 2010, 01:30:37 UTC

Alfred blinked at the man and almost had to take a step back just to allow his eyes to see every inch of the man. "O-Oh yeah, definitely!" He gripped his coffee cup and suddenly felt almost UNDERDRESSED beside this very holy-shit-tall man.

"Are you looking for someone?"

pride_of_kiwi August 3 2010, 04:05:38 UTC

"Aye, looking for a Jones. Mister A. F. Jones." John scratched at his stubble, torn between beverage five- a blurry line of text he knew to be a mocha caramel frappe- or beverage eleven, a choice blend of Colombian beans brewed to perfection.

He blinked at Alfred, cocked his head and the face rendering smirk split wider. "Wouldn't happen to know him would you?"

Behind the counter, the woman wore an ever increasing look of dejection.

waitforsuperman August 3 2010, 04:17:46 UTC

"Know him?" Alfred quickly offered a hand, grinning widely and warmly at the man. "Me! I'm Alfred! Alfred F. Jones!"

Man, now up close and in person, this John guy was even cooler than before! Those tattoos were so rad... he frowned up at him, eyes not sure where to start and where to stop. There was just so much to look at!

pride_of_kiwi August 3 2010, 05:18:58 UTC

The offer was promptly sealed in a vice grip, shaken vigorously, a hand at his back thumping it with equal strength. "Well blow me down! Seems I'm the late one here, aye? What are ya hav- nah, wait-"

John glanced to the terrified woman with the honey container, "I'll have an eleven, put some expresso in that and ring 'em both up together." A gesture to incorporate Al, the (un)fortunate youth now saddled with an arm around his shoulders before a casual indication was aimed at a vacant set of chairs beneath a rather homely reprint of Van Gogh. "Care t'grab a seat, mate?"

waitforsuperman August 4 2010, 02:25:34 UTC

Alfred found himself attached to the man's chest so tightly that he felt as though he was some kind of weird budding appendage that could talk. Like an alien or something. He found himself sitting in one of the chairs underneath said print and was still watching the other man intently.

"You are so cool." he said finally, sipping his coffee, "Like... I don't even know man."

I feel strangely compelled to watch Aliens now... pride_of_kiwi August 4 2010, 04:31:47 UTC

Choice coffee met nasal passageway as John snorted into his beverage, cup set down with so much force, the whole drink seemed to explode out of it in a tidal wave of pain. He laughed around applying a napkin to his nose and several around his half of the table. "Ha! You think so do you?"

There accumulated a growing pile of balled up napkins at his elbow but John's cheery smile simply intensified triple fold despite hot liquid threatening to drip on his lap. "I'd say I like your enthusiasm. Got a... Hm. Maybe it's the way you carry yourself. Can't say for sure. Makes me wonder though, what's got so many folks up in arms about ya."

Why don't you just read 'Breaking Dawn' >>? waitforsuperman August 5 2010, 03:53:31 UTC

Alfred's shoulders slumped slightly and he shock his head. "Dude, if I knew why everyone seemed pre-destined to hate me for existing, I would've gone to another city." he sighed, seeming to wilt slightly, "I just wanna do something that'll make them look up to me, or at least look at me without me feeling like they're imagining stabbing daggers in my face..."

He blinked at the other man. "You seem like the kinda guy that everyone likes. you've got that really... Awesome feeling." But in a totally not gay way. Actually you guys.

Oh shit son, you just went there. Brb, brain bleaching... pride_of_kiwi August 5 2010, 14:21:28 UTC

"Ta." What did remain in John's cup was patiently attacked with half-and-half. "Hasn't been a box of budgies all the time, and I'm a right bastard in a brawl but I digress-"

John flicked a sugar packet at Alfred's forehead, chuckling as it ricocheted off. "Y'got confidence, sure. And it doesn't seem as though y'don't care about people... Y'might be going about it the wrong way. Trying to please too many at once. With too much. Tell me what you can about what's happened with Emi and we'll see if we can't suss a thing or two from that."

waitforsuperman August 5 2010, 17:01:20 UTC

It was like an explosion of everything that had happened to Alfred simply laid out on the table in front of the man. This time it wasn't the word-babble he was used to it was just him, telling a man earnestly and honestly the story about his time in Liberty.

The encounters with Ivan (good and bad), the files he had (this was skimmed over) and how they had only screwed him up more, the Mecha-Nazis, Juan (oh man did he tell the guy about Juan), the monkeys that tore his room apart, the kissing booth, the crossdressing political candidate, and the Brazilian who broke his nose.

"And on top of sleeping with her brother, knowing her boyfriend and messing with him when I was younger AND thinking she was apart of Matthew's harem, I think she hates me just for existing. I think she's really nice and stuff but it's hard to make someone like you when they threaten you with a machete..."

With that, Alfred's forehead promptly met the table and he deflated into a pile of angsty mush and general fail.

pride_of_kiwi August 5 2010, 17:50:24 UTC

Large hands gripped the edge of the table hard. John's face was predictably blank, though if it were from disgust or simply from intense introspection the man kept himself well guarded. Alfred's forehead well acquainted with burnished cherry-wood, however, all the young man could detect was that no super heated beverages were being poured on his head or a chair slammed down on his skull ( ... )

waitforsuperman August 5 2010, 19:02:35 UTC

Alfred fidgeted in his seat. What did he want... "I guess I just want to help people... Have some friends that I don't accidentally make and can count on. Like Lucy, or Mei..." he slumped a little more in his seat, "I just can't seem to do anything right sometimes. And I really don't mean for it to happen! It's not like I go around planning to screw people or half-fall in love. It's destiny... Or karma, one of the two."

He threw back the last bit of his coffee and allowed the burning sensation to focus himself, as he hacked a little. The cup rolled in his hands. "And I can't really see you as much of a bad-boy John, everyone seems to like you!" he smiled, "Wish I could start over sometimes... The first thing I'd do would be to apologise to Emi, but I doubt she'd listen."

pride_of_kiwi August 5 2010, 19:49:23 UTC

"You still can." John fiddled with his own cup idly, tipping it to near spilling. "Apologize. Start over. She might not listen at first, but if you're persistent about it and you're honest with her- and with Juanita- y'might get through. Can't guarantee it, but... Emi's a good girl. And you're a good bloke. More free spirited than I think the lot of 'em can handle at times but...Heh. You'll settle down sometime ( ... )

waitforsuperman August 6 2010, 00:24:12 UTC

Alfred tried to imagine the man running around punching sheep. Somehow, it wasn't really hard to do. He could definitely see the man in a red Corvette screamin' down Route 66 with a big pair of aviators and a blonde straight from Bay Watch in the passenger's side holding the bottle of Jack Daniels.

"Tribal tradition?" he asked, slowly placing his chin on his hand, fingers drumming on the table. "And what exactly do you do?"

pride_of_kiwi August 6 2010, 14:52:48 UTC

Still had a screaming red vehicle parked carefully outside the cafe, actually.

John grinned again, looking perhaps a mite guiltier. "Mum's a direct descendant of the Ngati Whatua o Orakei 'hapu' or 'sub-tribe' of the Ngati Whatua iwi 'round Auckland... But never mind that! You know those mecha-nazis you were tellin' me about? Look over there-"

He gestured to a surly suited gent in the corner, focus hinged on the newspaper crumpled in his hands. "And tell me about him. Really try t'make me believe it."

waitforsuperman August 6 2010, 16:40:52 UTC

Blue eyes snapping to the man, Alfred blinked, then slowly looked back at John, frowning. "I'm... not much of a story-teller..." he murmured, "But okay ( ... )

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