WHO: Schuldig (
colpevole) ; Axel (
fireveins) ; those who show up (full list to come!)
WHAT: Cowboy Night!
WHERE: The Warrior Princess
WHEN: Friday night
WELCOME TO THE WARRIOR PRINCESS.
[ooc: Hey guys! This is an open thread, and the reason I'm putting it up now is so that everyone who wants to participate will have a chance to do so at their leisure, and work
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And hell, there had to be some kind of competition when it came to dancing. Most of the time, a dance like that...it was for everybody else. It was just what Schuldig assumed, right, and it was why he was playing it up, and why Gojyo was playing it up, and why they were both breathing so hard and so quick right now.
So the slow song was a real change of place, and he was glad for the steady progression. If mood changed too sudden, you could find yourself mid-grind as the beat slipped. And that was the mark of a shitty DJ. Which-well, like Schuldig would allow that here, right? And certainly not for fucking Cowboy Night, which was important for all kinds of reasons, and one of them only Gojyo was privy to.
Schuldig slipped his arms around Gojyo's shoulders, almost-and maybe more than almost-glad for the moment of privacy. However private this sort of thing could be, but... Well. Relatively, anyway.
"Hey. The fuck are you apologizing for?" He was honestly surprised, eyes a little soft. "Don't even. You so don't have to, you know that, right?" After a moment's pause, he ran his fingers through Gojyo's hair, half-reassuring, half-fond. "Whatever. Really."
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He was still close to Schuldig and glad he was, because he shut his eyes just then and continued the thought silently as his hands subconsciously gripped just a little tighter. I thought I'd lost ... your friendship, your presence, your energy, you.
It had been... scary, really. For eleven years Gojyo had known nothing of discomfort. Then, from the time he waseleven until age eighteen, the whole world flipped on its head and was forever changing around him - first was how to stay alive, then where to live and which job to hold. No more friendships, no more family, no more church, no partner to work alongside for more than a one shot deal.
Now, four years later, something, someone was still around.
Except they almost weren't; Gojyo had panicked, thought - crazy as it was - that a little spat like that might somehow lead to the loss of an entire friendship.
"Sor- Okay, I won't say it anymore. Geez. I just... feel like an idiot, okay? And I wanted to make up for that. So... I guess call it even."
All the while, Gojyo's hands had been on the move like they had a mind of their own... only it wasn't anything 'naughty' this time; they made their way slowly up Schuldig's back, pulling them both closer as the hands pressed flat against Schuldig's shoulderblades.
To the naked eye... it would almost seem like they were...
Hugging.
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He gave it the boot, filed it away for later or, he hoped, never again. Instead, he was quiet for a little while longer, just swaying with the rhythm. Now this was the kind of song that he hoped would never end; for whatever reason, the comfort, the closeness, the easy fucking rhythm, the dancing and the companionship. Sure, the dance where you got hot and sweaty and all riled up was great, and yeah, he totally loved it, but there were two kinds of dances in this world and one of them was way rarer than the other.
And Gojyo touching him helped, soothing him along helped. When had things gotten so fucking tense between them?
That nurse, Schuldig thought, maybe she wasn't the healing type, huh? Maybe that whole doctor thing was medicine we so didn't need. But whatever. Couldn't undo what had already been done. No use crying over spilt milk. Etc. Etc. Etc. All those mantras he could stick to and just not fucking think about when things had got weird. That reason he didn't even fucking remember.
"Anyway, there's nothing to be even for," he said. "Unless the doctor is coming to repay the favor, but I'm working the late-late shift, you know, so unless he does house calls..." He laughed, a little. Nuzzled Gojyo's cheek like a cat.
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Especially at a club, there was no way for slow songs to last forever. Although, thankfully, the DJ managed to bleed it all the way out and give everybody a brief accouncement over the intercom rather than jamming it all the way back up again so soon.
"C'mon, yer friends'r waitin' - all fifty-three'a 'em." Of course Gojyo meant Badou and Curaforodi, but he could allude to the other patrons as well, who he was sure would be grateful to have their second bartender back.
With that his hands fell slowly down Schu's back until they rested on his hips again as Gojyo leaned back ever so slightly and kissed Schu on the cheek. "Always a pleasure t' dance with ya', babe." He did pull away completely then, but reached out with his right hand to lead Schu back over to the bar.
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