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Cowboy Night

Apr 23, 2008 15:41

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 ( Read more... )

shagojyo, kristoph gavin, brad crawford, peter petrelli, guy cecil, adam monroe, elle bishop, dean winchester, tifa lockhart, cagalia, kurama/shuuichi, lenalee lee, aeris gainsborough, schuldig, claire bennet

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9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] colpevole April 23 2008, 19:42:21 UTC

Schuldig was still setting up. So few people in Reggio Calabria ever came to this sort of join before at least 10, and that was pretty fucking early at that, but Schuldig and Axel still had to prepare for the occasional early bird who thought he was going to catch the bird.

A friend, maybe, or some loner who wanted to talk. Someone looking for information; to make a deal; to get drunk.

The sound of their boots clacking across the hard floor beat out the time to Patsy. Schuldig, personally, was expecting a few people-if they didn't show, he'd be pissed-and he was looking forward to Cowboy Night as an institution. He was also looking forward to shaking it like a Polaroid picture, but that was another story entirely, and for a time when more customers showed.

smokeeasy April 23 2008, 21:24:16 UTC

As weeks went, Badou's had been…well, not the worst. Hadn't had any guns pointed in his face this week, after all. Hadn't had the crap beaten out of him by someone who found him snooping outside their back window. Hadn't fallen off of any buildings.

He had, however, found himself in close proximity with the interior of several of the city's dumpsters on a few more occasions than he would have preferred. Badou hated dumpster duty, but you could get a lot of dirt on someone by sifting through their dirt. It was just afterwards-coming home smelling like their dirt-that he really couldn't stomach ( ... )

colpevole April 23 2008, 21:40:09 UTC

Whatever. Schuldig didn't judge. He was wearing--no joke--the world's most fucking hideous cowboy shirt in existence. No fringe, of course, but it was pretty fucking ugly all the same, in that irreverent way some people wore ugly, to make a statement that they didn't care. It was vintage okay? And by vintage, he meant from about twenty years ago, but that seemed like a long time to Schuldig anyway. Real vintage you just couldn't get anymore, unless you had money, and would Schuldig actually be working if he had money ( ... )

smokeeasy April 24 2008, 04:03:02 UTC

Open secret, one of many between the two of them: Schuldig could borrow anything in Badou's closet. Hell he could go ahead and borrow anything in Badou's fucking life and Badou would hardly bat an eye. And this coming from a guy who never gave anything away. But Schuldig was…well, he was Schuldig. It wasn't even like "Schuldig was special" because "special" would just cheapen it.

"Thought you might like it," he smiled, fringe swinging as he lifted his hand to the cigarette between his lips and then headed over to the bar.

He took a good long look at his friend-it wouldn't matter what you dressed him in, Badou thought hardly for the first time, there was nothing on earth that Schuldig couldn't pull off with style. Wasn't that what they said about…hell, Andy Warhol wasn't it? One of those famous artists from the old world Before Revelations who ate salad with his fingers and was just so fucking confident about it that no one even looked at him weird. Anyway, whoever. Point was, Schuldig could have done it. Ate salad with his fingers ( ... )

colpevole April 24 2008, 04:25:28 UTC

"Well, you know, I've got a job that's not..." Schuldig paused, snorted, and offered the crooked half of a smile. It wasn't like he didn't like doing the porn. Because really, he had. That was just because he was lucky, and he knew it, and anyway they didn't talk about that stuff Schuldig had done while they were separated, while they didn't even know if they'd see each other again. It was kind of a sore spot, right, and you could only go around picking some of your scabs without having to worry about making scars. Scars weren't good for business, and talking about Schuldig's colorful resume wasn't good for them.

It was just a feeling that he got.

He'd made damn sure to keep himself sectioned off from Badou's thoughts-in fact, there were two people in the world whose thoughts he purposefully distanced himself from, and one of them was sitting right here, wearing an amazing jacket with fringe, and wearing the gag cowboy hat that Schuldig had gotten him, on a whim, while stopping at a costume shop for something else ( ... )

smokeeasy April 25 2008, 00:31:53 UTC

Badou drew a long deep drag on his cigarette, favored Schuldig with a grin, then turned his head a little and exhaled two clean gray smoke rings, followed by a wispy not-quite-distinct third. He'd been working on this trick, and man he'd had no idea it would be so hard to do. So he was proud of it. And Schuldig was the first one he was showing. Because Schuldig would appreciate it.

This wasn't the first time he's been into the Warrior Princess, but it was one of the few when he'd managed to beat even the first wave of the night crowd. It always struck him-but especially when the joint was like this, on the lee side of weekend-night-life and you could actually see beyond the haze of smoke and all the bodies when it got to be standing-room-only-that Schuldig really seemed to fit with this place. Not like he could ever quite put his finger on why, but Badou loved coming to the Warrior Princess, not just because Schuldig was here but because he seemed to belong here ( ... )

Re: 9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] espressojones April 23 2008, 21:28:04 UTC

Ianto had never been much for the party life, even before Lisa had died. He preferred the distance of sarcasm, and it was hard to block an unexpected parry in the bright lights and bassline thud of a bar. Strangers made him flustered; he preferred to watch, to know, to stay one trick ahead.

Still, he thought, he could show his face. Put in for the office bees. A drink or two early in the day wouldn't hurt.

(He wasn't the type to switch off. The job wasn't all-encompassing, but it was too deep in his veins for him to forgive and forget. He'd keep a hand over his glass and an ear out for words to pass on, pass up, or perhaps keep to himself for a while.)

He breathed in, braced, and put on his smile.

Re: 9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] colpevole April 23 2008, 22:36:53 UTC

From behind the bar, Schuldig tipped his hat and caught the new customer's gaze. He looked straight-laced, so that could either mean he was going to go hog fucking wild tonight, or sit there nursing the same drink while Schuldig grew old and died.

Either way, business was business. Schuldig just hoped he'd tip, you know?

Re: 9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] inthecenterfold April 23 2008, 21:50:51 UTC

On any other night, Gojyo would be patrolling the streets, checking in with his kids, making sure they were at the right spot that evening - they had to switch it up every once in awhile, right? - but tonight was special. Tonight, he needed his kids all in one spot and that spot was The Warrior Princess.

"Now, don't go askin' fer free drinks," he reminded them, "This is about makin' yer Johns buy those damn drinks. If things get real desperate, I'll buy us all a round - hell, I'll do it if eachuvya get a drink'r two bought fer ya'." So, ten pretty gals an' two handsome fellas in tow, Gojyo left his apartment ( ... )

Re: 9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] colpevole April 23 2008, 22:29:25 UTC

Well, shit. This was a little awkward.

Not that he wasn't glad to see Gojyo. Because of course he was glad to see Gojyo. This was fucking Cowboy Night, okay, and one of the main reasons there even was a cowboy night was because of Gojyo in the first place!

But then there was also some stuff that made this difficult.

Number one: he was hanging there with Badou and he was flirting.

Number two: that whole nurse thing.

Number three: that whole nurse thing.

Number four: the aftermath of that whole nurse thing.

Number five: that whole. fucking. nurse. thing.

And shit, did he really need to enumerate further? Because right now just thinking about it was making him uncomfortable, and for the first time in his life, Schuldig didn't know whether to lift one hand up and shout yeehaw or, whatever, maybe play it cool. He didn't play it cool with Gojyo. There were few people in his life he could be like that with, and what did it mean to fuck it all up? He was fucking it all up already just by doing nothing ( ... )

Re: 9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] smokeeasy April 24 2008, 02:41:55 UTC

Still seated at the bar, finger absently playing around the rim of the half-full glass before him, Badou had been watching Schuldig without, you know, really watching him. His focus kept flitting in and out between the bar and a nowhere that was mostly just the inside of his head. They'd managed to pace out their conversation-nothing heavy, of course-so that they could drop a few words here and there, between customers and drink orders coming in, and it worked.

Badou knew this routine, and he definitely didn't expect to be the center of Schuldig's attention after all. He didn't need to be the center of anyone's attention, really. Including his own. And he was totally content to be left to his own devices, comfortably quiet with his drink and his cig.

But he was still tuned in. And, shit, even if he hadn't been, he wouldn't have been able to miss that sudden a shift in the energy. It was like the temperature had just dropped by about fifteen degrees, or someone had added a shot of lead into the damn air or something. Badou took a ( ... )

Re: 9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] inthecenterfold April 24 2008, 03:24:55 UTC

Well, time to play it cool. Schu needed cheering up. Or something. Which Gojyo thought he'd done the other night, but apparently not.

Which is why he decided against making a beeline for the bar, but rather moseying over by winding his way past three of his kids first - the real go-getters who already had guys attached to their hips - before finally reaching the bar.

He found an empty spot towards the far end of the counter, where there was only one other guy sitting - a redhead by chance - and leaned his right elbow on the counter, beckoning casually with the other hand.

"Excuse me, bartender... But I believe that I have a tab I need to clear up before I'm allowed to start a new one for the night? ♥"

Re: 9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] colpevole April 24 2008, 03:39:07 UTC

Schuldig couldn't help but grin, wiping the inside of a glass before he did a little fancy flipwork-hell, he'd gone to all the classes and he'd actually paid attention, mostly because this sort of shit looked cool and looking cool was the name of the game-to get the glass into the sink.

And he had people to perform for, after all.

If he was Schuldig the bartender and not Schuldig the...whatever, friend, then performing shouldn't be a problem. He slipped into the skin easy enough, and then he was pouring Gojyo a beer, slapping down a coaster and making sure there was just the right amount of head. That was an important detail and the sign of a true professional.

Schuldig and giving head: it was the name of his professional game, one way or another, and had been ever since he'd started working. Pretty funny.

"Yeah," he said, "well, fucking pay up, man, or it's gonna come out of my pocket." He even tapped his pocket, the back one with his cell sticking out of it, for effect. They'd both know what he was doing-Badou and Gojyo; it ( ... )

Re: 9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] inthecenterfold April 24 2008, 06:08:45 UTC

Okay so Schu was going to make him go over to him, he could work with that. At least Schu was being playful again... that was a good sign, except that it was the super-over-the-top stuff that was definitely all that Schu really did while he was working ( ... )

Re: 9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] colpevole April 24 2008, 18:21:10 UTC

It was for the best that they were dealing with this in the bar, because at least then, the whole act he had going for him wouldn't be so fucking obvious. It was still obvious, especially for anyone who knew him well-all two of the people who did; all two of whom were sitting right fucking here-but there was being obvious and then there was being obvious. Just sit down, have a couple of drinks, let Schuldig act like a cowboy. He was on tonight, after all. Had to be, serving drinks and on his feet and flirting with people who didn't flirt back just in the hopes that someone would be generous and he could treat himself to something nice, or, you know, pay the fucking rent ( ... )

Re: 9:30 PM [THE GREATEST HITS OF PATSY CLINE. ALSO, PATSY MONTANA FOR A CERTAIN SOMEONE.] smokeeasy April 24 2008, 19:43:45 UTC

Badou tried so fucking hard not to watch. Because, shit, it wasn't his business. Who Schuldig kissed, or where he decided to do it, or what kind of games he played or acts he scripted as part of the performance that raked in the tips-that was just life, just making money, getting the job done. And Badou wasn't the kind of guy to be prudish or moralistic. He'd known for a long time about the kind of work that Schuldig had gotten into, and ok, maybe he didn't want to watch it, but it's not like he was going to get all morally outraged.

That wasn't what bothered him. What bothered him was the totally unshakable sense that there was something else, something besides business that was making Schuldig put on this much of a show. Because this wasn't simply what he always did: it was fucking amped up. High stakes. And not in a way that had to do with open bar tabs, either ( ... )

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