Cowboy Night

[colpevole]

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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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 in a five star fucking restaurant. If either of them ever went to one. Which they wouldn't. At least not tonight.

Taking a seat at the bar, a little ways down from the center, Badou adjusted his cowboy hat so that it sat back a little farther on his head and favored Schuldig with an easy open smile. "Like the shirt," he said, cocking his head, because he could always appreciate an item of apparel that blinding. "Life been treating you all right, Schuldig?"

[colpevole]

"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.

Because sometimes his wardrobe just couldn't handle what he needed, but that wasn't the point. And at least he was always prepared for Halloween.

"Well, I've clearly secured for myself employment that both pays excellent money and allows me to respect myself all the time," he said, wryly, switching tacks as abruptly as he could without it seeming too obvious. "How're the dumpsters? Hopefully few and far between." He paused to lean over the bar, grin up at Badou's face, look him in the eye.

Schuldig always did that. It was the good eye that counted, right, and it was kind of... Tradition, you could almost call it.

[smokeeasy]

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.

It was a nice change, given all the other places Badou had seen him over the years.

"Think I've just got a thing for garbage," he said with an open smile, because right now he didn't feel like he had anything to hide, "like a magnet or something. Pay's been all right though. But man, I almost wish I could get another adultery gig-think I'd rather be taking pictures of some guy rogering his neighbor's wife than picking through their trash."