November Theme Night

[poison_lipstick]

The club's VIP list wasn't all that long, so when one of them made a request - something that happened pretty infrequently, really - Saffron was happy to do what she could to fulfill it. Tony had made a request for theme night, which was why the theme this month was superheroes. Saffron knew Tony Stark was never really one to shy away from

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[captainjack]

The shield was propped against the bar and Jack leaned against the wall wearing a Captain America costume. It fit him really well, even if it did make his hair itch. Other than Surpeman, it was one of the few comic book heroes he knew. The Captain had fought the Nazis, Jack remembered that.

And he liked the Captain part.

[apoorupbringing]

Chase didn't really pay that much attention to the strippers. Under normal circumstances this would have made him sound pretty gay, but since there was a powerful male presence at the club, it actually had the opposite effect.

His various casts, splints and sutures finally off, Chase had returned to 'work' in time for theme night. He'd dressed up as The Spirit, a suit with a fedora, mask and skinny red tie, because it was as far from the realm of recognizable as he could get on very little effort.

When he saw Harkness, though, any effort to look genial and easy going and not like he was contemplating getting his hands on another bike to crash, harder this time, went out the window. He stood stock still for a while before trudging over to stand next to the older man, expression unreadable but strangely hard.

"What are you doing, man."

[captainjack]

"Playing dress up, Chase," Jack smiled, his blue eyes flashing brightly. "Though, I'm kind of starting to rethink this. It's making my hair itch. And my ears are sticking out."

[apoorupbringing]

Chase shook his head, compulsively pulling the hat off his head and raking his hand back through his canon-inaccurate blond hair.

"Shit. No, dude, you can't- this is like, blasphemy. I mean, it's Cap, that's- Captain America. You can't- You don't play dress up' as Captain fucking America. It's just... It's just wrong!"

[captainjack]

"But he's the best hero there is," Jack said. "When I was in London, one of the things the American volunteers got were comics. Superman, Bat Man, and Captain America. It was kind of a given. I've always wanted a good reason to play dress up."

[apoorupbringing]

"Listen," Chase said, frowning, "you wanna dress up like Spider-Man, that's- That's fine, people do that. Hell, you wanna strip as Spider-Man, I'm sure that's like it's own whole subculture. But that costume is- it's just- that's heavy, man." He gripped the back of his neck. It felt weird to be standing up for an Avenger, let alone the one that had shipped them off to different forms of foster care, but even when Chase had raged against the guy the most, he'd still had some sort of greater awareness that the person he was raging at was Captain America.

[captainjack]

"Yeah, but Spider Man is here and Captain America isn't," he pointed out. "This really bothers you, doesn't it?"

[apoorupbringing]

Chase was embarrassed enough by the whole thing that for a moment he just stood, eyes down, jaw working, before he looked hard at Jack.

"He's dead," he said. "Where- when- I'm from, he's dead, and he died standing up for people like me and my friends and it just- It's freaking me out and pissing me off."

[captainjack]

Jack paled a little and it was a rare thing that his tongue completely got away from him.

"He can't be dead! You can't kill Captain America!" he insisted. "He's...he's the symbol for everything right and good and true and...they killed him?"

[apoorupbringing]

Chase wanted to throw his hands up, because yeah no kidding, except that they had killed him.

"It's how the super powered civil war en- can you get it though? Why this is like, sticking in my craw like a motherfucker? It's kind of a sucker punch."

[captainjack]

It was understandable,even if it was a kick in the balls that Chase thought Jack shouldn't even dress this way in fun. Still, he stayed leaned against the wall and folded his arms.

"Yeah, I see," he said, sounding hurt a little.

"But I can't leave. I'm in charge of business," he said. "I don't suppose you'd want to run to the clothes box and see if there's something else for me?"

[apoorupbringing]

Chase felt his hackles jump up at being treated like a gopher, but a part of him that sounded like a disconcerting combination of all the girls in his life that had disappeared in the past few years tried to point out that at least the dude was offering to change.

"I- 'tch. Shit. Fine, but if I bring you back floaties and a speedo to go as Namor, you're going as fucking Namor."

[captainjack]

"I don't know who Namor is, but I look good in a speedo," Jack smiled. He reached out and laid his hand on Chase's shoulder lightly.

"Thanks, Chase. I really didn't think it would upset anyone. He's...he's a good guy, right?"

[apoorupbringing]

The muscle in Chase's shoulder jumped a little at the touch, because he wasn't used to being touched, anymore, and the only guy to regularly lay a hand on him in his life had been his father, anyway. However ineptly.

"That's the problem, Harkness," Chase said, unconsciously adjusting how the fedora sat on his head in an unconsciously noir kind of way.

"He was essentially the best."

[captainjack]

"Maybe one day I'll get you to tell me what he's like," Jack replied. He pulled his hand back and tugged the mask of the costume back off his head. His hair stuck out at crazy angles.

"One day," he repeated. "But not now."

[apoorupbringing]

"I'm the wrong person for it, but, sure, whatever," Chase said, with an appropriate level of surliness in ratio to his discomfort.

He felt inexplicably like a big girly douche.

"I'll be back," he said, then stopped and leaned over to grab the shield.

"This thing- this is fucking- trust me on this, I'm gonna put this in the fucking coat check, okay? Okay. Back in a few."