Matt Jamison - OC baby one more time - my Milliways is killing me

[mm_merky]

It seems like he's always coming in here in his pajamas.

One barefoot sex mage enters, dressed (indeed) in his old sushi boxers and CAFFEINE: fictional tour 2025 band t-shirt. Matt's hair is messier than usual, and he looks like he hasn't slept

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[leftistbeanpole]

Jordie swivels to the right on his barstool, and says, "You forgot your pants."

He is just so damn helpful.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt shoots him a sleepy glower.

"Heya, Doc."

[leftistbeanpole]

"I don't think they have rules against that, though." Helpful, and cheerful. Young whippersnappers these days, not wearing pants! What is the 'verse coming to. "So you're probably good."

[tantric_slacker]

He yawns.

"It's no shoes, no shirt, no service," he says thickly.

"So. If Bar was going to refuse me service, she'd have to've done it because I'm not wearing shoes."

His toes, currently balanced on a rung of his stool, wiggle.

[pirate_jack]

"That's no good for you, mate," Jack advises. He drums brown fingers against the bar, once and then again; rings gleam in the light.

"No good at all."

[tantric_slacker]

Matt blinks at the ... very blinged-out guy.

"Uh," he says.

Insomnia? Reading?

Tea?

"Which, what?"

[pirate_jack]

"That," Jack says, helpfully waving a hand in his general direction.

He drums the fingers of his other hand against the wood again, and looks blithely untroubled as a feisty kitten pounces from the other side of the bar and bats a paw at him.

"You've no rum in there, aye? Not good."

[tantric_slacker]

Matt laughs, a laugh which becomes somewhat more bewildered but way more delighted upon the appearance of the cat.

"Well," he says.

"I normally wouldn't be averse, but-- wait. Actually. Rum might help me sleep."

There's something medically unsound about this, he knows.

He'll have to check the internet tomorrow.

[nita_callahan]

". . . Matt?"

One mildly concerned wizard drops onto the stool next to him.

"Hey."

[tantric_slacker]

Matt is a little better at coherency by now, but not by much.

"Nita," he yawns.

"Hey. I ..."

Pause.

"I don't actually come in here wearing this shirt all the time."

[nita_callahan]

"No, I can vouch for the fact that sometimes you come in shirtless," she points out, smiling a little. "You don't look so good tonight."

[tantric_slacker]

He snorts at that, then contrives to look wounded.

"I don't look good all the time?"

[presspasskey]

Lois is distracted by the t-shirt. Finally she can't help it.

"Okay. Question. Is that really from 2025, or is the fictional part the year?"

Sometimes her curiosity gets the better of her.

[tantric_slacker]

Matt blinks.

--Hi pretty girl.

"Uh," he says, and holds up a finger.

"It is really from 2025. The tour is not fictional. Actually, the only fictional part is the word fictional."

[presspasskey]

Indeed. Pretty girl with all the right curves and legs all the way down to the floor.

(Her ex-boyfriend still comments on it.)

"Really?" She can't help it: she grins. "Okay, that's nifty, and I see some pretty neat things. You're from thenabouts?"

Yeah, she has way too much experience with weirdness.

"More importantly: what style of music?" Please let it be eighties rock revival...

[tantric_slacker]

"Thenabouts," Matt agrees, with a slight grin for the word thenabouts.

"And of course. Much more importantly." He is always down for talking about music; back home, it's one of the few points of overlap he's had with kids his age. "I'm not sure what the musical traditions are where you're from, but Caffeine is sort of a speedpunk offshoot-- the closest comparison I have may be useless, but they're a little like the Ramones. Wired." His grin grows. "Their music's been described as 'jittery,' surprise surprise."

[not_in_the_book]

"Is that a tempest in a teacup?" Ronan punned horribly, "or are you just happy to see me?"

He plopped down in a seat beside Matt, knocking lightly on Bar and asking, "Curry chips and mushy peas? And a pint of bitter. The usual account."

[Mea culpa, mea culpa, mea maxima culpa. One of these days I will manage to keep Ronan around here regularly.]

[tantric_slacker]

Matt, exhausted as he is, brightens observably.

"Hey," he says, then pulls up short.

"... It's. I hope not. But I am, and--" He holds up a finger and tries not to yawn. "I'd happily demonstrate how much, if I hadn't just staggered in here without setting anything up to keep me out of other people's heads."

[NO PROBLEM AT ALL. Hi! Let me know if you want in on autumnal/wintry demon plot.]

[not_in_the_book]

Ronan poked at his brain a moment, then nodded. "I've got mine," he said, "if you trust them to keep you out." He grinned, glad that he'd been able to make Matt brighten so visibly. "I understand if you'd rather rely on your own -- I know how that goes, trust me -- but they're secure."

[Ooh, plot? I totally want in! Even knowing nothing about it; I haven't exactly been keeping up. ^^;; Poke me on AIM when you get a chance, perhaps?]

[tantric_slacker]

"... Oh," Matt says, thoughtful.

"Well." He smiles. "I'm willing to give it a try."

[omg omg I will try, tomorrow might be better because tonight I'm dying just forming sentences XD]