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bodyswitch! [for Dean]
So it went without saying that Stephen freaked the fuck out upon waking up naked and next to another man. Not just any man, either, but that weird Russian guy that Stephen was pretty sure was trying to turn everyone into Commies.
Oh yeah, and there was the little matter of how he was not in his own bodyThe last time this had happened, Stephen was ( Read more... ) -
Girl Talk [For Dean]
Ever since the night at the Catscratch, Roger's life had been somewhat less complicated. Well, apart from the stuck-on-an-island bit, but after almost 5 years of that, it was hardly a complication anymore. All of the beach walking kept his muscle mass up (well, more up than he would have been in New York) and Anatoly definitely kept a bit of that ( Read more... ) -
[Dated to Tuesday, November 10th, Evening]
With the Catscratch Club closed, Roger had plenty of time to think about all of the ways he could fuck up in his spare time. In his entire time on the island, he had never been so capricious with his cigarettes, but this was time for a Goddamn exception. Two nights ago, Roger had been propositioned by a smelly menace of a man to try some glowy- ( Read more... ) -
Homeplot '09 -- Alphabet City Party
Everything seemed to be in order ( Read more... ) -
[For Bridge] Closing Time
After five months of staring into the crowd at the Catscratch Club and its brother the Willows Room, he could pinpoint exactly who left the biggest messes, who was prone to getting drunk and spilling their beer in an emphatic sweep while arguing the closed door policy that had once been adapted by China, who sometimes passed out on their tables ( Read more... ) -
(Untitled)
The first thing any person familiar with Roger's quarters would notice would be... well, that he was in it. On Saturday night, no less, when he was supposed to be working double duty at the club. The second thing that could be noted was that it was significantly more crowded. A portable wardrobe had spring up by the window. A small foot locker ( Read more... ) -
For Brian and Dean -- Domesticity at it's finest
The building crew had left almost two weeks ago, and Roger had himself a full-on hut. It was exactly what he'd wanted: a bedroom larger than the closet he'd squeezed himself into at home and attached to Dean and Angua's section. It was like an apartment without a kitchen, and Roger found he spent the most time on that couch, shooting the shit ( Read more... ) -
For Brian -- Dated to December 31
Moping around Dean and Angua's yurt was getting tiresome. Luckily, self-pity had woven itself into a much more productive boredom, and sometimes he ever left. He went to the radio station to say hello, even to work. He'd stop by the site of the strip club and feel a tinge of excitement and nostalgia and eventually run home to report to Dean or ( Read more... ) -
For Jack -- Dated to December 22
Every time Roger went to the bathroom, he had to pass by his room. All of his shit still inhabited it, he discovered, and it looked like Hunter was still around. He felt a certain amount of guilt about that -- he should have said something to Hunter... but he wasn't living with Dean and Angua, he was just... staying there. Indefinitely. They ( Read more... )