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At the Catscratch Club -- Evening

Jun 26, 2010 12:59

Trying to stay low-profile as a tiny Englishwoman shouldn't have been at all challenging, as Roger expected most people could see clear over and around that body without even noticing. It occurred to him as he got up to the bouncer at the door of the Catscratch that he might have a problem, but Annie, too worked there, and he got in with no ( Read more... )

roger davis, stephen colbert, saffron, plot: bodyswitch, maureen johnson, dean winchester, anatoly sergievsky, freddie trumper

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poison_lipstick June 26 2010, 20:12:38 UTC

"Annie works downstairs, she doesn't have a shift tonight, and Dean's right over there," Saffron said with an amused smirk, leaning up against the bar, "which means you must be Roger. Being a chick looks like it suits you, honey."

ghostinthecity June 26 2010, 23:14:43 UTC

"Fuck off," Roger said, but it sounded just too good-natured in Annie's chipper chirp. The scowl suggested he meant it, though that, too looked a bit much like a kitten with tiger disillusion. "Wouldn't be half bad except the way it kicked off." He rolled his eyes. "No big deal, though! Would you like a drink, boss?"

poison_lipstick June 27 2010, 02:14:50 UTC

"Fèihuà, you know you love me," she shot back cheerfully, perching on the edge of a stool. "Just a cranberry juice for now. I'll be back after my performance for something a little more interesting."

[bullshit]

pitythetrumper June 26 2010, 20:19:59 UTC

Four days after getting punched and Freddie's bruises were slowly starting to fade. Of course, the yellow wasn't very attractive, but he hoped that it would go away soon. In the meantime, he'd check out the club where Maureen worked. Maybe see about getting a drink. He wondered idly if she was working tonight.

He grinned when he saw the woman working the bar.

"So, what kind of drinks do you have here?"

ghostinthecity June 26 2010, 23:20:53 UTC

For a solid minute and a half, Roger waffled between fucking with him and fucking punching him. The body he was in was slight, and he figured a good, full swing might amount to all of a mosquito bite in pain and effectiveness.

But he was shaking. The memory of their last meeting, his opinion of the man without any real first-hand warrant, and the feeling of skin opening between his knuckles... In this body, it scared him.

"We have all kinds," he said, his British, female voice dropping to below audible over the music and announcement. "Any sort you want, really." Luckily, the second part came out a touch more petulant, and Roger felt the ground beneath him solidify enough.

pitythetrumper June 27 2010, 01:51:18 UTC

"Whiskey?" Freddie hazarded, leaning a little so that he could hear what she was saying. "I don't even know how you'd make whiskey on the island, but if you say 'any sort', I'll take you at your word." He flashed the girl a grin. "Thanks."

Beautiful women, alcohol, and no Sergievsky. This day was definitely looking better than some of the other ones.

whoneedsadream June 26 2010, 22:16:12 UTC

Strange things were afoot again, and since Anatoly had drunk the last of his vodka months ago, it was to the Catscratch he went to try to cope with it all. Roger was very clearly not Roger, and since he didn't know whose body Roger was actually in, it seemed clear that he was going to have to sleep in his hut tonight.

Surrounded by these unappealing thoughts, he settled onto a barstool, barely registering the woman in front of him. "Could I have a vodka, please?"

ghostinthecity June 26 2010, 23:24:05 UTC

The sight of Anatoly elated him, and he felt his girly little stomach flap into a million insects at the very sight of him, squirming and flying about as the little fuckers were.

"Well, I'm so happy to see you and that you're... well, you!" He sort of... giggled, forgetting that he wasn't himself, exactly. "It's the vodka that gave it away."

whoneedsadream June 27 2010, 00:10:42 UTC

Anatoly looked up in surprise. He tilted his head curiously as he tried to place who she might be - he'd seen her once or twice, he thought, but he couldn't remember her name for the life of him.

But she seemed to know him, and judging everything that was going on, he thought he possibly knew. "Roger?"

ghostinthecity June 27 2010, 00:17:59 UTC

"Yes!" Roger exclaimed. He traipsed out from behind the counter, light of foot and excited as all Hell. He wanted nothing more than to jump into Anatoly's arms and kiss him until his head fell off. "I'm sorry I've not been about but things have been... well!" He gestured to Annie's body and then laughed.

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drama_maureen June 26 2010, 23:34:50 UTC

Maureen dressed after her act (well, "dressed" defined loosely as throwing a robe over what she'd danced in) and headed straight to the bar. She flashed the cute girl behind the bar a bright smile.

"Hey there," she purred, "I'd adore a shot of tequila."

ghostinthecity June 27 2010, 00:02:48 UTC

Oh, God, Annie's body was blushing at Maureen. It wasn't an attraction at all, but it was the fact that she was more than a bit naked and trying to carry on as if she wasn't.

But Roger took control. With a twinkle behind Annie's mocha eyes, he took out a glass, and as he poured, called to her, "For God's sake, put on a dress, you fucking whore!" Annie's body was too cute to take a swing at and under the put-on malice, he looked playful.

drama_maureen June 27 2010, 00:18:36 UTC

Maureen's mouth dropped open. She wasn't sure if it was the words themselves or the fact that they were coming from someone who looked like little miss molly sunshine.

"Excuse me?"

ghostinthecity June 27 2010, 00:26:37 UTC

"You heard me!" Roger said, barely pressing his lips together in time to suppress the smile that was threatening the corners of his mouth. "If Joanne could see you now, she's lock you up for all eternity! She would!" The smile escaped just a bit and he tried unsuccessfully to hide it behind a rag.

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weary_head June 26 2010, 23:44:35 UTC

Dean entered the Catscratch Club not too long after, pushing his way through the doors with a harassed look on his face.

He walked straight to the bar, catching the eye of the woman there and demanding, "Roger?"

It was the same question he'd asked everyone on his way there.

ghostinthecity June 27 2010, 00:09:36 UTC

Roger was already tidying, putting things into triangles and squares of organization, and contemplating the merit of the doily as a way to lighten up the rather plain counter of the bar.

He turned when he heard his name. And launched himself at his best friend.

"Dean!" he called, arms going around his neck, hanging on for dear life. He and Dean had been accused of being too affectionate at times, but never so obviously as that. He chalked it up to Annie's habits and Roger's opinion of Dean. "Oh my God, Dean!"

weary_head June 27 2010, 00:13:45 UTC

Dean's eyes widened, but his arms came up easily enough, fingers smoothing hair that certainly wasn't any shorter than usual. "What?" he said, proud when it came out gruff and uncolored by the bonemelting relief he felt all over. "You think I don't have enough women throwing themselves at me?"

ghostinthecity June 27 2010, 00:21:50 UTC

"Oh, I'm sorry," Roger said, pulling away immediately as he imagined Angua beating the ever-loving shit out of poor, sweet Annie's body before Roger could scream it's me! His hands found his mouth and he looked Dean over with an overall sensation of oh my, but he pushed it away with a shake of the head, curly hair springing and displacing wildly. "I'm so sorry I didn't come home. I didn't want you to see me. But I cleaned in the night! And I left tea in the morning!"

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