[ prp ] new in town ( leslie & jack )

[its me debz]

mediciner

To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun
From: Leslie

when r we going

i have 2 have a shaperone when i leave neway

i dont care where we go except it needs to be a big ******** city

 

[medigel]

cherno astra

Text to L. Miller:
I'll be free in an hour. NYC sound big enough for you?

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Text to L. Miller:
On an unrelated note, how're your accents?

 

[its me debz]

mediciner

To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

yeah never been

mediciner

To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

i can do ******** u and also, ******** u

mediciner

To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

yeah thats bout it

 

[medigel]

cherno astra

Text to L. Miller:
Oh this will be just a treat I know it. NYC's the s**t.

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Text to L. Miller:
Just dress like you normally do. Streetrat will help the image.

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Text to L. Miller:
More unrelated questions: how's your singing? God awful or just glass breaking?

 

[its me debz]

medigel

To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

does it have food

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To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

food that is cheap

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To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

ok i wont wear the stuff abbi got 4 me

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To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

i have no idea ive never bothered

 

[medigel]

cherno astra

Text to L. Miller:
Abbi got you what? What is she your mom lol.

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Text to L. Miller:
Well as long as she didn't get you something like a ******** bunny hood.

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Text to L. Miller:
Anyway yeah there's cheap food wtf Miller. This is NYC the ******** Big City.

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Text to L. Miller:
Time to find out if it's worth anything. See you in 45 at the lighthouse

 

[its me debz]

medigel

To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

nicer clothes bc shes nice

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To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

no bunny hood jesus christ

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To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

never been outside flint and uhh chicago now

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To: Laffy Taffy Leprechaun

will be there

 

[its me debz]

In fifty minutes, Leslie showed up with a duffel bag flung over his shoulder, hood drawn up over his head. He'd packed enough for a few days, jittery.

Was he even safe to be around people?

Instead of greeting Jack, Leslie just stopped to light up a cigarette, exhaling sharply.

medigel

SORRY IF IT WASN'T MY TAG

 

[medigel]

Jack had dressed warmly for the trip--and rather raggedly. For the first time, he and Leslie both looked like they ought to be skulking around somewhere. He held a guitar case in one hand and a paper bag with $5 wine in the other, which he had opened earlier and taken a few gulps of.

"Don't mess with that voice now," he commented after explaining his idea, which had in all honesty just boiled down to improvisation and following his lead. "Just the one. You can have more afterwards." He understood the need for cig, just as he had wanted the wine.

cherno astra

 

[its me debz]

"We're not in the infirmary, Hawthorn." Leslie blew smoke up in Jack's direction, not that the wisps made it all the way there. He was, after all, a foot and a half taller. "Not sure what makes you think you can tell me what to do, but get over it."

He cast a glance at Jack, and his only thought was this: For once, he doesn't look like a douche.

"Do you really have some Night Train in that? Jesus christ."

medigel

 

[medigel]

Jack shrugged, puffing at the smoke so that it disappeared faster. Alcohol was his choice of poison for a reason. "It was just a suggestion, Miller. Don't get pissy before we leave the portal."

Funnily, that too sounded like an order even though he didn't mean it as such.

"You ready for an hour've fun, mate?" he asked with a crooked grin, putting on an over-exaggerated accent. "Us lost boys've gots to put on our best faces for the crowd."

cherno astra

 

[its me debz]

Leslie couldn't hold in a startled, bewildered, and incredulous snort. "You're doing it again, you ********." He rolled his neck, still not entirely sure the angle that Jack was driving at until he said lost boys.

Yeah, if Jack thought that he was going to go along with whatever s**t he had planned, he had another thing coming. But it'd be worth seeing, at least, so Leslie just shrugged.

"Even I can tell that's fake." Despite the bitching, it was a familiar kind of intolerant that he just didn't mind as much as he used to. "Whatever. I'm ready."

medigel

 

[medigel]

jason mraz

It wasn't a complete crowd pleaser—if four vaguely interested people counted as a crowd—but Jack was definitely having fun with it. He remembered "I'm Yours" mostly thanks to the radio, which always did seem to have a habit of cycling the same ten songs every hour. It was a little bizarre to remember the song was released six years ago, like time had suddenly jumped forward to the present too fast.

He told Leslie he recalled buying an album shortly after listening to it. We Sing. We Laugh. We Steal Things. He said he could only honestly promise the first, that the second was up in the air (though he happily laughed himself as people came and went), and that the third was a damn shame because they couldn't look for menial trouble anymore: it always had to be the <******** your life up kind.

But he played with an earnest smile because he wasn't Jack for the hour: just a handsome stranger toting a guitar while an angry little midget hovered around.  

[medigel]

classic

He wasn't a fan of it, but classical guitar training was in his repertoire. People seemed to eat up hearing the same things over and over again, just on different instruments. After running through Granados' "Spanish Dance No. 5" as best he could remember, he leaned towards Leslie.

"So, as a Mist," he began in a conspiring whisper as polite applause began, "they teach you things like lock picking, right?"

cherno astra

 

[its me debz]

jason mraz

Leslie stared at Jack like he'd grown a second head. He finally (finally) put together the two and two of why Jack asked him about his voice.

"I have no idea what this song is," he said, taking a swig out of his flask. Not much point to having one, since he had a handle in his bag, but still. It was the little things.

It was really, actually unnerving to see him smile.

"You look like a shark ready to eat the next person that gets too close."