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 Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 5:02 pm
Being dragged off the stool by his wrist in a mad rush for a small table amid the press and swarm of people wasn't high on his list of fun things to do, but it happened so quickly that he had little say in the matter. He was bumped and shoved and trod on and very nearly got yanked free of the taller young man's grip before they reached the table which suddenly seemed like an island to a cast away.
He'd sloshed some of his drink over his hand but somehow held onto it, his shoulders curled forward in an utterly unconscious display of discomfort. He felt less secure, less -able- these days in his civilian form. Knowing you had powers that were un-tappable without the change to uniform could be hard.
He pondered finding the bathroom and using the crystal yet again, but you just never knew... yes it was hard to pin people down, and it was packed with people but the last thing he needed was to find out there was a 'Senshi of Spotlights' who could somehow pinpoint him and the crystal he would have had to use to stay hidden.
He fought the urge to rub at the wrist where he'd been grabbed, normally that meant he was about to be shoved into someplace dark and compact, technically he had been but at least it wasn't padlocked.
"Alright...since you won the table...pick a person." He said fingering the chair and waiting for Ever to sit before he did.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 5:27 pm
For being all of a hundred and twenty-five pounds, ish, Ever sat down with the force of a ton of bricks; thudding into his chair, holding up his glass so that it wouldn't splash too much, and sprawling long legs out into Zac's personal space -- as always.
"Mmm." He sipped at his glass as he looked around, eyes skimming over strangers in a critical way: like he was shopping, cruel as that was. But hey, this was a club, and presumably people were doing the same as him. To some extend. Probably less obviously.
After a moment, he pointed out into the crowd: tall, with a fringe of dark hair and well-fitting jeans, the man was probably too old for Ever and definitely too old for Zac. And he was wearing cowboy boots. "Go for it."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 5:39 pm
Zac arched his eyebrows at the choice and tilted his head, sadly he didn't know them personally so he did his best to read what he saw instead.
"Well... he's either never seen 'Midnight Cowboy' or he's thinking that Broke Back Mountain is still 'in vogue'... if it weren't for the jeans I'd say strait man playing gay to try and pick up one of those odd girls who wants to try and turn a gay man strait... an no I haven't had personal experience shush."
Another small sip and a crinkled nose...man it was warm in here, but he felt a little more relaxed doing this, must just be because he was in his element.
"He's scanning the crowd like he's looking for someone but not actively searching, so I'd say he's waiting on a fling, guys and girls both do that, you meet your date at the door, you meet the affair where it can be an accident.
He reached up and tugged at the quirky little braid in his bangs, thoughtful.
"And the double hint is his age, his build says this isn't HIS kind of place unless he's a bouncer, most people here are too young, a few exceptions at the bar but that's probably so that they can get away from familiar faces. He made a silent apology in the back of his mind to the General whom was sitting at the bar still but it couldn't be helped.
"I'd lay a buck that he ends up holed up in some cheep hotel with whomever he's waiting for."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 5:46 pm
Midnight cowboy? Broke back Mountain? The pop culture references got puzzled loks, his eyebrows pulled together and his toe tapping as he listened to Zac's assessment, working his way slowly through his drink. Not rushing it -- mostly because he couldn't really afford a lot of drinks, right now. He'd only grabbed so much out of Breu's dresser.
"...hum." Waiting on a fling? Accident? Cheap hotel? Ever perked up a little, leaning forward slowly to consider the man, waiting for him to turn so he could get a good look at his face.
"...s**t. If he has green eyes I might have to go out there." It was really, really hard to tell if Ever was joking.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 5:53 pm
Zac -stared- at him like he could bore heads through that interested lean with his eyes alone. "...if your so hard up that you'd like to shack up with strangers then you shouldn't have dragged me out to a bar and bought drinks! You should have saved your money!"
It didn't occur to him that Ever might want something -else- out of the deal that was more than a room and a bed...
"There..." he added pointedly picking out a young woman that at least he could be sure Ever wouldn't drool over. "Her..." He pointed to a younger woman, maybe Ever's age, her hair was deep forest green and she was just to the heavy side of curvy. Her clothes were second hand but high end second hand and leaning towards floral prints and oversized t-shirts.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 6:05 pm
Well, that was much less fun. After a moment, Ever blinked back onto Zac, surprised -- and then offered a grin. He was adorable. Ever'd almost forgotten how young Zac was, but that sure as hell cleared it up again.
"Hn." Much less exciting, really; he swished his glass, tipped his head, slowly leaning back again. His first mark had moved on already anyway. It turned to an unhappy little face, shoulders rolling. "Looks like my sister."
...but that wasn't exactly helpful, was it? So he chewed on it, and put that better into words. "She's here because someone hauled her out. I bet she's drinking shirley temples. Yesterday, she had a biology final, and while she aced the damned thing, she's freaking out that she might have failed so she's not enjoying herself thoroughly."
He put up a hand at that, questioning, with a little flash of a smile. That probably described his sister. This time, instead, he pointed to three girls in middrift-baring shirts and short skirts. The one in the middle had pink hair and knee-high boots, and all three looked wobbly on their feet. "Have at."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 6:18 pm
"Uggh..." Zac sounded disgusted and sighed and propped his chin on one hand. "What is this...retribution?"
He heaved a sigh as though he were undertaking something so trivial as to be dull. "Well for starters, drunk, though not as much as I think thier acting, they probably want to be hit on...they'll turn them down if he's not hot enough, they probably think they exemplify pop culture with their little shirts and 'cheek' flash skirts. Flirting with the world because it makes them feel good to have that kind of power, the Knee high boots are a 'these boots are made for walking' attitude though, so it's very much a sense of personal power. I'd bet she's supposed to be doing -something- which makes this that much more exciting for her, either a big homework project or a part time job hard to say... but that also makes me think she's smart enough that if she really -tried- she could do something with herself."
He took another sip of his drink and then stared at it... smacked his lips slightly... "Hmm..." He said pausing
He cast a slightly suspicious look at Ever and sniffed at it, he didn't seem to find anything though because it didn't get thrown at you.
"Alright... HIM."
He pointed to one of the older looking clubbers, not ancient but legal enough, perforated in several places, and that was just what was visible. White hair with tips stained red, white t-shirt and nearly faded out blue jeans that fit well enough they had to be at least a little uncomfortable. He was dancing with a girl with long red hair who didn't look like she intended to spend her evening here but certainly seemed to be enjoying it.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 6:36 pm
Girls had been a bad choice; not interesting enough, alas, though Zac's assessment did make Ever grin helplessly. Or perhaps that was the drink curled loosely in his hand, settled against the lip of the table, now half-empty. He was more watching the younger man than the ladies.
The point, though, brought his head around to peer out at the crowd, his head tilted slightly to the side. His first impression was 'well, he kinda looks like me...' but then the rest of the man came better into focus and he realized just how wrong that was. Instead, he made a small noise, and took a moment to really think that over. Or just to look, maybe.
"I should go ask him to dance." It was teasing, again, but -- damnit, if he weren't with Zac. Ah well, there'd be more opportunities later, and his date would probably object..."Um. The piercings imply thrill-seeking behavior, I've met a few guys like that."
He licked his lips, crossing his feet at the ankle and thinking it over more. "...he likes attention, you can tell from the dye job and those pants. And he'll probably get it, too, which reinforces the behavior -- not, of course, that I mind that one bit."
A raised eyebrow and a grin. "He probably has money from parents, because he doesn't look a lot like he's working to me, and that outfit looks more intentional than, well, you know. Me. Confident, probably a bit of an a**, but I doubt anyone minds, hm?"
He rolled a hand at that, and then picked someone at random as he sipped at his drink, not even really looking: a boy at the bar who was definitely too young to be there, wearing pants that looked like part of a school uniform, potentially, though he'd at least put on a band t-shirt over them and sneakers instead of dress shoes...
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:01 pm
An irritated stare from Zac. "If...your regretting bringing me for crimping your style...so long as you get me to the DOOR safely I'll head home." He offered as pointed as a bed of nails. The glance towards the young man at the bar though and he let out a sharp and sudden laugh and reached into a pocket and pulled out... a tiny note pad.
"HIM I know..." he chuckled and flipped pages. "Joshua Parker..." He said pointing to a set of initials on the page, the rest was the most nonsensical short hand you had ever seen.
"Age 17 and one -half- which he'll proudly tell you. Has been in trouble 3 times for possessing alcohol in the hill worth campus. The only reason he's not GONE is his parents have money but he's in the dog house so he only gets a little. He mostly likes girls but occasionally he dallies with some of the girlier boys in the showers...NOT...Me. He added pointedly. "he's also had a brief fling with one of the foot-ball team but both of them blamed it on being drunk...I assume neither party was impressed. Give him about 2 drinks with the fake ID that he knows who to get in contact to make...and he'll be hitting on 'boots are made for walking' because he's more than sure he's just their speed. Since girls are his main fancy he'll put on the charm but what you won't see here is he prefers cougars, he thinks that experienced woman are 'hot' and has written 5 letters to two of the female teachers on staff at Hillworth... 3 made it, one was to a married woman and she accepted the note she DID get."
He snapped the note book closed and looked smug as a cat who ate the canary, the cream AND the butter.
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:18 pm
Ever actually laughed at him, at that, taking another gulp of his drink and drawing his attention away from fascinating older men on the dance floor to consider Zac's little notepad. His grin only got wider with each word, head cocked and eyes brightly amused.
He waited until Zac went quiet, and then let the silence drag out some before he licked his lips and went searching for just the right words to answer that.
"You take notes on your fellow students?" He reached out in an attempt to grab the little book out of Zac's fingers as he said it but, well, he'd had most of a vodka tonic and Zac had only really had a little bit of rum in his coke. "That's just. Sociopathic, practically."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:27 pm
Zac clung to the notebook like a dying man to a life preserver for a moment and then relinquished with a sudden confidence in his home brewed short hand... at least until it was described as sociopathic.
"It is NOT." he said decisively.. a flicker of uncertainty in his eyes, a small frown and he took another drink..and another before he put the glass down.
"Is it?... No...no its not its -strategic- and it kept HIM at least from locking me in the god damned BROOM closet because he doesn't know where the other letters are." He shook his head slightly..."Why do I even -care-." He grumbled and then paused blinking and stared at the drink again. No way... it was just...coke...right?
"...don't spill anything on that -either-" he said pointedly. "It's water soluble ink, I went through a lot of pens finding the best ones for that...I hate re-doing notes when I don't have to."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:33 pm
"It's a little bit unbalanced, man." He set his drink aside with exaggerated care, and then sat flipping through the pages: the crowd and the club and everything else forgotten, besides flicking his eyes across the short hand. It got a kindling of interest. If he were sober, and he had a few days, Ever thought he could work out what it said. But not now. For now he just measured the amount...
"Do you do any schoolwork?" It came with a tsk, and an amused look up at Zac, pages flipping easily under his hand. "I mean, seriously. Are you flunking out of school, focused as you are on this?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:37 pm
"Absolutely NOT" He said vehemently.."I do very well in school, I'm not valedictorian but I'm trying to get a scholarship to a -good- collage, maybe grad school." He said and snatched at the notebook, his cheeks flushed, he was surprisingly on the clumsy side for as little as he'd had.
"Besides...It's not all -students- and its not like I wrote that in a DAY...HEY!" He said looking more alarmed as the back pages revealed quite another kind of list...odd little check marks beside single letters, maybe initials, decimals and paired arrows that might have represented a clock but had no face.
"Ok you had your fun, I'm 'unbalanced' now give it back before your the one who triggers my shooting spree."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:43 pm
"I'll give it back if you show me where I am in here." There was ego for you, but Ever looked absolutely certain that there was a little note somewhere, his eyes flashing up onto Zac in a too-bright way. He couldn't help but want to know, and maybe if he looked at it, he could understand part of it.
"You show me that, and I'll give it back to you." He paused, flashed a grin, and reached for his glass. "And I won't pour the last of my drink on it."
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Posted: Tue Feb 22, 2011 7:47 pm
"What makes you think you're worth the -ink-" He shot back furious... it was a 'stalemate' for all of under a minute of angry staring before he gritted his teeth and sand "Gimie... the damned, notebook you don't HAVE one yet. But you are about 2 seconds away from getting one!"
His eyes widened more to see him reaching for the glass.
"...god Damnit!! Don't you dare! Last page before the checklists!"
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