2/12/2003
01:14
AM
Logfile
from Tomite.
Drunken
Master Tavern
Despite
its location, stepping into this tavern almost feels as though one is stepping
back through time. Rice paper screens adorned with vistas of small villages and
rolling hills have been set up to create an entryway of sorts, a space for the
patrons' shoes sitting next to the small alcove that contains the ID check
station. Overhead, the lights have been designed to mimic paper lanterns, the
light gentle and somewhat dim.
Stepping
out of the 'hallway' into the bar itself, one first notices the walls adorned
with bits and pieces of armor and weaponry from ancient China. The far wall is
taken up with a modern wood and brass bar and matching stools, the lights
dimmed in an attempt to keep the atmosphere comfortably muted. Booths painted
in shades of dark brown and black take up the opposing wall, each booth bearing
a scene from Ancient China painted on the back. A few tables are scattered
around the center of the room, extra chairs stacked at the end of the bar
should they ever be needed.
Hikitsu
is here.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
ID?
Check? Check. He is thru! Chase tips his hat to the bouncer in a cordial
greeting of sorts. "Thankee kindly." He slips through the hallway and
into the tavern-area proper with a broad grin of one who has just made his way
into the promised land. And there are no Inami's here to scoff at the fake ID.
Seeing an opening at the bar, he slides right on up to the stool and orders
something. Something hard. Something good.
And
something illegal. Suddenly, a Large Shadow lurks behind the dark-haired
/boy/... "What are you doing?" Gravelly Voice! Gravelly Voice! Deep,
Dark, Scaaaaaaary Gravelly Voice! Yeah, in your dreams. It's just Brice, arms
folded and one finger tapping his forearm, not looking angry but rather like
he's Expecting An Answer. "Isn't it past your bedtime?" Yeah, he was
already there, and lurking in a booth - nothing like a shadowy booth for
lurking.
Chase
tenses, and slowly turns about upon the bench, only to look up, up, up at
Brice. "Heeeey! Big brother! Totally knew you were there. I was just
waiting for you to come on over. Took you long enough." He waves a hand to
the 'tender, "Set up the looming fellow with another of whatever he is
having, eh?" Bright, broad, toothy smile. "Bedtime? Sure you
shouldn't be looking up /Ash/ about that." Nope, won't be angsty about it.
Nope. Refuse to. Can't do it.
Suboshi
walks in from the street.
Which
would be something even more illegal. He keeps a quarter of an eye on the glass
the bartender hands him so he doesn't drop it in mid-pass, but he's focusing
most of his attention on Chase - and he's amused, although he's hiding it.
"Now, I'm not sure what nocturnal actitivies /you've/ been getting yourself
into, otouto, but you can bet that I'm not telling you the details of
mine." Oh, Bricey's feisty tonight. "And I don't think you want to
know." There. Let the kid stew over that for awhile. Brice takes a seat on
the stool next to Chase, taking a calm sip of his drink. In his old home, you
learned to drink hard - and young. "And of /course/ you knew I was here,
when I could've broken your neck at any second." Sheesh, he's /really/
getting a kick out of baiting Chase tonight, isn't he? Fun. "Anyway,
what's going on with you? Kill anyone yet?"
Chase
smirks, takes the shot in hand, eyes it for a long moment, and then throws the
drink back with an 'Ahhhhhh!' Glass is dropped back to the bar and he is waving
for another. More. Must have more. The teenager snickers though, flickering a
glance askance to Brice. "I might just be scared out of my gourd,
brother-mine." At the neck comment, he shakes his head from side to side.
"Never mind the fact that I can tell exactly where you are to within a
couple of city /blocks/ of where I'm at. Why else did you think I chose this
hole-in-the-wall over the dance club a block away?" He rolls his eyes,
smiling most happily as the next shot arrives. "You talking about that
Byakko? Nope. I'm glad Suna has himself a boyfriend now. Does him good. Of
course, I don't go launching myself at Little John's barriers and break my leg
now." *cough*
Matt is
just going to sit and drink. Yep. Women tend to have that to you. Within
moments, he's got the sake lined up, and he's just going to look into it for a
bit before he begins to drink. Women, mikos, and brothers. The combination is
mind boggling.
...
Oooooooooooooooh, Chase is so toast. "Don't worry, I'll break it for you
one of these days." Ah, brotherly love. Be glad the world doesn't run on
it. "And go easy on that stuff, little boys can't hold their liquor."
Ouch, the shots are getting lower and lower. "If I've scared you, more's
the better. And forget the dance club, if we go there I'm gonna have a
migraine." And he too drains his glass and gestures for another - Brice
Brice Brice, aren't you the one who barely has enough to pay for food, room,
and books? What're you doing running up a bar bill? "Yeah, it's a good
thing 'Suna's stopped pining. Looked like he would've gone after /you/ there
for awhile." Now that's not teasing - that's just fact. "Anyway,
what'd you wanna do?" But then... oh good grief, a Solitary Figure Deep in
Despair. And one he knows. "...Matt, what're you doing?" His voice is
loud enough to be heard where Matt's sitting, but not disturb the other people
in the place.
Chase
flickers a looks askance at Brice, dark eyebrows arching up for his hairline at
the 'ol boy. He chuckles softly, reaching to take the shot glass in his hand,
"After me? That'd be new." But, he does smooth a hand over the front
of his shirt though as a bit of a preen. Well. "Want to do? Here will
work, as long as you don't bust me." But, he turns to look at who Brice is
calling to, voice dropping to a stage-whisper, "Who is that?"
Matt
looks up from his sake, giving a half grin at the two Genbu. "Hi, uh.. nothin'. Just had it out with
Tori..er.. I think. Long story, she's just a little pissed off at me, so I
figured I'd just go have a drink or ten. Looks like you got a good start on me,
though. Thought I'd go lookin' for aniki, though, in a bit." He's had a rough couple of days, and it
really shows. "'Sides, gotta work
off my hangover." This is given a
grin. "Somewhere where I wouldn't
get told on."
THUD.
Brice really feels like tossing Matt in a vat of cold water right now.
"That's Matt, or Suboshi - one of the Seiryuu twins," he explains
sotto voce to his pseudo-sibling. "Who's apparently had a hell of a
time." He shakes his head and stands up, moving over next to Matt to give
him a closer inspection. Eyes, bloodshot; skin, kinda clammy; doesn't look
completely there. Drunk, or on the way to being so. "Well, you're not
driving any time soon, that I'll tell you. And I don't envy you, Tori's one I
wouldn't like having pissed off at me." One more look convinces him that
it might not even be safe for the guy to /walk/. Likely to get mugged or knifed
or something... Or someone'd try it and get a really nasty surprise. So while
he hates to break his own brother-bonding time, he feels like he has to offer.
"If you tell me where he is, I could go get him. Or we could call
him." There's gotta be a pay phone around somewhere.
Now,
it'd be real nice for Matt to answer, but he nearly falls from his stool, and
it's not from drinking. "Oh hell!"
O_O Ok, something's definitely amiss in Seiryuuville. "Uh... yeah, well.. uh.. I think I know
where he is now. Shit. SHIT!" He's
just going to run for the door now.
"Uh, sorry, guys," is said hastily as he waves to the other
Genbu. "Uh, sorry to just run. Look,
sake's paid for, have at. I'm gettin' a cab. Uh.." And the last thing that's heard as he heads
for the door? "God frickin'.."
Chase
turns upon his stool to watch Brice with Matt, the boy lifting a hand to wave
at the Seiryuu. "Nice to meet you, Matt. I'm Chase." He flashes him a
smile before being handed another drink. Mmmm. "I swear I won't tell, so
you can trust me on that. Just as long as you keep from telling on me, my
friend." Shot glass is raised to Matt, head is bobbed, and down the hatch
it goes.
Suboshi
leaves to go someplace else.
Aaaaaaaaaand...
that was weird. Very weird. All of a sudden he's standing next to an empty
chair and feeling very sorry for any random passerbys that bump into Matt on
the way to... wherever he's going. Kai. Just leave it at that. Nothing else
could make the violent twin behave like that. Brice glances back at Chase and
waves a hand at the sake. "Want any?" He picks up one of the
traditional shallow cups its served in, looking at it with an idly amused
expression - he hasn't had it in this life, but he's beginning to remember how
it tastes. "Kampai." And down the hatch. Set the saucer-thingy down.
Nod. "You know what? Let's go. I need to walk around tonight." And do
weird things.
Chase
blinks after the fleeing Matt, wincing. His gaze draws back to Brice, chuckling
softly at the antics of the Seiryuu. He slides from the bench with a little
bobble to join his brother to enjoy a bit of what Matt left behind. Had it
/plenty/ of times. But it is the rice wine his grandma always produces that you
really need to watch out for. He drinks down one. places it back on the bar,
and gives Brice his widest, most crooked grin next. "Sure thing. I hold
you up and you hold me up, 'k?"
"Why
do I get the feeling that I'll end up carrying you when you're
unconscious?" Ahh, he's just teasing. He picks up another saucer and
drinks it quickly, amazingly not showing the affects of the alcohol yet - and
he was drinking before Chase got there, too. Maybe he's just got high tolerance
or something. "Know anywhere to go?"
Because
Chase is so much more easier to carry? If he tried to carry Brice about, big
brother's hair would drag in the sidewalk, and there would be no end to the
snarls. It wouldn't be a pretty sight at all. "Uhm... mmmmmm. Sure. I know
a place." And the devilry that lurks in his eyes bodes nothing good at
that. "Come on." He reaches over to try to drape an arm over Brice's
shoulders. Of course, Brice would need to walk slumped over to do so.
Brice
is NOT cutting the knots out of his hair. You know how long it took him to get
it this long in the first place?! He's rub some very unpleasant stuff in
Chase's own scalp for that. And he sees the look in his eyes. "Why do I
not trust the place you wanna go?" But hey, it's tonight! To /vast/
surprise, he grins! "Which means I think I'll like it even more. And yeah,
me carrying you - like you seem to want me to do now." And he glances with
a bit of ironic amusement down at Chase - for the younger boy has to raise
himself on his tiptoes to try and "sling an arm over his shoulder."
So
Chase is a little smaller. So what? Anana has pink hair! Chase flashes him a broad grin, and then leads him out.
You
walk into The Pink Pussycat.
The
Pink Pussycat
The
stark white walls seem to accentuate the rather risque merchandise that fills
the store. Never mind the plastic dummy suspended from the ceiling by chains
and leather straps in a black lace teddy and gimp mask.
Only in
this section of the city are such wares on open display, just about anything
related to 'relational recreation and fantasies'. From costumes to funky
assessories, kinky candies to other sexual aides. The proprietors here however
are dressed normal enough and can even help customers find whatever it is they
are looking for with a completely straight face.
Obvious
exits:
Exit
Hikitsu
walks in from the street.
Chase
is beaming near from ear to ear as he directs Brice into The Store. "They
don't have these in Montana. This girl showed me it the other day after picking
me up in the 'Lamb. And then she promptly left me on the curb. But... anyway,
that's besides the point. Just... /look/." Wow, eh?
Brice
glances around this, er, new place, face blank. For a full minute. Then he
turns to Chase, face still completely expressionless, but somehow conveys that
He Wants An Answer Right Now.
Chase
blinks at The Look, and then dissolves into laughter. "Gawd, I sure wish I
had a camera. Come /on/." He then proceeds to tug on Brice's sleeve to
drag him further within. "You should have /seen/ what she put on. Leather
and straps and... it was something right out of-" Uh. *cough*
"Something I clearly have never seen before because I'm just a
teenager."
And
he's tugged. This seems to be a recurring theme, like the Genbu Girls snuggling
him, or being late for work. And he chooses to ignore that last statement -
because the truth is, he's a college senior and yes he /does/ have hormones
this time around. They DEFINITELY didn't have stuff like this where he comes
from! He stays mute, interest getting the better of him and starting to look
around... and it's VERY apparent that he's picturing someone *coughAshcough*
wearing some of that stuff. Heh... Bad boy.
Chase,
inevitably, drags him over to the edible area. Yes, edible. Many, many edible
things. "See this? Can you even believe that they /make/ stuff like this
around here?" *snicker* "If I ever see that girl again... " But
then a hand is pointing over to a rack on the other side of the store. "Heh?"
No,
Brice canNOT believe it. So he just stares. This is pushing things a little. He
turns around, only to be confronted with a rack of "toys" - and
Chase's hand, pointing to something that's... definitely /not/ something one
would wear on the streets. Down goes the jaw, wide go the eyes, and "Oh
damn!" goes the mouth. Hey, it's his first time. And while he honestly
doesn't think he's into the S&M stuff (hasn't had an opportunity to try
anything out yet in any genre), he caaaaaaaan't help a little "Ash wearing
/that/... Good Christ..." out. Hey, maybe it's the exposed skin idea. ;)
Have fun, Chase.
Chase
was looking most enviously at the leather, but then Brice had to go say that
about Ash. "D'oh! Watch what you say about her!" And he is reaching
over to thump Brice with the heel of his hand in the forehead. "For shame.
A little respect for the miko." His mind simply doesn't make the jump from
the stuff around here to Ash. Ugh. Poor miko. "Dirty old man." But,
his eyes alite upon something else, and like a bouncing Puck, he is moving to a
counter. "Oh! Brice! Check it out. Tattoos!"
Hey,
they're dating! And they've already slept... on the same couch. Yes, fully
clothed. But still, they're dating, he's a college senior, and she doesn't have
a bad figure. Allow him a little room. Brice rubs his forehead where Chase
thumped it. "She wouldn't go for it, and really I don't think I'd want her
to, but come on, give me a break." And a pause... "Wait a sec,
tattoos?" He moves up beside his brother to look; this is another one of those
things they didn't have down south.
Chase
refuses to imagine the miko in any of this stuff. Ack. There are just some
things that don't compute. But, it is the pictures that gather his attention.
Tribal, pictures, little images. "Ohhhhh, damn. Would you look at this
stuff." He points to a tiny picture of a angle. "You need all the
help you can get, buddy. You should get this." Wouldn't Genbu be proud.
"No.
You can get the tattoo." Bluntness time. Brice does /not/ want vibrating
needles poking at his skin. He refused to even get his ears pierced with the
rest of the boys in his town at a time they were all trying to
"rebel." He just shook his head and went on rebelling the right way.
"Besides, I'm broke." He's not afraid of needles - he just doesn't want
one.
Chase
gives Brice a broad grin, digs a hand into his pocket, and then pulls out quite
the wad of bills. Ohhhh, someone is flush. "Just finished a job yesterday
'n I got payed right fine. Come on. It'll be on me." Book is paged
through. "So, maybe not the angel... how about a kitten? Oh! Or we can
find one with a little green turtle copulating with a snake. Think they got one
of those?" Uh... yeah.
Desperate
times call for desperate measures. Brice reaches out and quickly and very
firmly shuts the book, not caring if Chase got his hand out of the way or not.
"I don't think they do. And I'm not going into debt for something that's
going to be stuck on my skin for the rest of my life and which a lot of people
will freak out over." Namely his family.
Chase
is quick, even when drunk. And so the fingers just /barely/ make it out from
the book before they are squashed flat. Awww. He shoots a curious look at
Brice, a grin still playing at the corners of his lips. "No? But it'll be
fun. Just imagine all the times people will ask to see it. It'll be
great."
"You're
planning something. I know it." That little grin is unmistakable.
"And I never trust that - I was always the one getting our butts out of
danger after you 'planned' something. And besides, where the freakin' hell
would I /put/ it?" No, not far down, uncomfortable! "Nowhere I'd have
to strip to show it!" He'll only do that for Ash - and not that even for a
long time.
Chase
blinks at him for a long moment. "You are stressing about where you would
put it? Man. They can put stuff like that /anywhere/. Your back, arm, ankle,
wrist, chest. It doesn't matter. Me? I'd be getting one right /here/." And
so, he jacks up his shirt and pulls down the waistline of his pants to show a
hip bone. "Although, I dunno what I'd get. Hrm..."
Brice
groans. He doesn't get it. "Look, Chase. 'Nowhere I'd have to strip'
basically means /nowhere/. It's /winter/. We're covered head to freakin' toe
with various pieces of clothing to keep us warm. So the only options are face,
neck, or hands, and it's illegal to get tattoos on your hands in this
country-" somehow he knows that "-so that means face or neck and that
means HELL NO."
Chase
facepalms at Brice. "You are absolutely no fun at all. What happened to
the guy I knew all that time ago. Huh?" He blinks, takes a long step back,
and then chuckles, "You're scared to. That's it, isn't it? Can't handle
the needle."
"What
about just now in the bar?" Brice shoots back as a challenge to hte no-fun
thing. "I just don't want one." But then comes... Dun dun
DUUUNNNNNNN! The Accusation! His eyes narrow and his face turns pale, then
slightly reddish in ticked off-ed-ness. "I ain't scared." Oh dang,
he's reverted to Southern phrasing - it's serious.
Chase
lifts his chin, straightens the hat. "Good. Then you can prove it by
getting a tattoo with me. Because otherwise I'd have to start calling you a
nancing needle-woose or something." A glance to the book. "So,
what're we getting?"
"Fine."
Hand goes plunk down on the book. Opens it up. Pages through. Then gets a
better idea. "Wait... not the same thing. What about..." Brice
glances around, looking for... Good, there's paper and pens set out nearby for
people to try and draw customized tattoos. He grabs one of each, closes his
eyes for a long moment, then quickly starts scratching at the paper. After
about a minute, he's sure it's right, and he slides it across the counter so
Chase can see it. "That." It's a drawing of the kanji
"kyo," or emptiness - Tomite's kanji. "For you, at least."
He's getting his memories back, good boy.
Chase
blinks at the paper and then blinks back at Brice. "Eh? But I've already
got one of those on my back." And in all of Chase's inebriated bliss, the
proceeds to actually begin removal of his shirt to show Brice exactly where the
silly thing is. "At least, it was back there last time I checked." He
twists around to try to get a look. Kanji on the back... difficult as hell to
see.
If he
ever felt like sweatdropping, it's now. He's holding his liquor much better
than the otouto, it seems. "I know where it is. Keep your shirt on -
literally." He plucks the hem of the shirt out of Chase's grasp and tugs
it back in place. "At least until you're in the back room. Never mind, it
was just a suggestion." And he props Chase up against the counter so they
can go back to looking at the book.
Chase
is being clothed by his brother. Isn't that sweet?! Now /that/ is brotherly
love, or something. "No? Well... okay." Shirt is back on, and the
ladies in the store don't have to worry about the half-clothed teenager. Hey,
he has an /archer's/ upper body. Nice. He peeps at the book and abruptly finds
something. Finger jabs, "That!" Book is grabbed and he is bobbling
for the back room.
And
guess who shows up? He has a knack for
these things, you see, and he enters, wearing his usual outfit, walking up to
the counter with his lazy stride and peering at the shop. "....Hi."
"What
the hell- Come back here you!" And it's off to chase the brother, the
wonderful brother of weird...! But look, Big Man shows up! "Gah! Come on!
Before he does something incredibly dumb!" He didn't get to see Chase's
pick before the smaller boy went bobbing away, and truthfully he doesn't trust
it until he does - Chase has already proved he's inebriated. So, in a complete
turn of events from leg-breaking day, he grabs John's wrist and pulls the big
seishi after him - if John'll move, that is.
Chase
shoves the book at the tattoo artist, pointing out the picture once more. The
woman there grunts something and then points to the chair. And without further
ado, Chase is scrambling up and yanking down on his beltline to show off the
spot on the front left side. "There." Fist-full of money is tossed
down as well. The artist grunts again and gets the needle ready with the right
ink. With a most delighted grin on his face, he waves a hand to John.
"Looking for edible underwear too?" But the artist starts in, and he
is wincing. Ow.
John
tails after as he's pulled, wide-eyed. "Huh?" He asks, bobbing along after the terrible
duo. Isn't dumb and chase redundant,
anyways? "Edible.. Undewear?"
"Damnit,
Chase! You're drunk! You don't get tattoos when you're drunk, at least not
without talking to other people first!" And by 'other people' Brice mostly
meant himself, but it's a bit too late. He just groans and gives up. "At
least show me what you picked." Then he finally gets around to the
all-important question John session. "What're you doing here?" Not
angry, just inquisitive.
"Yes,
I am. And who didn't' stop me, hrm?" See, Chase can twist this right on
back on Brice if he so wanted. "Ohhhhh, come on. You know you are going to
enjoy this. I..." *wince* "Ouch" That's smarts. But, eventually,
the artist finishes, care is taken and Chase rolls off the table walking a
little carefully. "Your turn, Brice."
"Guess
who /tried/ to stop you?" He can get in retorts, too. Especially ones that
are true. "And something tells me you should be screaming in a little more
agony." Or maybe that's just wishful thinking. One glance at John is all
he needs - he turns his eyes politely (and quickly) away. "Oh yeah? Of
what, big guy?" Yeah, he's decided to go through with it - but he's going
to get something he knows he won't grow to detest. He doesn't care if Chase says
it's too little. Brice pulls off the outer two layers of sweater-thing and
jacket and clinbs into the chair, pushing up his left sleeve and explaining
just what he wants. And then closes his eyes (and grits his teeth) as the woman
changes needles and gets to work.
Chase
is still walking a bit gingerly, his pants open. With Inami's gut and Tomite's
hip-bones showing, it is getting to be quite the show around here. "Check
it out." He tugs down a little on the boxers to show the... the lips
tattooed there. Yes, lips. A woman's lips. Like lipstick, only permanent and in
a dark red. "They didn't have any turtles copulating with a snake." A
suggestion, "How about a hula girl. Think you could make it dance?"
John
tugs at his whiskers, lowering his shirt.
"Of something I like." He grunts, leaning against a wall and
watching, fascinated.
"Wow." Lips. Gosh. Is
the big guy turning a little red?
Brice
just gives the tattoo a look - then turns away. Not saying anything.
Chase
eyes John, and then Brice. He curiously watches the transformation of Brice's
new tat. But, he adds. "I've got to show this to Suna. Maybe he'll like it
too."
None
too soon for Brice's taste, the woman's done, everything's cleaned up, and she
can stand up - which he does, pulling down his sleeve. He's not showing until
Chase begs. "He might, at that - and you might want to make him do that to
Dylan. All right, your turn." And he picks up his discarded outerwear and
moves out of John's way, somewhat interested to see what he wants.
John
peers at the rules, itches his belly, and is informed that he's too hairy to
have a tattoo in that particular location.
So, rolling up his sleeve to reveal a brawny arm that a quarterback
would envy, he forks out some money.
"I want.." He pauses, grinning widely. "A cookie."
Chase
squints at Brice, trying to make out what he got. Bah. But, at John, he laughs.
"Oh? Chocolate chip or peanut butter? Or one of those Oreo kinds?"
"And
how big? A cookie cake might cover your entire arm. Hm, I promised Anana I'd
get her one of those..." Yep, you're an aniki. Brice presses his hand
against the fresh tattoo, not sure if it's safe to rub yet or not.
John
removes his hat, stoically. "Sometimes..." He rumbles, shrugging
casually, "A cookie is just a cookie." He's surprised that Chase and
Brice are getting tattoos too, though. Especially, the hula girl. He's possibly
the only sober person here. Which makes
a funny grin quirk at his lips. Hula
girl. Lips. Hee! Of course those will
be embarrasing in a few years, if they take that long.. But cookies, cookies
are everlasting. Cookies are his
philosiphy. "Go ahead." He
addresses the artist, firmly. And get a
new needle, pal.. The other Genbies, who knows where they've been?
Brice
did not get a hula girl.
Chase
is as pure as the driven snow, or some other analogy. Or, maybe not. He toddles
over to Brice. "Let me see. I'll let you get a better look at mine if you
show me yours." Please don't read too far into that.
"I
don't /want/ a better look at yours. If I get one, you're going to get socked
in the face." And that is pure, undeniable fact. "And you're not
getting to see until you're sober." Brice is going to see just how long it
takes Chase to regret those lips. But he gives John a congenial nod. "You
can see if you like."
Chase
is feeling a pout coming on here. Either that or possibly he is getting a wee
bit lightheaded after the shots, sake, edible underwear, and now the tattoo. He
blinks a bit before slumping against a well. Getting heavier. Getting heavier.
"I can't see you now, Brice." Maybe because his eyes are shut.
"Where'd you go?"
John
sighs over at Chase. Boy can't hold his b00z30r. "Okay." He answers, looking curious. Unfortunately, the tattoo artist breaks a
tip on his hide, cursing at this point.
Oh,
GROAN. He /knew/ this would happen. "All right, you are officially not
allowed to mix alcohol again for three years." Despite the words, Brice's
tone isn't angry or resigned, but rather somewhat indulgent. As weird as it
sounds, especially standing in the middle of this place, he
Oh,
GROAN. He /knew/ this would happen. "All right, you are officially not
allowed to mix alcohol again for three years." Despite the words, Brice's
tone isn't angry or resigned, but rather somewhat indulgent. As weird as it
sounds, especially standing in the middle of this place, he's getting definite
Aniki feelings - he has to take care of Chase. Who looks a bit like a little
boy at the moment... But his pants are still open. Thanks Chase. Only one thing
to do. He sacrifices dignity and gets him and his otouto pulled together, then
pulls one arm over his shoulder and supports him around the waist. "John,
I better take him home."
John
gives it up around the time the third needle breaks, sighing mournfully. Waste
of fifty bucks. "I'll help." He offers, putting his hat back on. "Carry?" He offers an arm. Not the one they were trying to stab.
Brice
can't help but grin. "Tell you what, we'll get you a few fake ones made
and you can put them on with water." Sheesh, it's a good thing he doesn't
have his powers yet, or the same thing might've been happening to him.
"And it's all right, I think I'm just gonna stuff him in a taxi and jump
in front. You can come if you want."
Chase
was more than happy to find a place on the floor for a bit of a nap. Eyes are
closed, feeling a bit dizzy. Good place to be. But, he is being lifted, and is,
by now, quite unconscious. zzzzzzzzz.....
John
shakes his head, and snags one of the tracing pens. "Nope." He
answers-- If it's not a real tattoo, it's no fun. So to soothe himself, he pulls up Chase's shirt, and writes, 'I
was here, Nakago.' With an arrow pointing down. Now he feels better, artistic-wise. "Ok. Bye."
Brice
stares in shock at the pen - then bursts out into /howls/ of laughter and
nearly winds up dropping Chase. "John, you're the /best/!" Never mind
that Chase'll probably think he did it when the younger boy wakes up - it's
definitely worth it. And, still laughing, he drags the otouto back through the
strange shop and to the street outside and into a taxi and home.
Just
for that, Chase is going to drool now. Pah.
Good
thing Brice did not let Chase lie across him - Chase is only drooling on
himself.
John
rumbles, "I aim to please." He heads out, just like nothing happened.