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Chris Summers (cerebbro) wrote in nextxplayground,
@ 2009-04-10 09:55:00

Who? Christian Summers and Levi Cuckoo
What? a drunken family reunion (isn't that the only kind?)
Where? the streets of NYC
When? April 9th, late evening, after this.
Rating? PG-13 for potty mouth and drunkenness and questionable behavior
Status? working on it!

What a long day! The workday itself had been long enough, extending a little longer than Christian had anticipated, but that had only been the beginning of things, not the end. On the way out of the building he'd been at, the elevator had stuck. More than that, it had dropped a bit, making him and the other passenger fear for their lives. But it had been a serendipitous trauma, as he'd seemingly made a new friend from the experience of being trapped for the better part of an hour. They'd further bonded after their rescue by going to a nearby bar and getting hammered, as Chris had promised several rounds of drinks if they'd survived the experience.

Eventually, Chris had realized how much time had passed and with the knowledge that he did have to get up for work the next day, he left the bar, insisting he'd be fine getting himself home. Chris walked out into the cool spring evening, doing his best impression of a drunk man trying to walk like a sober man. He was managing to not look too wobbly as he walked, but only because he was walking extremely slowly. He really didn't have far to go, thankfully, only two blocks to the subway, then a quick train ride and another block walk to his building. He'd gotten about one block into his slow walk home when he realized there was going to have to be a change of plans. Nature was calling.

He'd gotten far enough from the bar now tht he didn't want to turn back. But all the buildings on this block were businesses, all shut down for the night. There were no stores, no restaurants. And the subway was still another block away. And he really had to go. Though he felt hesitant, Chris knew what he had to do. Vagrants and frat boys did it all the time, so why not him? Chris walked along a few more steps until he came across an alleyway. A quick look down it confirmed that it was thankfully empty of people. Chris turned down it, walking, looking for a place where he could be somewhat obscured from sight to do wht he had to. He'd found such a space between a large dumpster and a stack of shipping pallets that were against a brick building. Chris ducked into the alcove, stepping up to the building, taking one more glance around, then moving his hands to his zipper. A quick taking care of business, then he could be back to getting home.

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seemevil
2009-04-10 03:54 pm UTC (link)

The last thing anyone wants to hear while trying to take a piss in the nebulous privacy of a dark alleyway is the clack clack clack of slow footsteps. Such a sound could herald one of two things: a confident murderer or a perfectly respectable lady or gentleman attempting to take a perfectly respectable stroll without the threat of some drunkard exposing themselves to them.

A third option was viable, of course, but thankfully rare: it could be the sound of a radical telepath out for a perfectly unrespectable stroll. The sound could very well be the last thing anyone expects; the boots of a distant relative best avoided by anyone with a reputation they wish to keep clean. Today was a day of days for Chris, it seemed-- if you're going to start out weird, might as well go out with a bang.

Drunkards exposing themselves, it must be noted, was not why Levi was wandering down dark alleys in the middle of the night. People may like to think of him as depraved, but he was at least better than that. No, Levi had far nobler pursuits: prostitutes. He wasn't having much luck, though; he had a specific sort of prostitute in mind, the kind that would be willing to do any crazy thing someone asked for a buck.

While it appears that this tale is getting no less noble, consider: Levi wore a cape, like an adventurer of old. What sort of image did this conjure if not nobility?

Somewhere, about an hour away actually, Etienne awaited with the giddiness that had spurned this venture faded, and likely had fallen asleep. Levi was not the type to give up on this sort of thing, though. If he was challenged to rope prostitutes into playing Dungeons and Dragons with him, by god those prostitutes would be rolling character sheets if it took him all night.

Instead, as much as a surprised to Levi as Levi must have been to him, Chris happened. "You could get arrested for that." Sage advise: Levi knew that one well.

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cerebbro
2009-04-13 07:11 am UTC (link)

The senses of the inebriated Summers were dulled thanks to the several rounds of drink. He didn't hear the footfalls right away, and once he did they were alarmingly close. Body shutting down the function he was doing, Chris whirled around very surprised to see a figure in a cape standing there. The hell?

It took him a moment to get what the man was saying, at which his hands move to cover himself as he clumsily but hastily zipped up. He tried to assess this person in front of him. His beer-goggled senses didn't recognize the voice or face right away, though there was some hint of familiarity. Not enough familiarity to quell the sense of unease he was feeling.

"Who the 'ell're you s'posed t'be, Batman?"

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seemevil
2009-04-13 02:14 pm UTC (link)

Now, this was a surprise. Admittedly, Levi was supposed to be the one in the family that the rest of those tight-assed motherfuckers whisper to each other about, ashamed and apologetic of any chance encounters. Chris, on the other hand, Levi though, people forgot to talk about altogether. If they only knew. Slurring his words, really? There wasn't much reason to get that kind of drunk and venture out into the world on one's own.

So baffled Levi was by this encounter that for a moment he didn't understand the question at all and could only adopt a slowly spreading smile. Eventually, though, he did laugh, a sharp, short sound in the still alleyway. "Alas, no, my fellow moonlit traveller," he lamented, flourishing the cape and squaring his shoulders, "I am Crugetor the Merciless! Quickly, we must check your luck to find whether I behead you or agree to sell you a legendary weapon!"

He couldn't fully manage this straight-faced. The declaration ended with giggles, Levi's shoulders dropped and the cape tucked under his arms, wrapped around his stomach. This could be better than prostitutes, Levi thought, as long as Chris didn't puke on him. He didn't really know the man all that well, maybe he was the type that could manage his puke, Levi couldn't tell. Or, shit, maybe he was a randy drunk and should be reminded that he was Levi's cousin (uncle? Step-uncle-cousin-in-law?) before anything weird happened to either of them; "Cuckoo, Levi," he admitted, gesturing to himself and watching Chris closely, like he was trying to teach a retarded five year old the alphabet.

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cerebbro
2009-04-13 02:51 pm UTC (link)

Chris was already out of it, the out there story that Levi fed him only added to the utter confusion of the moment. It was only when Levi started laughing at the end of it that Chris began to form an idea about what was happening. Whoever this was must be high. That would explain it. Maybe. But maybe not the cape.

Chris was still confused, but definitly amused by the guy. He smiled good-humoredly at him, his bloodshot blues wide. He was dealt more shock and confusion when the second, true introduction was made. Though there wasn't much real history between the two, the bad blood between the original Cuckoo girls and Emma had never healed right, and some of those prejudices had been passed down. Sure, Chris had seen some of Levi's online exploits and had been amused by some of it, but he'd always thought it good to keep a safe distance. But here he was, no safe distance to be found.

"Oh. Fuck." He wasn't sure what else there was to say. His sloshed mind was trying to comprehend why Eli was here and what he wanted. Even in this state, Chris was starting to feel wary again now, on guard. Even if Levi was giving off no air of malice whatsoever. "Whut're you doin' 'ere?" If not for ill will, then why?

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seemevil
2009-04-13 03:42 pm UTC (link)

The transformation was not lost on Levi, from amusement to suspicion with only a name, and it did rather thrill him. His grin became twisted, a haughty leer; despite the oddity of his appearance, he did have the upper hand of sobriety in this case. All he had to do now was find out how that upper hand could take him.

"Looking for you," he said sweetly-- razor blades in candied apples, more like. "I just thought, right, its whateverthefuck o'clock, I've got a cape and nobody to play with, it's about time I got caught up with whatshisface. Blood, you know, thicker than water." He shrugged, like this was a casual meeting in a hotel lobby and there was nothing more to be said of it. Like Levi had ever expressed any appreciation for blood ties in his life. Honestly, he did better having nothing to do with any of them, but if he could coerce Chris in his drunken state into doing something more publicly scandalous, the night would be won, Levi felt.

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cerebbro
2009-04-13 03:57 pm UTC (link)

The thought that Levi Cuckoo was looking for him was not a comforting one, no matter how drunk he was. "You found me. Buh I gotta get 'ome, go find someone else to fugg wiff" He steadied himself then started to walk past Levi and down the alley out toward the street.

He was still feeling on edge, trying to get his mind to sober up (and it slowly was given the situation), not sure what Levi was going to do or what the man was capable of. This was not a situation that Chris was glad to find himself in.

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seemevil
2009-04-15 03:28 pm UTC (link)

Levi hissed, hand over his wounded heart. "Cold," he accused, but these emotional scars were easily left behind. He skipped after the man, jumping in front of him and walking backwards out of the alley to watch him do his shameful shuffle.

"That Worthington kid break up with you or something?" he teased, thinking it might coax some sort of answer. Either to Chris' solitary drunkeness or the weird rumours, Levi didn't mind which. "Don't take it so hard, the guy's a dick anyway."

Out on the sidewalk he stopped, squinting up at the streetlight then looking back to Chris. Where to? Bright lights where anyone could see or dark alleys where no one could help him?

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cerebbro
2009-04-16 11:34 am UTC (link)

Chris had hoped to get past Levi, but it seemed the man wasn't deterred so easily. Chris ahd flinched when the caped crusader jumped back in front of him. He started walking again, visibly annoyed to see that Levi wasn't being shaken off.

The comment took Chris by surprise and though he didn't verbally comment to it directly right away, it was obvious that the comment had pinged. When Levi elaborated, Chris did say back to him, "'M not datin' anybuddy." And that was the truth.

When they got out of the alley, Chris stopped, as did Levi. Was the Cuckoo really going to follow him all the way home? His head was throbbing enough as it was. But to Chris, there was no decision to be made. He needed to get to bed, and that meant the most direct route home.

"Iz been great talking to you, cuz", Christian drawled, "But I gotta get 'ome. Make sure to come to the next family dinner, mom 'n dad'd love to see you." The statement was thick with sarcasm, but amusement as well. What a scene that would be! At least it would keep the attention and drama off of himself.

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