Rufio (i_cancrow) wrote in we_coexist, @ 2011-09-09 22:24:00 |
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Entry tags: | lorne, rufio |
Crashing Parties (Lorne)
Rufio was out, floating around the City after dark. He'd always enjoyed the night, the younger Lost Boys all went to bed when dark fell completely but he and a few of the older boys stayed up, enjoying the time to themselves to do things that some of the others were just too small to do.
Smallness had its uses, but baiting alligators and hunting with the Indians was something for longer legs.
Here in the City, on his own, he found there was more to do at night. More mystery, and the people were more interesting. There were fewer suits and a lot more people who looked closer to the types Rufio was familiar with around.
Hopskipping from rooftop to rooftop the young Pan flew through the area, finally noting one building with a shiny looking sign and a lot of people going in and out. He tilted his head, hearing music inside. That must be... a bar? Yeah. That's what it was called. There were lots of bars in those gross movies the old man had given Rufio. It was a popular place to meet people, especially girls.
That man out front though, didn't look nice. Rufio flew around to the back, landing and then frowning. There were no windows or doors to sneak in, he'd have to go in the front. He walked around the building, stopping at the gly looking guy at the front. There was something really wrong with his face, but Rufio didn't show any fear.
"ID," the man grunted. Rufio sneered, but before he could do anything else a small piece of paper was slapped around his wrist and he was gestured inside. "Go on, then."
Rufio stumbled in, looking back and scowling heavily, fingering the paper as he walked into the main area. He left it alone though, and turned his attention to his company in the facility. Yeah, this was a bar. It looked just like the ones in the moving pictures on the magic box.
Well. Except that stage. And there was some woman on it, trying to sing and failing miserably. She hit one note that made Rufio crack up, but he turned away from that and walked through the crowded area. The people here were odd and the lights were moody, but somehow it felt more familiar to Rufio. This was the kind of controlled chaos that was Neverland, if in a slightly different setting.
Rufio went over to the bar, one hand resting on the hilt of his sheathed sword, and he looked up at the brightly colored bottles on the shelves up above the man pouring drinks for everybody.
In the movies people drank those bottles and then acted very oddly, so when the man asked Rufio what he wanted the boy scrunched up his nose and turned away from him, looking instead at a pretty pair of girls sitting at the bar and talking to each other. Rufio tilted his head, then moved closer to them.
It only took the twenty somethings a moment to realize they were being watched, and when they looked over at the young boy in strange clothing their faces reflected exactly what they thought of the sight. Rufio, however, was not to be deterred, and leaned against the bar, cracking a grin. "Hey, ladies," he said. Most of the men who won the love games in the movies started off that way.
These two, though, just snorted, then turned and walked away. Rufio arched a brow, then shrugged it off. If they were going to be snooty, then fine. He'd find somebody else. Somebody better.
Another high pitched note and he started to laugh again. That lady on the stage wasn't better, not by a long shot, but it sure funny.