takemystand (takemystand) wrote in forgotten_gods, @ 2009-08-10 23:26:00 |
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Entry tags: | emo, johnny rebel |
Who: Johnny Reb and Emo
What: A surprise visit. And whiskey, of course.
When: Tuesday night
Where: Emo's apartment
Warnings: Johnny ought to be a warning in himself: swearing, potential for racist comments, etc.
Johnny had no clue why he was doing this.
Okay, so that was a ridiculous lie. He knew exactly why he was doing this. It was all his family's fault. All their fault for judging him because of his birth and his war and his beliefs, even a hundred and fifty years after the fact. All their fault for fucking creating him in the first place. If his father hadn't gone and tried to take some of his grandma's country away from her, there never would've been a war in the first place and Johnny wouldn't exist. He wouldn't still be subject to their scrutiny and their loathing, their desire to shove him back into the Deep South and pretend he didn't exist anymore. He most certainly wouldn't have to put up with their guilt-induced olive branches, offers that were only made to ease their consciences about how poorly they'd treated him.
House-sitting his father's brownstone with his aunt hadn't done very much good for Johnny. He'd spent a week with Mark's liquor cabinet and his own thoughts, and came out of it none the wiser than before. All he knew was that there was a stigma attached to his name. People judged him before they knew him, just because of the Cause he'd stood for and the colors he'd worn during the war. Every single person -- but that wasn't true after all, was it?
And that was how he'd ended up where he was right now. Standing outside of the apartment of the god of Emo, a bottle of whiskey safely in a paper bag in his arm. He pressed the buzzer, glancing around at his surroundings idly. Lord, he hoped Evan would let him in. He hadn't said anything about coming over, but right now he just needed to see him, someone, anyone who wouldn't hold his past against him.