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Tweak says, "I'm gonna slap you in a minute"

Laurie Baines (vivendo_vitam) wrote in genome_project,
@ 2012-12-07 15:56:00

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ariel silverman-lim, december 2012

WHO Ariel & Rolan
WHAT Bar... Drag Queens... Karaoke... enough said.
WHEN 8pm and beyond.
WHERE Splash Bar
RATING PG-13 at most.
STATUS Incomplete, closed.

His friends were of the opinion that Rolan had finally gone over the deep end. He was crazy. Perhaps they were right. After all, he was back to pursuing Mao, the cheeky little Asian that had insulted him and his friends and caused him such grief. One even went on to call Rolan a masochist, and really? He couldn't deny that, because he was beginning to wonder the same thing about himself.

Still, he made the ones who had called Mao names apologizes in school over the rest of the week. He said anyone that proceeded to act like a cock-block wasn't really a friend to him anymore - not that Rolan was aiming for that, yet. But it worked suitably well, he thought. And now Rolan was about to embark upon his next adventure.

Ariel was older and out of school, but he was interesting, funny, in the same band as Mao, but friends with him as well. Now, Rolan was old fashioned perhaps. But if he was thinking about dating someone, he let himself be put through the ringer by their friends. So yes, he was indeed going to a bar of Drag Queens to sing Karaoke. This couldn't possibly be a disaster waiting to happen. Well, it would had been if he'd let the guys tag along, but Rolan wasn't stupid. He knew his friends, and he wasn't going to go and mix up volatile ingredients.

So, to play up on his conversation with Ariel, Rolan did indeed dress country, but nice. He had on his black cowboy boots - don't knock the boots, if you got a good pair they were comfy as all get out -, still dark black denim jeans - boot cut and well fitting -, black formfitting tank top, and a red and black checkered flannel shirt left unbuttoned with the sleeves rolled up past his elbows. He added on a coat, of course, making his way to the place, glad he'd let the guys talk him into a fake i.d. sometime back. Still, he looked around for Ariel outside, not sure if he was going to meet the guy outside or inside.

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soulsister
2012-12-08 03:35 am UTC (link)

This wouldn't be Ariel's first dip into the wonderful world of Splash on drag karaoke night. He actually went pretty often - often enough that the queens who came regularly knew him and doted on him. They liked to pinch his cheeks and fawn over his apparently adorable dress, and he liked the sing, so it worked out well, really. Tonight though he was being accompanied and he was happy about that. A little friendly competition was always appreciated by someone like Ariel.

He stood waiting for Rolan, leaning against the old brick facade. Men and women paraded in, some teetering on heels or with multicolored feathers sprouting from their hair. Glitter was everywhere. He smiled at those he knew and distractedly flattened his hair as it shined on his head, when he saw something he'd never seen before in Chelsea - at least, never seen without irony: a cowboy. Ariel grinned. Boots, black jeans. Yep. That was him.

Pushing himself from the wall, the older boy approached Rolan. He himself had put a nice navy, toggled peacoat over his lobster cardigan (seriously), blue gingham oxford, and gray bowtie. They made quite the pair.

"Howdy," he said by way of greeting, smiling up at the tall boy, stepping out of the way as a train of men in drag passed them, in a hurry to get out of the cold. Fishnets weren't very good when it came to keeping warm. Ariel followed them inside with his eyes, then turned back to the country boy. "Ready?"

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vivendo_vitam
2012-12-10 05:42 pm UTC (link)

Alright, so Rolan was more than a little out of place here, however he embraced it with a confidence of being more alright with who he was than most kids his age. That and, well, it was all a part of his plan. Ariel had him beat with the singing, he could not deny that. But he had a charm all his own that he was planning on using to his best advantage. Rolan was competitive enough to not go down without a fight.

When finally Rolan's eyes came upon the slick haired singer, he grinned. Approaching, he shook his head. They had to look the most unlikely pair ever. "You do realize we don't go saying that as a greeting, right?" He grinned wider and gave Ariel a light back pat, all jock-like and well ingrained into him as being a proper greeting. "Ready as I'll ever be. Now lets get inside."

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soulsister
2012-12-11 10:20 pm UTC (link)

"We?" Ariel cocked an eyebrow as Rolan gave him a familiar pat on the back. (Which, as the older boy had been around theater kids most of his life, was hardly given a second thought. Touchy-feely was fine by him.) He heaved a theatrical sigh and started to walk toward the front door, shoes scraping the cold wet concrete of the sidewalk. A few men in drag clicked by. With a cheeky smile, Ariel looked back at Rolan when they reached the bouncer. "Do you speak on behalf of all cowboys, then?"

He presented his own fake I.D. and was passed through without trouble. Once inside, he hung back to wait for his guest. Idly, he shrugged off his peacoat, careful not to disturb his hair, and hung the heavy thing over his arm. The inside of the bar was just as eclectic as its clientele suggested - gel lights shone on every surface, changing colors every few minutes. There was a stage at the front of room, small and black, barely lifted above the dance floor. Ariel smiled and turned to see if Rolan was coming.

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