jean-paul beaubier is much faster than you (northmost) wrote in mutanthaven, @ 2009-02-11 23:35:00 |
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JEAN-PAUL: To make a long story short, Jean-Paul and Walter had managed to get their asses out of the hotel and actually went farther than a few blocks away from it. Go them! They even managed to come up with an idea of where to go so they wouldn't be aimlessly riding the bus around Santa Monica. Even better! So where did our two heroes end up on this fine Superbowl Sunday? Why, somewhere near the Santa Monica Pier, of course. Once he stepped off the bus, Jean-Paul put the hood of his sweatshirt up over his head and shoved his hands into the front pocket. He was apparently in a Mood only not really because he just enjoyed hooded sweatshirts. And the company of Walter! WALTER: Walter thought getting out of the house was a good idea. He would have really liked to watch the game, but he had a feeling it would be a bit of a sociable event there in the hotel. And after Terry's posting, Walter wasn't feeling too sociable. Was everyone mocking him behind his back? Did they all think it was funny to sully Aurora's name and drag him down with her? Not cool, guys. Other people were wearing hoodies and jackets. Walter wasn't cold at all, sporting a short-sleeved shirt. YOU CALL THIS COOL? "I think this is the wrong stop, Jean-Paul." How long has he lived here and he still hasn't figured out which stop goes where? JEAN-PAUL: Ugh. Do not even get him started on that bitch saying shit about his sister. So Aurora was a bit of a community bicycle. So what? Certain people in the hotel had slept with way more people than her, but did anyone say anything about them? Nooooooo. Guess there really was a double standard between men and women when hoping into bed was concerned. But this was supposed to be a good time, so there would be no talking about Terry and her prudish attitude. "Really?" he asked as he looked around at nothing in particular. "I've only been down here a few times." Walter could very well be correct! WALTER: Walter just shrugs, "I don't know. I'm no help, am I?" A short laugh, proof that Walter feels comfortable around Jean-Paul. "It's good to explore though, isn't it? We should know our surroundings." He's just glad he's not at work. Ugh. JEAN-PAUL: "We're both no help in this situation." Was that a laugh from Jean-Paul as well? Maybe! "I just hope we don't wander too far that we cannot find a bus," he answered as he looked at Walter. He was secretly waiting for his friend to take the first step on this new adventure. WALTER: Walter squinted at their surroundings. To take their mind off of getting lost, he thinks of where they could go. "Are you hungry?" He winced, or maybe it was some sort of nervous twitch. He realized while asking that question that one might think he's always wondering about the Beaubiers' appetite. JEAN-PAUL: This certainly wasn't the Pier he remembered! Then again, he had only been there once or twice, so he could have been way wrong. "I'm almost always hungry." Oh! Food! Jean-Paul was totally cool with food and didn't find the question out of the ordinary at all. WALTER: "Then I will guide you to food, sir." Walter put his hands together in what looked like prayer and bowed slightly. An attempt at a joke that hopefully won't make JP look at him funny. He breaks the Sherpa act to say, "I think that's a hog dog place down there." Because people leaving it have hot dogs! On sticks. JEAN-PAUL: Sadly, Jean-Paul had no idea what Sherpa was because they never covered that in his English As A Second Language courses. He would never look at Walter funny though! "I would like a few hot dogs." It might take him a minute to figure out how to eat one on a stick though. WALTER: "A few!" Walter laughs and claps a hand onto Jean-Paul's shoulder. "That's the spirit!" Onward, to this HOT DOG ON A STICK! JEAN-PAUL: Oh Walter. Jean-Paul smiles at him for just a moment, before carefully moving away from his hand and starting to walk... that way! "I wonder if they sell things other than a hot dog on a stick." Isn't that technically a corndog? WALTER: "Corn on the cob. Ka-bobs. The whole stick premise, it's apparently a big money maker. Take note of that for later, Jean-Paul, in case we need a money-making scheme." Walter's eyes stay forward as he all but marches towards the door. JEAN-PAUL: Got it. People like phallic things on sticks. Oh, humans. "We can make money when I finally go to college and become a businessman." He has plans! At the moment, his plans included these not!corn dogs. WALTER: Walter held the door open for the lady near them, but kept it held for Jean-Paul. "What kind of businessman?" Drug pusher or shop owner? Be more specific. JEAN-PAUL: Oh Walter. You certainly are a gentleman. "I do not know." What exactly does a businessman do exactly? "The kind that makes a lot of money," he finally answered with a smile as he stepped inside the shop. WALTER: "Where exactly are you working now?" He knew it was Warren's club. Walter just didn't want to sound like he already knew that. Would that be weird? There's a glance up at the menu, ooh they have lemonade. JEAN-PAUL: Oh, lemonade! He wanted the largest one of those they had. Perhaps two! "I'm a bartender at the Inferno," he answers with a shrug. "The drunk people give me good tips." Their alcohol + his flirting = good tips. WALTER: "Taking drunk people's money...hm." That's something Walter could get behind! When it was his turn to order, Walter got himself a couple corn dogs and a lemonade. He stood off to the side and waited for his food and for Jean-Paul. "Who else works there?" JEAN-PAUL: He had to smile at that. "The tips are good." Come work with him and the drunks! As for his own meal, he ordered to corn dogs and a lemonade. And two Cheese on a Stick. He's a growing boy! "That girl Rogue does. Ali performs. Tabby and that English/Irish/Scottish/Welsh kid does too." As drug dealers. WALTER: "Oh, Rogue!" She seemed like good people. "I don't go to clubs often." Or... at all. Walter ate quickly. If Jean-Paul looked away, he'd discover upon looking back, that Walter's corndogs MYSTERIOUSLY VANISHED. JEAN-PAUL: "Clubs are all right if you are in the mood for it." He himself didn't go to clubs to dance here. Pause. Blink. Oh my, Walter. WALTER: "What kind of mood is that?" Genuine curiosity. Walter doesn't see what's so great about being in a dark, hot room with smoke and kids writhing to music. JEAN-PAUL: Oh dear. "The right... mood." Watch as he concentrates on his lemonade for a moment. "To meet people?" WALTER: Please. "I'm not a little kid." He can feel that Jean-Paul isn't exactly telling the truth. JEAN-PAUL: But you were cute and adorable like a little kid, Walter? "It's good to meet people you never have to see again." God. This cheese on a stick was possibly his new favorite food. WALTER: It's the meanest Walter will ever be. He knows it's making Jean-Paul uncomfortable, but he pushes him anyway. "What exactly do you mean by that?" He thinks he knows, but do go on, Jean-Paul. JEAN-PAUL: Why you do that, Walter? :/ Jean-Paul didn't get why Walter cared or why he was doing this (which wasn't cool), but it didn't take a genius to figure out he would keep going until he had an answer. "They're good places to go to meet one night fucks." Happy now? He was going to drink the rest of his lemonade now. WALTER: It's like touching the oven when you know it's hot. Walter looks down at the remains of his corndogs. "Why?" Sad, kind of embarrassed. Why is that something you'd want to do, JP? JEAN-PAUL: Having a conversation vaguely concerning is sex life was embarrassing for Jean-Paul too, which was probably because... yeah. The question caught him off guard, so he just shrugged. "Why not?" Aww crap. His lemonade was gone. WALTER: "I just would think you'd want to like the person you're sleeping with. I don't understand it." It's cool if you're gay, just not cool if you're sleeping with just anyone. Walter's got his priorities straight. Heh, straight. JEAN-PAUL: Wow, Walter. Jean-Paul didn't know how to answer that statement and he also looked visibly uncomfortable that it had been said. Perhaps Walter had hit upon something his friend didn't like to think about, let alone discuss. So instead of answering, he chose to walk over there and throw his things in the trash bin. WALTER: Walter's shoulders slump. "I'm sorry. Sorry. Forget it." Wait, no, let's keep going. "...why do they say those things about your sister?" Again, he's not an idiot. But why is she with him if she can easily get the milk for free! FREE MILK. JEAN-PAUL: "Because us Beaubiers are whores." Oops. That sort of came out without him really thinking, but Walters earlier comments just aren't sitting well with him. WALTER: "Oh, come on. You know that's not true." Unless they really are getting paid. Walter considers this. JEAN-PAUL: As far as he knows, Jean-Paul has never gotten paid. He honestly can't say the same for his sister though, but some things are better left unknown. "She's settled down for you. Do not worry about it." WALTER: "I won't worry." Just like that. He trusts Jean-Paul. "And what you do is up to you, if it makes you happy, then that's all that matters." Except if it's hurting you. Meh. JEAN-PAUL: Now was not the time to get into what hurt him and what didn't. Actually, there was never a good time for that according to him. "You want to go walk around on the beach?" How was that for avoiding the subject? WALTER: "That sounds good." They could people-watch and not talk about the Beaubier's sex life at all whatsoever. |