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Troy Bolton (t_bolton) wrote in omega_reality,
@ 2011-11-23 14:08:00

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*complete, 2011 11, character: sean hanna, character: troy bolton

RP: Troy and Sean
Who: Troy and Sean
Where: Out on 18th Avenue
When: November 23, 2011
Summary: Troy and Sean go shopping for a drum set

They had gotten a car and permission to go off base during dinner time, and Troy still found it incredibly wrong that at their age, they had to ask for permission to go shopping for less than an hour, but they did it anyway, and then they went to 18th Avenue where there was a shop.

The choices were either very expensive or student sets that cost less than $200. They settled for the latest, because he'd already been told that they might leave it behind and he was not going to cry over a set that cost thousands of dollars.

After putting it in the trunk, he looked at the pizzeria next door. "Do you want to stop for food before training? I smell more than pizza," he said with a grin.

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sean_hanna
2011-11-23 07:29 pm UTC (link)

It really didn't matter if they were buying high end gear or student kits, just being in a music store had Sean in high spirits. Although, he would have wished they were heading back to train with powers instead of Dad's SEAL training. Less of a reminder of what his reality was now, strange as it sounded.

"Definitely. Fainting away because we forgot to eat beforehand will not make Papa SEAL very happy with either of us," he said with a laugh, thinking it might just be a one-way ticket to another Dad lecture on adapting to the situation and doing what needed to be done and Sean was of a mind that he and his dad got on better when they didn't need the lectures.

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t_bolton
2011-11-23 07:37 pm UTC (link)

"Will it?" he asked with false surprise. "I'll just have to blame him on his son who's been dragging me to music stores. After all, I can't even leave the base without a trained agent. I'm just following you."

He opened the door and gestured for Sean to go in. "Or is this some violation of rules and procedures? Like do you seriously have rules on how to get into places," he said as he entered himself, before moaning. "Oh God, food. Fuck your dad... not literally," he added wincing. "I mean I don't care what he says, I'm starving. I want one of everything," he said, watching the trays of food up there. Meatballs, chicken parmiggiana, veal, zitis, he didn't even care about the pizza anymore "Let's get a few of those things, or everything, and share."

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sean_hanna
2011-11-23 08:02 pm UTC (link)

"Oh, I see how it is. I got your number now, man." Shaking his head, he proceeded Troy into the restaurant, bemused at himself for having gotten to a point where he checked the people and exits without even thinking about it now. His easy-going lifestyle was ruined for life, even if they managed to get home and go back to their lives, he'd been tainted by military protocols and security procedures.

"There are rules for everything," he replied with a sigh that turned into a laugh as his companion's attention was diverted to food. "It's cool. I didn't think you meant literally. I mean, unless you're trying to be subtle about telling me you're a kinky bastard." He winked teasingly before turning back to check out the food options. "And, you're in luck, seeing as I could do some serious damage on all of that myself. Let's do that for us and I'll get a couple pizzas to take back for Dad and G to snack on later. Me, too," he added with a grin.

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t_bolton
2011-11-23 08:10 pm UTC (link)

"Sure, because I'm such an enigma. You must have spent months studying me. Oh wait," he said with a grin.

"You can tell me the rules while I eat," he said staring a little too hard at the food. Luckily, there weren't many people and he ordered. "Do you think Nell likes pizza? I should bring some at home, and everyone likes plain pizza right?" If he stuck with that, he should be fine.

They had so much food that the guy at the cashier told them to sit and they'd bring the pizzas later while giving them the rest of the food. When they sat down, Troy gave Sean on of the extra plates and began putting a little of everything in his place. "Don't you start with sex, too," he said. "I've already had one discussion about creative sex, and your dad? Seriously?" he said frowning. "That's just wrong, man."

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sean_hanna
2011-11-23 10:56 pm UTC (link)

"Man, you're not military, not fed, not law enforcement. You are an enigma to half the people here." Laughing again, Sean shook his head.

"And ruin a good meal?" he teased. "I know she does. She and John and I have tackled our share of 'em."

Settling into the booth, he helped himself right along with Troy helping himself. Quirking an eyebrow curiously, he smirked. "You brought it up. I wouldn't have ever gone there. So, did you get stuck talking to Kinney? Is that how you got onto creative sex? I'm pretty sure the man only has one topic of conversation. How he and John get on so well beats me. But, I'm good with no sex talk. More to life than sex and romance, despite what the current number of pregnant couples would indicate."

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t_bolton
2011-11-23 11:09 pm UTC (link)

"To half the people here, but we're not talking about half the people. We're talking about you," he said with a grin. "Tell me that I confuse you and I'll call you a liar."

Troy nodded, because he'd have been more surprised if she didn't like pizza. Some foods were god's gift to students and people in general. Pizza was one of those.

"I was cursing not... Oh never mind." He shook his head. "No, not Kinney. I've avoided a serious discussion about sex with him, even if I haven't avoided being hit on, a few times, while he was waiting for him boyfriend, or while getting ready for lunch with his boyfriend, or something else that had to do with his boyfriend, and I agree with you, I have no clue how the boyfriend hasn't killed him yet."

Troy ate some more before he remembered the actual question, which wasn't as important as the food. "No, I was talking to the new woman, Tyra. She wouldn't let pregnancy stop her from getting pregnant and she'd just be creative. I mentioned all the other problems, but she seems to like sex as much as Kinney." He waved his fork as he spoke. "She just got here. You'd think she'd need more time before withdrawal set in."

He took more pasta. "Man, this is good. I' so hungry. This is worse than basketball. And no sex or relationship is good with me. So do you have a list ready for Saturday night?"

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sean_hanna
2011-11-23 11:48 pm UTC (link)

"Talking about little old me?" Sean asked, doing his best imitation of a Southern Belle eyelash flutter. "Nah, you don't confuse me. It's nice to have someone around who doesn't think gunfire when I say the word staccato. I'm pretty sure you and Alexis are the only ones."

Smothering another smirk, he let Troy off the hook with just a chuckle. "No clue. John puts up with it for some reason. But, despite the flirting there seems to be a real affection between them, if watch them when they're just interacting with each other. So, who knows." He shrugged. It seemed to work for John, so that was all that really mattered in Sean's book.

"Unless she's already on a dry spell at home," Sean suggested before taking time to eat as well. Dad was going to work them and, while Sean hadn't really noticed a problem himself, he was more conscious about eating enough since G's collapse. He didn't even want to think about what side effects his own power might spring on him...other than blowing the fuse and television and every bulb in the apartment. "Don't let Savannah hear you say that. She's convinced no one can be truly happy and single."

Switching over to water, clearing the food from his mouth from long habit, though he didn't think he'd be getting in any sax time that night, he nodded. "Savannah sent me a list for this week and next of all the things she wants to do. I've been sorting it and pairing it down for her and we'll let everyone volunteer for the rest. Although, if you got anything you want to do, feel free to toss it in. I probably won't have a set list and performance order until Saturday when get together to rehearse. Country Night taught me to hedge until Friday for last minute volunteers."

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t_bolton
2011-11-24 12:07 am UTC (link)

"Oh God, that was terrible. You know I grew up there, right? Well not Texas, but New Mexico." Troy laughed. "I'm sorry, but that's just funny, because the word staccato would never make me think of gunfire. Like ever. In fact, gunfire is never what I think of unless I'm reading an article about... surprise surprise... gunfire."

He snorted. "Maybe. I haven't been around enough, I guess, and now I'll have to watch and see, which is kind of creepy, because this is Kinney we're talking about. I feel like I'm catching something just by talking to him," he said, chuckling. "Has he always been like this or is this some kind of withdrawal?"

Troy rolled his eyes. "I don't know about her, but really finding people to fuck was not on my list of things to do in between gun safety class and Behavioral Science, and if we keep eating this much, we'll have to buy more," he said as he attacked the chicken. "I'm going to have to learn how to cook, either that or I really have to find a wife," he said with a grin. "Do you think she'd be upset about that statement?"

He shook his head. "No, I don't really care what I do, but send me the list anyway, I can see what I know, what I don't, what needs to be improvised, other than everything. You'll probably get more volunteers if you send the list early, though. People don't often think they can think something, but then they see a song and go 'Yes, I can do that', but then they still need time to psyche themselves up, at least that's been my experience with the less professional crowd. The not cool crowd you have at Juilliard," he said with a grin.

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sean_hanna
2011-11-24 04:05 am UTC (link)

"See? Totally different. You don't get good Southern women in the Southwest." Sean laughed. "We used to live in those big houses on Colonel's Row before there got to be too many of us. There was the marine, two sailors, one airman, one cop, the cheerleader, and me. Guess how many would think gunfire?"

Sean shrugged, taking the time to chew and swallow before responding. "If it were possible to catch something that way, you probably could from him. John doesn't really say much, private, you know? But, from what I can tell, I think it's the boyfriend part that's new for Kinney. When I first got here, he was already here and fucking his way through as many as he could. After a few months, John stopped denying he was interested in Kinney like that at all and it became what you've seen. Pretty sure Kinney was still fucking around until the discovery about protection not working. But, now, I don't know. I hope not, for John's sake."

He was putting another mouthful of food into his own mouth and, so, could only smirk when troy mentioned needing more. "Who? Savannah?" he asked when he had swallowed again. "Doubt it. They actually had to make a rule, even before I got here, that she wasn't allowed to cook during the week, only weekends, or she'd have started doing all the cooking at the house. She'll probably encourage you to find that wife and let her cook and take care of you. I don't think they teach women's equality in the workplace where she comes from.

"Will do. I may try and just hit people up at the game and dinner tomorrow. Harder to say no if I'm smiling right in front of them," he continued, grinning. "And then I can get the finalized set list done Friday." Sean chuckled. "Oo, the not cool crowd. Yeah, we don't have those at Juilliard. Would now be the time to tell you we didn't have them in high school, either, since I went to a performing arts high school? Don't know if I can handle not cool."

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t_bolton
2011-11-24 04:18 am UTC (link)

"Right, they are all sinners," he said, chuckling. "Man, that's quite depressing, even though they are your family. How about Savannah? I mean she's a cheerleader and she had the Southern hospitality down pat, but she seems just as gang-ho as the rest. How does that work? Because I don't usually think tough-as-nail and trigger-happy when I think cheerleaders, not even the ones at Berkeley."

Troy just frowned as Sean went on to explain the situation. "That's just wrong. Don't get me wrong, it's his life and whatever it's cool with him. I'm a live and let live kind of guy, but I couldn't deal with that," he said, the words being slowed down by eating. "If I'm with someone, I'm with someone, you know? There has to be a person you talk to and you just click and sometimes it lasts months, sometimes years. I had a girlfriend, Gabriella, head-over-heels in love with her. It's why I went to Berkeley. I thought we'd be forever." He sighed. "I guess I was wrong."

He moved the plates around so he could reach for more. "You know we look like we're being starved," he commented, chuckling. Not that he really cared. "It's not just where she's from. Lot's of that in New Mexico too, not as much in Albuquerque, though. I don't think I could deal with that, no matter how good the food is."

Troy grinned. "Now, you're talking. Guilt works all the time. Just ask any mother." He snorted. "Performing arts high school, aren't you the real deal." He bowed his head, pretending to take of an imaginary hat. "I bow in front of such talent. I was kicking ass at basketball and our plays sucked compared, I'm sure, but they were fun anyway. That was the big problem with Berkeley. They weren't fun, everyone took the way too seriously for my taste. I just wanted to sing."

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sean_hanna
2011-11-24 04:51 am UTC (link)

Sean snorted. "Dad and G happened. She was the first civilian to arrive a year ago and they decided she needed their protection and training. At this point, I think she'd do just about anything for G. He really is like a second dad to her. Of course, those nails she's tough as are probably pink and sparkly and I'm sure she's asked G for a pink gun a couple times," he explained with a laugh.

Shaking his head, he took a couple more bites before responding. "Yeah, I'm more with you on that one. As long as John's happy with things, more power to them, you know? He always says he is and that Kinney's a good guy underneath it all. But, I couldn't do the whole open relationship thing. Just seems like a lot of casual sex, which I could get without having to call it a relationship. If I'm with someone, then I'm with them and they'd better be with me. Okay, there may have been some I clicked with for days or weeks instead of months or years. But, they were good days or weeks." Glancing up at the sigh, he smiled kindly. "Yeah, that happens. But, I'll bet it was great while it lasted, right? I think I have the cliched artist's heart. I've fallen madly in love at least half a dozen times and I still think each one was true love, it just stopped being the right kind of love somewhere along the lines and time to move on before we destroyed the memory of it."

Laughing, he looked around. "Hey, starving artists, man. But, yeah, I couldn't do it, either. Savannah's a sweet girl. But, that sort of life is too one-sided. I don't see how you can really be partners with someone that, meet on equal footing. And that goes for getting involved with guys or girls. I've known guys who thought they should take up that stereotype, too, get in touch with their feminine side or something. It's a total turn off, though. Guy or girl, I don't want someone to take care of me like that."

It was Sean's turn to take a little bow in his seat. "The art of persuasion." Laughing, he threw his napkin at Troy's head. "You'd better believe it," he retorted, only half-kidding. He knew he was good, after all, even if he didn't really need to brag about it. "Kept me off the streets, though, too. Pretty sure that was the selling point Moms used with Dad when I wanted to do it. 'It'll keep our baby boy off the streets and out of the gangs. He'll live to see adulthood this way.'" His imitation wasn't quite the right tone for his mother, but close enough. "Juilliard's dead serious about everything. But, it was what I wanted. I love being up there and knowing I've got the best training possible in how to put on a show, even something as small as what we've got with the theme nights, it's worth it."

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t_bolton
2011-11-24 05:20 am UTC (link)

"I guess it's understandable, the learning, I mean, not the pink gun," he said, chuckling. "Although we have lot of hunting rifles at home, and I know I've seen pink ones. I mean it's New Mexico; everyone has a gun, and the ladies like them colorful. You can own anything from a handgun to assault weapons and you don't even have to register them. I think the only rule is that you can't carry them loaded or something like that. Even Dad, who hates hunting, had rifles for when the boosters had hunting trips."

Troy looked up at Sean, not sure if he was really agreeing or humoring him. Too many of his friends had in the past, calling him too serious or old fashioned. When he was convinced that Sea wasn't making fun of him, he nodded. "Yeah something like that, although never days," he said with a chuckle. "Still Gabriella was something else. We got together in the middle of our junior year in high school and were together for two years. Right girl for that age. If we'd been older, maybe we would have made it, but we were too young and then we went to college, we started wanting different things. After that, there was some casual sex, which was fine because it was what it was, y'know? But I couldn't do that for long. Guys on the team couldn't understand why I'd want the relationship. I don't know, maybe it's how I was raised."

He ate some more, thinking. "Everyone seems open minded. Penny mentioned it and I thought she was exaggerating, but it's weird. I mean New Mexico, most people don't even know there are bi people in the world," he said snorting. "And the team. Let just say that no one is gay in sports, not if you want to make it big. If you come out, you do it after you retire and have made millions, and even then it's rare. TV, too. I've met plenty of men who'd swear up and down that they were straight while fucking the male PA of the day. Being gay is like the secret that everyone knows, but you never admit it anyway and here, everyone just mentions it like it's nothing. It's weird."

He smiled again. "Savannah is hardly the stereotype with everything she knows, though. It's not like anyone could make her do it. She wants to, so if it works for them-" He shrugged. "I wouldn't mind a cook when I'm starving, though."

Troy grinned as he caught the napkin. "That's a lousy shot, man. We need to have a basketball game instead of football." That would actually be fun if Derek could arrange it. "My dad passed out when he heard that I was in the play. It conflicted with state, and nothing conflicts with state. I proved him wrong and did both. I guess that's the difference. You guys are serious and so am I. I rehearsed and did what I was supposed to, but it's not my life. I'm not ready to give up basketball, friends, girlfriend... boyfriend. The show is fun, but it's not my life."

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sean_hanna
2011-11-24 07:11 am UTC (link)

"I think you just described my dad's dream environment. Can't say as I've ever been hunting, though. Not a lot of hunting in my neck of the woods. At least, not of animals."

Sean listened in silence, just eating, while Troy talked about his old girlfriend and when he finished, he nodded. "Could be how you're raised. Could just be who you are. Me, I guess I'm a romantic. I believe in soul mates. I think you can truly care about and love a lot of people before you find that soul mate, too. It's not that there's only one true love. But, when you find that one person, you can't help it. The relationship just happens because it's all you need. Of course, I get leeway for such fanciful ideas, crazy musician and all," he teased. But, even if he'd doubted that theory before, he'd seen his dad and G, been around them long enough to know it was true. "Not that I'm going to go around mooning about for a soulmate. I'll find her or him when the time is right. Until then, I've got family, friends, and music. Can't complain too much about that."

He shook his head. "Not everyone. I do because it's never been a big deal in the circles I've run with; we're all a little more open to experimentation. Kinney prides himself on being out. No one says anything, but they're not all comfortable with it. A lot of them, but not all. And not everyone is open about themselves, either. There are still some who don't tell the world their sexual preferences as a matter of public record. Savannah, for example, accepts it as what makes people happy. But, she doesn't really get it, or accept it in general. Hell, Kinney's fucked plenty of the enlisted guys who all swear to being straight. You've just had the misfortune of one sex conversation after another, it seems." Sean chuckled. "And I guess this turned into one anyway, even though we said it wouldn't."

Grinning, he turned back to his food a moment before shaking his head. "What do you want? You might have had crappy plays at your high school, but we had no sports teams and Juilliard certainly doesn't. Just be glad I deigned to throw a ball around with my dad during his visits when I was a kid." Thinking about it, Sean nodded and smiled a little to acknowledge the hesitant admission of 'boyfriend'. "Music really has been my life, ever since I was a little kid. It's what makes me happiest. The rest...I guess in a way I take after my dad, which is so odd to think about. I'm not going to do it unless I do it well and damned well at that. If I'm going to do it, I want to be the best, or at least the best I can be. It's probably why I've been able to go along with all this training so easily. I refuse to be less than my best just because I didn't have a choice in being here."

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t_bolton
2011-11-24 07:22 am UTC (link)

"Down to the pink rifles or he'd skip that," he said, joking. He might not have been here long, but there was no doubt that Sam Hanna did not use pink anything.

"You've got a good excuse. I'll just keep quiet. I've done it for a while, so it's not like it's unheard of," he said, laughing. "Once in a while, my team mates would tease, I'd tell them that I was a gentleman and moved on. I don't know about soulmates. I know that sometimes people click and sometimes it's at the right time, sometimes it isn't, like me and Gabriella."

Troy smiled as he ate, pondering what Sean was saying. So it wasn't everyone. Strangely that almost made him feel better. "I guess we did, although it's more about relationships in general than sex per se."

He stopped when the guy came from behind the counter with their pizzas. "Thanks," he told the guy with a smile, and then he went back to Sean. "I love basketball. I'm not good enough for the NBA, though. It doesn't make me love the sport less because I'm not the best, so I found a way to stay in the field as a sportscaster. I transferred into the Media Studies at Berkeley which is as competitive as it gets, and I interned at ESPN. I even had an unofficial job offer, but that's gone now, and we still have gigs to play and show to put on. Those will have to do," he said, refusing to get upset over things he couldn't change. "Although we should start with going back or your dad will kill us for being late."

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