Caleb Rivers (caleb_rivers) wrote in pathways_log, @ 2021-04-06 18:23:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel sanctuary: yue katou, pll: caleb rivers, spop: catra |
Who: Katou and Caleb (brief appearance by Catra)
What: Caleb shows up at Katou's show
When: March 17
Where: Some seedy venue
Rating/Warning: Pretty low. Some minor swearing and underage drinking
Status: Complete
Katou had spotted Caleb in the crowd, standing next to some girl, about halfway through his set. He’d been a little surprised to see him there; Katou’d invited him, but he hadn’t actually expected him to show up. He’d already been halfcut when he got on stage, and the beers he chugged while on the stage helped keep his buzz going, but as far as he was concerned, the Drugnoughts played better than they had in a while; Youji, at least, finally seemed to have his shit together.
Once their set finished and he and the band had done load out, he jumped back onto the floor and went looking for Caleb. It wasn’t too hard to spot him, and he ran up, looping an arm around his shoulders. “Caleb! You made it! What didya think?”
When Caleb saw Katou post about his show he decided to go see it. It’d be cool to see someone he knew on stage. Well someone other than Elsa. He had asked Catra if she wanted to come too. Which she had. He would have been fine going alone but it was nice to have someone to enjoy it with.
This wasn’t the type of thing Caleb would usually go to. But it was nice to see Katou in his element. Before he knew it they were done and Katou had come up to him. “It was pretty cool,” Caleb replied with a grin. “How long you been in a band?”
“A coupla years now,” Katou said. “Though we only started playing shows last year. Nice way to get some extra cash.” Though Katou was the only one who really needed extra cash. The other guys still lived with their parents, and Youji’s parents didn’t care enough to ask Youji where the money they kept giving him kept disappearing to. Even still, Youji still managed to owe Katou $50.
He hadn’t seen the girl he’d seen earlier when he came up to Caleb, but she was coming back now, a bottle of beer in each hand. She handed one to Caleb. “This your friend?” she asked.
Caleb was honestly a bit relieved to hear Katou had some way of getting cash. It had been pretty obvious that he needed it. Caleb knew what it was like to be out on your own at a young age. He had always used his hacking to get by.
However before Caleb could reply, Catra approached. He accepted the beer from her taking a sip. He wasn’t sure he’d call Katou a friend, as much as a guy he had helped out in an alley. And offered his shower too. “This is Katou,” he said instead. “Catra,” he added with a nod in way of introducing her.
“How many shows have you done?” he asked with another swallow of beer, getting back to their conversation.
Katou removed his arm from around Caleb’s shoulders, nodding at the girl, and she nodded back.
“Couple dozen,” Katou answered. “You guys go to a lot of shows? Don’t think I’ve ever seen ya around before.”
“I’ve gone to a couple,” Catra answered. “Not for a while though.”
“Not really,” Caleb admitted. “I’ve kind of been,” he paused taking a sip of his beer as he tried to think of the best word for it. “Off the radar for awhile.” Seemed like the best word for it. “But I definitely think I’m going to have to go to more.”
Katou frowned a little, not sure what to make of the weird pause or the nearly amused look that Catra shot Caleb that he couldn’t quite make out. “Well, we try to play as much as possible, so I could get ya on the guest list if you wanted.” Katou went to more shows than he played, but he couldn’t add anyone to the guest list if he wasn’t playing.
Caleb wasn’t trying to lie about his past. But it wasn’t exactly something he opened with either. “Yeah?” Caleb asked with a raised brow. “I guess I’ll have to start going to more shows then.” He’d probably end up dragging Catra along too. If she wanted. He looked over at her then back at Katou. “Catra too?”
“Yeah, sure,” Katou said. There was no harm in that; it wasn’t like he or anyone else in his band were putting anyone on the guestlist. “You guys dating or something?”
Catra burst out laughing so suddenly that Katou was nearly startled.
Catra wasn’t the only one laughing. Caleb was too. Though it wasn’t quite as sudden as Catra’s. More like he joined in after she started laughing. “No,” he said between bits of laughter. “She’s my sister.”
Katou was a little embarrassed,but he didn’t think he could really be blamed for his assumption. Caleb and Catra didn’t look anything like one another. He couldn’t read the vaguely surprised-yet-pleased expression that Catra shot Caleb either, not that he tried very hard. None of it was really any of his business.
“Oh,” Katou said. “I wouldn’ta guessed. But yeah sure, you guys are both welcome at all of my shows. Ima head out for a smoke before the next band starts. You guys wanna tag along?”
If the idea of dating Catra wasn’t so ridiculous, Caleb probably wouldn’t have blamed Katou for the assumption. They didn’t look even remotely alike after all. Maybe eventually he’d explain the whole foster thing.. Now wasn’t exactly the time. “Thanks,” Caleb said to the invitation to future shows.
“Sure,” he added. He didn’t smoke, but it’d be good to get outside for a bit. “Catra?”
“I’ll stay in here,” Catra said.
Katou shrugged, and then led Caleb to the patio out front. Once there, he hopped up onto the top rail, and pulled a pack of smokes from his pocket.
“I didn’t getta ask after last time, but how were your knuckles after that little skuffle we got into last time?” he asked. His own bruising and split lip had only just healed.
Caleb nodded at Catra before following Katou outside. He leaned against the railing, folding his arms over his chest. That was until Katou’s question, which caused him to flex his hand instinctively. “I had to ice them a bit,” he replied honestly. Catra hadn’t asked any questions, which he figured she wouldn’t. “But the bruising is gone now. How about you?” He wasn’t just referring to Katou’s hands either. He knew the guy had other injuries that night.
Katou shrugged. “Yeah, all healed up, more or less,” he said. “It weren’t so bad. I’ve had worse.”
Caleb gave a bit of a nod at that. “Yeah,” he said. “Me too.” Though that one hadn’t been nearly as bad for him as it was for Katou. “How often do you get in situations like that?”
“Where it’s three on one and I’m the one?” Katou asked with a wry smile. “Try to avoid that one as much as possible.” He shrugged. “Fights in general are pretty common though. Couplea times a week, I guess. Sometimes less.”
Caleb had not gotten into that many fights. Even when he was in Juvie. “What do you do to piss so many people off?” he half joked, a smirk on his face. Although he was actually curious about the answer.
“Who says they’re not pissing me off?” Katou asked, raising an eyebrow. Because it was true, he did instigate most of the fights he got in. People just pissed him off, and punching things… well, it helped him feel better about the shit show that was his life.
“The case in the alley though might’ve been because I slept with the lead meatheads girlfriend.” He shrugged and grinned. “I can’t help it if girls find me irresistible.”
“Point taken,” Caleb replied with a smirk. “Remind me not to piss you off then,” he added pushing some of his hair out of his eyes.
But yeah the alley fight definitely hadn’t seemed like something Katou would have instigated himself. Unless he was looking to get hurt. “Ah,” he gave a small nod. “I mean if I was any of those guys’ girlfriend I would have cheated too.”
“I think you’re probably fine.” Katou didn’t fight people he liked too often. Maybe if they really deserved it.
Katou snorted. “Right?” he asked. “I don’t know why anyone would bother dating them in the first place.” He frowned, tilting his head. “I mean, unless varsity football star is your thing.” Which, evidently, it was for a lot of people.
“Ah,” Caleb commented with a knowing nod. “Shallow girls always go for the jocks.” At least from what Caleb had observed. “The rich girls steal. The pretty girls lie. The smart girls play dumb. And the dumb girls spend their days trying to be all of the above.” He wasn’t sure where the hell that came from but the words just came tumbling out of his mouth. And he couldn’t shake the feeling he had said it before too. Weird.
He pushed that feeling aside and shrugged his shoulders. “At least from what I’ve noticed.”
Katou snorted. “Ain’t that the truth,” he said, grinning. He was pretty sure that Caleb wasn’t in high school anymore, but it was still pretty damn accurate. “Nice little speech you had prepared there,” he added.
“Yeah,” Caleb said, taking a swallow of his beer. “Kinda just came to me,” another shrug. “But I guess you spend enough time at different schools and see the same shit over and over again. It sticks with you.”
“Yeah? You move around a lot?” Katou asked. He was still at the same high school his parents had enrolled him in, even if he hadn’t actually been home in close to three years. Seemed easiest for everyone involved.
“Yeah. Happens with foster care,” he shrugged. “That’s how I know Catra.” How she was his sister. If Katou was still wondering.
“Foster kid, huh? Glad I dodged that bullet,” Katou said. Seemed like a whole lotta hassle just to be shipped off from house to house. “That’d explain why you and Catra look nothing alike.”
“Squatting is probably better,” Caleb agreed. Though he didn’t know what Katou’s story was or why he was squatting. He didn’t ask though. Katou could share if he wanted. Or not. Caleb wasn’t the type to push.
“Yeah,” Katou said. At the very least, he liked the independence more. He’d decided he wasn’t going to listen to anyone anymore, not if he didn’t want to, and it seemed like foster care was a good way to make sure that you still had to listen to people.
It did sometimes get… He frowned a little to himself, not really sure what. Katou’d accepted his lot in life, he definitely didn’t need anyone else in it mucking it up. Even if, sometimes lately, he felt like there was someone missing.
“It’s pretty sweet. No curfews, no on to tell me not to drink. Living the dream.”
“Minus the shower situation,” Caleb replied with a smirk. Katou hadn’t taken Caleb up on his offer yet but Caleb wasn’t one to pry or push it. He just wanted to help out if he could.
“Minus the shower situation,” Katou agreed. He tilted his head a little, hearing the pouding of drums inside, and his face split into a grin. He finished the rest of his cigarette, sucking it back and then tossing it into the parking lot on the other side of the fence, hopped down from his perch, and grabbed Caleb by the elbow. “Come on, sounds like they’re about to start.”