Katou (![]() ![]() @ 2021-06-16 22:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | angel sanctuary: yue katou, life is strange: rachel amber |
Who: Katou and Rachel
What: Rachel and Katou meet up at an indie show
When: Early June
Where: Some music venue
Rating/Warnings: High for explicit drug use and references to dealing
Status: Complete
Katou went to a lot of shows - either sneaking in through a back door or getting in for free because his band were openers; occasionally he’d pay for a ticket but he didn’t normally have the cash for it, especially not if he intended to drink - but he rarely went to indie shows. As far as he was concerned, the people who went to indie shows were stuck up, out to lunch, and/or hipsters - usually, they were all three.
But with a name like Consenting Tits, he couldn’t really pass this one up. Besides, the chick on the network had seemed cool, and she’d gone to one of his shows, so it only seemed fair.
He’d beelined for the bar as soon as he got there and picked up the cheapest beer on the drink list (yet another reason punk shows were superior: the beer was cheaper, and they tended to look the other way if you were at least attempting to be sneaking when sneaking in your own booze), and then scanned the crowd, looking for Rachel. It didn’t take him long to spot her, and he sauntered over.
“You come here often?” he asked, grinning toothily at her.
“Hey there.” She flashed a grin at him too. She was dressed in a Consenting Tits tank-top that had been artificially torn, and wore black gloves and spikey bracelets. Her jeans were torn, this time not artificially, and she had her hair slicked back into a tight pony tail. “That line ever work for you?”
“Like, a third of the time,” Katou said, grinning at her. He himself was wearing a tight Rancid t-shirt, sleeves ripped off, faded, fraid, and full of holes, and an even tighter pair of jeans held up with a bullet belt, his shoulder-length hair held back by a black bandana. “It’s definitely more successful when I’m fresh from the stage though. Turns out sweaty punks in bands is a real turn-on for some girls.”
Which was handy, because Katou didn’t really have any interest in putting any real effort in to get the girl.
It might have worked on her not long ago, but she couldn’t tell if he was too young for her or not, and she didn’t want to risk hurting Chloe. That was actually a new feeling and one she needed to think about later.
But he was cute so he got points for that.
“Can’t say that hasn’t worked for me before.” She grinned at him, “Maybe it’ll work in reverse, the lead singer is this really hot chick with really huge--” She was interrupted when someone knocked into her and she promptly cussed him out.
Katou grinned at the cursing. He waited until she was done, taking a long gulp from his beer, before he responded. “Oh good, hot chicks with big tits is exactly my type,” Katou said which… wasn’t necessarily a lie, since those were the types of girls he usually went for.
“I like ‘em with a bit less up top. More than a handful isn’t really polite, you know?” She laughed, flinging her arm around him, “Come on! The best view is usually right up front. This one time the drummer threw up!”
That threw Katou for a loop, and he paused only for a moment before likewise throwing his arm around Rachel’s shoulder and heading with her to the front. When he wasn’t in the pit - and he doubted that some Indie show was going to wind up with much of a pit - he liked being right up against the stage. “That’s gnarly,” he said, laughing at the idea of the drummer throwing up mid-set. His band was probably lucky they hadn’t done anything like that yet, especially given how drunk some of the guys liked to be before they hit the stage.
“So uh,” Katou said, too casual. “You like girls then?”
Rachel grinned at him, “Yeah, totally happened. The mess was disgusting, but it was fucking hilarious.”
She got them to a good position before she answered him, “I’m an omnivore. Got my eyes on this cute girl actually, but we’re not like, official or anything yet.” Did she want to be?
“Oh,” Katou said, a little uncomfortable, and then added, “That’s hot,” because he knew that guys were supposed to find that sort of thing hot.
It wasn’t that Katou didn’t know he found guys way more attractive than he did girls. He just wished he didn’t. Being around someone who was so obviously okay with that was… well, it didn’t feel great.
He looked at the stage, still empty, then toward the door. “I think we still got a couple minutes before things get started. Wanna come out for a smoke?” Among other things.
She eyed him, not quite sure what was going on but picking up a certain vibe from him that was vaguely familiar. But she nodded, “Yeah, I could use a smoke.”
“Cool,” Katou said, leading her out of the venue. He pulled out a pack of smokes once he stepped outside and held the open pack to Rachel, an invitation for her to take one if she wanted, and found a spot to stand that was removed from the rest of the smokers who were milling about the door.
She took one of the cigarettes out and fished a lighter out of her pocket. Rachel had the vague feeling she might not actually need the lighter or at least the fire could be a lot bigger if she wanted, but she shook it off and lit up. “Oh. It’s been too fucking long since I had a good smoke.”
“You a quitter, Blondie?” Katou asked, shooting her a grin. He inhaled deeply and exhaled a stream of smoke into the sky.
“Addictive personality,” She joked, which was not at all a lie. “But a cigarette isn’t gonna hurt anyone, right?”
Well it could hurt plenty of people, but at least she wasn’t drinking or doing any hard drugs. The thought of finding herself in a gutter again was a terrifying one.
“You and me both,” Katou said with a grin. He opened the top of his pack of cigarettes, gave a quick glance around to make sure no one was paying any attention to them, and tipped it over so a small glass jar, filled with a white powder, slid out.
Cocaine wasn’t his drug of choice, but heroin was a lousy party drug and people generally didn’t like to take it at shows when they wanted to get amped up, and selling your chosen poison was generally a bad idea - it was too hard to resist dipping into what you were supposed to be selling, and not having money when the collectors came was a good way to get your ass beaten or worse. He tended to carry around a little bit of cocaine as a kind of ‘free sample,’ as it were, and he doing a bump early in the night with cool people, even if they weren’t going to turn into customers, was never a bad thing.
He fished the key to the padlock that kept his squat locked when he wasn’t there from his pocket, and scooped out a small key bump. “Bump?” he asked.
Rachel stared at it, blinking her eyes. Not exactly what she'd been expecting and she felt a buzzing behind her eyes and in her fingers that made her palms sweat, "I uh..."
God, she wanted it, but she heard Mor's voice in the back of her mind and more than anything she didn't want to disappoint the woman, "I'll have to pass for now."
Rachel shoved her hands in her pockets to keep them under control and felt a strange mixture of pride and disappointment in saying no.
Because sometimes she really missed being wasted without a care in the world.
Katou frowned and shrugged, as if to say your loss, and took the bump himself, stoppering the vial and replacing it in his pack of cigarettes. “Well, if you change your mind,” he said.
Normally, he might have pushed a little harder. He recognized the look in Rachel’s face well enough. She probably wouldn’t take much convincing. But now, well, something recoiled at the idea, though he couldn’t exactly say what it was. It wasn’t that he was a good person. He knew that. When it came down to it, he was the worst kind of person, and he was happy enough to take advantage of someone else if it meant getting a leg up.
But he was also pretty sure that he was going to die sometime soon. This summer, if the vision he’d had was right. And he wasn’t sure if he wanted to be the kind of guy who was buried in a shallow grave with no one there to mourn him.
That, and maybe it’d be nice to have a friend, other than Caleb, who he didn’t also deal for. Youji already owed him $100 that he was pretty sure he would never see again.
“So, you seen these guys a few times, huh?” he said instead, changing the subject.
“Yeah, a few times,” Rachel said, relieved. She felt like she’d passed some kind of test, like in that movie her girlfriend(s) had made her watch. The one with all that walking.
She flashed him a grin, “Should be a lot of fun.”.