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Seth Hajji ([info]lettuce_rejoice) wrote in [info]paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-09-16 21:21:00

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Entry tags:min, raijin

Who: Mirza but open to anyone.
What: Just sittin' around, contemplating life and avoiding the telephone, yo.
Where: Stairwell!
When: Late in the evening of Sept. 16.
Warnings: TBD



Mirza was getting tired of this journal thing. It just didn't seem like he could say the right thing whatsoever. For once in his life, he was feeling completely out of his depth and unsure of himself. That did not happen. Ever. So he had left his apartment just as his phone had started ringing. (A quick glance back had revealed that it was his boss, Tony. Nooooo thank you.) Honestly, he hadn't even bothered to put on shoes or a shirt and had just taken his keys with him since all he was going to do was sit on the stairs between the fourth and third floors.

The arches of his feet were aching already even as he sat on the stairs halfway down. Or was that pessimistic? No, it was down as he had been walking down. It wasn't a glass half empty/full moment. He rested his elbows on a stair behind him and leaned back as much as he could without being uncomfortable. Maybe this move had been a bad idea. Alright, he couldn't rightly stay in a building that was going to be torn down but maybe he should have kept looking or something. Then again, he had to remind himself that not everyone was going to like him no matter how much it hurt his poor, tender heart.

He tapped his fingernails on the stairs, looking up at the ceiling like it was going to help him. "Oh what to do, what to do," he muttered to himself. He just could not decide.


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[info]the_calm_before
2010-09-17 09:29 am UTC (link)
Ren had just left his apartment. He had his sweats and running shoes on, and he was currently scrolling through his iPod looking for something to upbeat enough to start his ritual run with. And because using an elevator to go down the hotel to go exercise seemed pretty lame, he had started down the stairs.

He looked up before getting too far down the steps and stopped because there was someone sitting in the middle of the stairway. He slipped the headphones down so they circled around the back of his neck and looked down the stairwell. This must be one of his neighbors that he hadn't made the effort to actually meet yet. If he wanted to be more out going, then he probably should try.

"Hey, you ok?" Ren raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is it comfortable sitting there?"

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-17 01:21 pm UTC (link)
Alright, he was admittedly surprised at a voice at his back and Mirza arched his back so he could look at the guy - upside down. It would've been easier to turn around. It would not have show off his flexibility to turn. He'd had to decide which was better - showing off or doing the easy thing. Always, he went for showing off.

Sweat-pant hottie was hot. "I can quite confidently say that no it isn't," Mirza answered with a faint smile. "If your follow up question is 'then why are you sitting there', I have no idea. I just needed a quiet place." His smile broadened and he held his hand up towards the pretty young man, "Hi. I'm Mirza Naji in 402."

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[info]the_calm_before
2010-09-17 02:48 pm UTC (link)
Ren smiled a little too, recognizing this person from forum after the introduction. He was surprised that apparently he met someone from that right off the bat. He might have to hang out there more often, people seemed pretty friendly when you met them online first. He sat down just few steps above from Mirza and took his hand, shaking it lightly.

"Oh, so your the one making the move in high heels? I'm Ren Raikou in 404. I guess we're neighbors, and the only ones who live on this floor so far."

He couldn't tell age of the person leaning back toward him (damn talk about flexible) but what Ren could tell, was that Mirza wasn't a girl. There were a list of things that he noticed off the bat, not the right body type, the Adam's apple, and for the simple fact that he had Japanese cousins who liked to dress up, cosplay, and at first he hadn't been able to tell that they were male. That had gotten him in trouble and made him a little more than gun shy around Asian looking girls.

"A quiet place?" He looked around the stairwell. He expected a faint echo from their voices. "Was the music too loud in your apartment?"

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-17 03:09 pm UTC (link)
Mirza hadn't really met anyone in the building yet and now, well he was kind of not wanting to. Whatever. It didn't matter. It wasn't like he was never going to talk to his old friends again or something. Most of them hadn't lived in his old building in the first place. "Ren Raikou," he repeated, rolling the R's a bit just to give it flavor. "Well now you have a neighbor. And yes... Never climb stairs holding a box in heels. It was like I was inviting death."

He slipped up a few steps to be sitting beside Ren rather than contorting his spin. One knee raised higher than the other, he rested his arm on it and slid his fingers into his thick, curly hair to settle his head in his hand. "No," Mirza was amused at the things Ren was picking out of his journal, "I just like being out in public even when I'm trying to think."

Licking his lips lightly, he asked a question with a very obvious answer, "Going out for a run are we? It's kind of late for that."

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[info]the_calm_before
2010-09-17 03:24 pm UTC (link)
Ren didn't really have to many friends, aside from Chris. He normally kept to himself. It had seen him through college and there at least he hadn't bothered to try and change. Now he was regretting it a little. So in this new place with some new people he thought he might step out of his comfort zone.

He smiled a little bit and covered up a laugh, nodding. "I'll be sure to remember that. If I'm ever in heels."

Ren took off his glasses and looked at them before wiping them on his shirt to get the smudges off. "Ah, I rarely like being in public. Anxiety I guess, but I do like going out to the beach."

"Yeah, it is. I like running at night though. I guess there are less people out." He shrugged. "As long as I don't go near any bars or night clubs, it seems less crowded."

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-17 03:32 pm UTC (link)
Mirza would have been ridiculously jealous of Ren going to college but... it was his own fault that he hadn't made it. He at least had interesting life experiences to replace it. Most of them had to do with strippers and junkies though and that wasn't exactly a nice story to be telling... well anyone really.

He gestured to his bare feet with his free hand, "Deep tissue bruises, I'm telling you. It's awful. I feel like my toes are going to fall off at any moment." Alright, that was an exaggeration but who cared really?

Frowning, he reached out to lightly touch Ren's arm with just his fingertips - it was a test of a touch really since the pretty guy was a self-proclaimed anxiety case, "Well, don't be anxious around me, m'kay? Even if I am against the beach."

Mirza arched an eyebrow. Really? Less people? He didn't think so. The disbelief showed on his face, "I wouldn't know. I'm usually working this time of night. And where I work is always crowded."

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[info]the_calm_before
2010-09-18 06:09 am UTC (link)
Ren looked down at the other man's feet. He couldn't really tell, but it sounded like it hurt. "Ouch, I guess you should keep off of them then. I guess you won't be wearing heels any time soon." He had thought he had been joking about walking up stairs in heels a first, but now he guessed that it wasn't a joke at all. "It might make it worse if you tried."

He was a little surprised by the touch, but he just looked down at the other man's hand and then glanced back up at him. He'd get anxious around a group of people, but he was just fine around a single person. Ironically the job he kind of hated seemed to be making it a little easier to be social. It came more natural the more he practiced it.

"Sure, if you say so. How come you don't like the beach?" He reached out and mimicked the same touch on Mirza's arm. He even nudged him a little.

At the mention of working at night, Ren became pretty curious about Mirza's job. "So where do you work? Can't be worse than my job. I hate my job."

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-18 06:29 am UTC (link)
It really did hurt. Deep tissue bruises were the worst. It always felt like they went right down into the bones themselves. "I should but here I am instead, on stairs. Again. What is it with me and stairs?" It was a good question! Why did he keep coming back to the stairs?

Mirza arched an eyebrow and smiled. It wasn't a suggestive look, just one of caution. If Ren told him 'no touchy' he'd try to abide by that. But nothing was said so he took it as okay. Each time it might get to be a little more until he learned the limits.

"Beaches are... confusing clashes of environments. Water and desert. Or maybe I just don't like sand in my ass," he noted with an amused tone and a gentle shove of Ren's arm. Not away, mind you, just a little bit of pressure.

Mirza cleared his throat and glanced away down the stairs, "I'm a stripper actually." A bit blunt but hey, he'd brought it up and Ren had asked.

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[info]the_calm_before
2010-09-19 07:01 am UTC (link)
Ren rested his chin on his arm and his elbow on his knee and laughed a bit. "Water and desert? I've never really thought about it like that." He shrugged a little bit. "I just think of people hanging out and having fun, but the sand in the ass is pretty annoying, I'll give you that."

"I think I want to learn how to surf since I live here now."

He suddenly felt like he needed a cigarette. He looked around the stairwell, up then down, and didn't see any non-smoking signs, but it probably still wouldn't be appreciated. He was trying to kick the habit he had acquired in art school, but he hadn't been able to yet. He didn't bring his pack with him and he was going to go running eventually anyways.

"Strip...per? Really?" He looked over at Mirza, his blue eyes widened slightly in surprise.

He was naive in some ways, but he had attended art school on the west coast. Still he hadn't realized that this guy he had just met on the stairs leading down from his apartment would be in that profession. When he thought of male strippers Chippendales or something like that seemed to come to mind. Women wanted to watch that type of guy, not like himself or Mirza...

Oh, he was that kind of stripper.

Sometimes Ren was a little slow with the connections, and his thought process showed clearly on his face through his expressions. One could almost pinpoint the moment when the realization had dawned on him. Well damn, did he feel stupid at the moment.

"Ah, ok, well I guess that explains the heels." He smiled, and it was almost apologetic in a way to make up for his lack of quicker brain power.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-19 02:04 pm UTC (link)
Mirza laughed - a soft and rather feminine sound. Well, it matched the rest of him didn't it? "Few people do. My mind works in mysterious ways. And there are places you can hang out that don't put sand in your ass and have bars and not as many tourists." He smiled at Ren's comment and added mischievously, "You'd look cute on a surf board."

He had been looking for the same thing for awhile but Mirza had resigned himself to just leaning out of his apartment window when he wanted to smoke. Screw what anyone else thought of it. They didn't like it, they could get out of his presence. Of course, he wasn't really the apologetic type...

"Mm-hmm," he confirmed, looking almost smug that he had surprised Ren. A lot of male strippers were the Chippendale type but then there were the guys like him. Maybe the women didn't like him at first. Same with the guys. But the club he worked at went for completely nude and, well, that's where he shined. It was the only way he could get away with being a stripper.

Mirza was giggling. He could practically see the gears rolling and grinding in Ren's mind. It was enough that he reached up to play with the shorter, straighter hair of the Asian boy while he was distracted. Ren was too cute in a lot of ways.

"Does it? I thought I just liked heels. On the rare occasion I have a girlfriend it confuses the Hell out of them."

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[info]the_calm_before
2010-09-19 04:03 pm UTC (link)
"Yeah, but you can't see people in their swim suits at bars and other places where people hang out. Besides," He leaned back on his elbows and looked up at the ceiling must like Mirza had been doing when Ren had first stumbled upon him. "The colors at the beach are so much more vivid than a bar." He was an artist, even though he didn't always feel like one, especially at work.

"Cute, huh?" He reached up and fluffed his hair. At it's current length it was hard to mess up. It had been longer before he got the job at Disney. "Won't be so cute if I fall off and drown. Hm, maybe I should invest in some water wings." He smiled as he attempted to joke.

"Huh, never met a stripper before. I guess you make good money?" Ren didn't want to admit to never having frequented one of the establishments himself. He was always tight for cash and figured it might be bad if he did something like that. Especially if he got drunk. Although now who knows with Chris around. Ren was always more extroverted and sure of himself around his friend, but that also had the flip side of them possibly getting into trouble as well.

He obviously didn't mind simple innocent touches like the ones Mirza was experimenting with. He felt like a little kid though when he started playing with his hair. He ducked his head down and shook it. Had it been day time, he might have spiked or done something that would take an equal amount of time and gel.

"Girlfriends? Oh, does it?" He looked confused again, but tried to hide it. "I guess I wouldn't know anything about that, aside from the fact that I don't wear heels." There, a small tid-bit that he was terribly embarrassed about, shared just in case he had offended the other man with his assumptions. Hopefully it would distract him from Ren's surprise that Mirza apparently liked girls.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-19 04:28 pm UTC (link)
"No... If you go to the right clubs, you can see them in less," he said a bit lewdly. What, it was true? He'd seen girls in clubs in nothing but saran wrap and some ribbon in the right places. Holy Hell, those were good nights. Mirza laughed and shook his head a little, "You clearly haven't been going to the right places, honey."

The image of Ren on a surfboard in water wings was strange at the least - ridiculously adorable at the most and Mirza giggled a little, grinning, "That would just make you sickeningly cute. And now I want to risk the sand in bad places to see it."

Mirza sighed a little. Ah money. It always came back to money. "Not really. You see, I have morals. So I'm not about to go into the backroom and suck some guy off for extra cash." Yeah, it was one of those places. Prostitution was illegal in California of course but that didn't stop it from happening. Just thinking about it made him pout so he kidnapped Ren's arm hugging it and putting his head on the other's shoulder. If he couldn't play with Ren's hair, he was going to cuddle.

More giggling. It was so funny to hear the surprise and confusion that pretty much always occurred. Mirza was a contradiction in terms all over the place and he liked it that way. He suppressed a grin before asking cheekily, "So that means you wouldn't know anything about girlfriends then?" Yes, he was kind of obscurely asking if he knew anything about the other but he wasn't going to say that out loud. The grin couldn't stay forced away forever though and it showed quickly after the question.

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[info]the_calm_before
2010-09-19 06:24 pm UTC (link)
"I guess I haven't been. I don't get out much" That was because he spent most of his free time in his room playing video games or drawing. He felt like such a shut in. He had certainly never had the experience of the club scene. If he had, his brain might explode and come leaking out of his nose.

"We'll see. Maybe I should just start on smaller waves first and then build up to the ones I would probably need water wings for." He would never wear something so silly out in public. It would make him far to aware of himself and everyone else as well. It was like he had a permanent form of stage fright.

Things like that really happened? All of it sounded more like a comic book world or in a movie to him than something that could actually occur in the real world. Maybe he was really sheltered. That made it all the more important that he experience what his new home had to offer.

He blinked and looked down as suddenly the smaller man was clinging to his arm like a child or like how he imagined a girlfriend would. He tested Mirza's grip and pulled on his arm a bit, although; the idea of working in a place like that would probably have made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

"A-are you ok?" He looked a little anxious and uncomfortable, but if it was comforting the other man, he could probably endure it.

Ren blushed slightly at the change in subject and now regretted the admission. "Ah, well I normally keep to myself, and I don't go on dates very often." It was all excuses really. He had almost been with a girl once, back at college, but she had had to leave early on their first date, and he had been chickenshit and hadn't called her back.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-20 03:08 am UTC (link)
"We should definitely change this," Mirza said with enthusiasm. He was always for taking people out on the scene and breaking them of introverted habits. It was fun. It sometimes made crazy interesting people... Sometimes it didn't but hey, he at least would try.

Water wings... Hee. Such fun. "Or you could, you know, try on a mound of sand first. I hear that's a valid learning technique." Heard. Saw on a cartoon. Whatever. Same difference.

Yeah, things like that happened. It might have sounded unreal but when you worked in sleazy joints, sleazy things happened. He'd do a lap dance, yeah, but he damn well wasn't going to do anything else and he didn't know why some guys felt it was necessary to whore themselves out for extra cash. If you couldn't make due... Well that was your own damn fault.

Mirza's grip was not iron. If Ren really wanted to, he could've pulled his arm away but he really hoped that Ren wouldn't want to. "Yeah... Well no and yes. I hate working there but I don't have any other talents besides dancing and taking my clothes off. Yay for me I guess." Mirza had no secrets really. If Ren asked him a question, Mirza was going to answer as honestly as he could.

It was completely adorable the way Ren blushed and while it may have made the Asian boy feel uncomfortable, Mirza wasn't really going to let up without being told No. "That's unfortunate. You're very cute. I'd date you if you were into boys. You know, if we're going only on a short conversation and appearances. You seem like a very nice guy. The kind that wouldn't cheat or hurt someone on purpose."

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[info]the_calm_before
2010-09-22 02:51 pm UTC (link)
"Ah, maybe next time I have a day off we could." He smiled. "I'm not much of a partier though, just so you know." He had been drunk before, but normally he drank by himself. Chris was a fun drunk though, but man they had both come a long way since high school parties.

It was a little strange having anyone, let along the smaller man he had just met cling to him. The only time it had really ever happened before was on a trip to visit family in Japan. A few of his younger cousins would cling to their "American" cousin. It wasn't a bad feeling, it was just different.

"See now, I hate my job too, but I think it's a requirement for me to keep my clothes on. I do work for Disney after all." He sat back up, popping his back. Laying with your back on the stairs really wasn't comfortable.

"I'm sure you have other talents. Moving in heels may not be something to put on a resume, but hey, I wouldn't have thought of it."

"Uh, thanks?" He coughed at the mention of Mirza wanting to date him. "Wait, I thought you said you were into girls?"

Changing the conversation away from him. Ren wasn't ready to answer or think about those kinds of things. Just because he hadn't had a date since college didn't mean he was suddenly interested in the same sex, right? Oh crap! Ren was busily trying to think of a way to turn off his brain that didn't include dying on the spot.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-09-22 08:02 pm UTC (link)
"Don't worry," Mirza noted in a sing song sort of voice, "I can fix that. I can make a partier out of anyone." Well, he hoped he could anyway. His reputation for partying hard was on the line here!

He laughed at the joke about Disney. Ever since moving here he had heard people talk about working at Disney and complaining. God, how they complained. And the secrets! You couldn't even talk about the people in the costume characters (even if you could see their face) just to keep the magic alive. What the Hell?

"Uh-uh. I don't. I always wanted to be a dancer... Just not this kind. I fucked up my grades in high school and couldn't go to an arts school. So I just kind of take dance lessons and audition and hope and pray and... fail. A lot." That might have been too much information but Mirza wasn't exactly one to have a whole lot of secrets.

He arched an eyebrow at the strange question and laughed, "Never heard of someone being into both girls and guys? 'Cause I am with a slight preference towards guys. That doesn't mean I'm going to maul you though. I mean - no more than this." He didn't want Ren to think he was a rampant sex fiend (even though he kind of was) that he wouldn't be safe with.

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[info]the_calm_before
2010-09-25 05:35 pm UTC (link)
Ren smiled a little and looked over his glasses at the small man singing about how he would turn Ren into a club animal. "Why do you want me to go to a club? Don't tell me you want to see me out on the dance floor acting like a drunk fool. Because that would probably happen." Ren liked alcohol, but he had little tolerance for it. Because of that he was prone to doing stupid shit when drinking.

Ren recalled watching a movie called "Flash Dance" with one of his sisters when he had been younger. The girl in that movie hadn't had the right requirements for her to get into art school or the dancing troupe, whatever it was. Maybe things just didn't really work like that. It was only a movie after all, and made in the 80's too.

"I'm guessing you don't have a bucket of water pour on you at the end of your dance, right?" He tried to ease the tension and turn the conversation in a way to make the other guy smile.

"Of course I have, I just," He furrowed his brow in thought as he tried to make the words come out easily. "I just haven't met anyone who admitted it so easily, and so quickly."

He arched an eyebrow at the idea of the smaller man mauling him. It was actually a kind of funny image to imagine. Like something out of a sitcom.

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-02 03:17 pm UTC (link)
Mirza laughed, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand and smiling more at the ceiling rather than Ren. "I don't like to go alone and you're the one friend I have in the building. It's got nothing to do with you acting like a drunk fool. Besides, I'll be more drunk than you I'm sure..." Ren would probably have to make himself the designated driver unless they planned on catching a cab.

He blinked at the Flash Dance reference and arched an eyebrow, "Uh, no. All the other dancers would murder me because the stage would need to be mopped and everyone would leave. Or they'd slip and fall." Sometimes, reality just wasn't as fun as the movies was it?

Mirza licked his lips lightly and smiled almost shyly at his knees. With a little shrug of his shoulders he said, "I don't see why I should hide who I am. I'm perfectly comfortable with myself in all areas. If other people can't handle that then... they can fuck off."

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[info]the_calm_before
2010-10-03 02:54 pm UTC (link)
Friend, huh? But hadn't they just met, or was making friends really this easy?

Ren looked forward and down the stairs in thought. Maybe it was as simple as keeping yourself apart from others. Mirza was pretty much laying everything out in front of him, hiding nothing of what he was, Ren assumed. He always tried to hide himself, his apartment, his hobbies away from others. It was more than just a fear of being ridiculed he thought. Analyzing it on a stairwell seemed awkward though.

He laughed softly and grinned at Mirza. "I don't know. I can get pretty smashed pretty quickly. Maybe we should get my friend Chris, he lives a floor down, and make him be our designated driver." Ah, the irony in that suggestion. He laughed to himself as he imagined Chris being stuck as the driver. He'd be so pissed.

He looked a little sheepish as Mirza took what was supposed to be a joke and talked about it seriously. "Yeah, and if they are all wearing heels, they would probably end up bruised in more places than just the feet if that happened."

There was something very powerful about not caring what other people thought and believing in yourself. Ren knew that very well and wished he had it. He was very aware of what others thought of him and it often dictated his actions, or inaction. Confidence always impressed him.

"Ah, I'm an animator. Or at least that is what I hope to be. My current job at Disney is just a way to get into the company, hopefully."

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-04 04:31 am UTC (link)
For Mirza, making friends really was this easy. Anyone who let him hang on them was his friend, m'kay?

So far, he hadn't hidden a thing from Ren. Even his piercings were kind of in full view since he had neglected to put a shirt on though he didn't try to hide those at all. But it was a very awkward thing to start analyzing your lifestyle on a stairway so Ren should probably just stop it right now. Stop.

"Oh the more the merrier!" Mirza was always for bringing people along. "I'd bring my sister Isra but she doesn't live in California... She's so fun to hang with though." And now he was a little home sick. He missed all his siblings. All four of them. And he missed his parents. There were a lot of times when he thought about just giving up and going home... But he was still here.

He laughed and shook his head, "The dancers don't wear heels, silly! People come to see men, not boys in dresses." Yes, he was taking it seriously even though he was laughing. It was educational, right? Right.

Oh dear, a Disney boy. "You're going to be there forever, honey. I've had friends in the same position as you and they all eventually quit. They got tired of the strict and stupid policies and all the secrets they had to keep from their friends." The Mouse was ridiculously secretive. Even he knew you couldn't even talk about the people in the character costumes. It was all about keeping the illusion and the magic.

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[info]the_calm_before
2010-10-05 03:51 pm UTC (link)
"It would be kind of difficult to bring someone along who wasn't in California already." Ren had a good natured smile. He had sisters too, but he wouldn't dream of taking them out partying. The idea that either of those two sticks in the mud could actually have a good time was at war with Ren's perception of them. Of course he hadn't been at college with either of them, so who knew?

"Ok, so you work at a joint where they cater primarily to women? Although I guess there is a certain type of man who would go to see that too." Ren wouldn't admit it out loud, but he thought that Mirza would probably look pretty good in a dress.

"No, I won't. I hate it. I don't even see the actors really. I work in the Animation Building as an usher." Ren had already promised himself that if the job at Disney didn't pan out, which it looked like it wouldn't, he wouldn't remain there. He couldn't prove his father wrong if he stayed an usher his whole life.

"Actually, I've been thinking about making like a Web based cartoon. I just need some inspiration."

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[info]lettuce_rejoice
2010-10-11 02:55 pm UTC (link)
Mirza laughed at the simplicity and easy fact of that particular statement. Yeah it would be hard to drag someone along who wasn't in the state. That didn't mean he wouldn't try to drag them out anyhow. His eldest sister and one of the triplets would get so mad at him if they didn't get to go clubbing with him. It would've been funny really actually.

He nodded, tucking an errant strand of hair behind his ear, "Yeah, on both parts. Women and men show up for the shows. Sometimes even married couples come in which is weird." He did not see the need to mention that sometimes those couples tried to pay the strippers to go home with them...

Mirza scrunched up his nose. He really did not like the idea of working at Disney. They were evil. Pure, unadulterated evil. "God, you don't even get to do the drawing stuff on main street or whatever it is?" He hadn't been to Disney Land in ages to be honest.

Alright, Ren shouldn't have said that. Now he was going to do the stupidest idea ever. "You should do one about stripper vampire slayers. Gratuitous violence and flesh are always favorites on the net." He was mostly kidding at least.

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