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Honey Skye Griffin (queen_of_gods) wrote in paxletalelogs,
@ 2010-10-11 11:15:00

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Who: Lukas and Honey
When: Afternoon
Why: Honey is anxious of course
Where: Starting at Lukas place
Warnings: This thread could go ANYWHERE. So R to start.

This was not the time for a shave and a hair cut…two bits type knock. This was grounds for a fist pounding, blonde bitch, I will take out your eye with my high heels type knock. She couldn’t say why or even understand what compelled her to think that her husband was shacked up here with…what’s his name. She just felt like she should come down from her tower and make sure.

Oh. That’s right. He hadn’t answered her when he had “innocently” asked if Vince was missing and she had asked who the fuck he was. Maybe he had cut him up into bits. Maybe they were butt fucking in the bathtub. She wouldn’t put it past Vince. He was always on the lookout for fuckable holes. Anything he could stick his dick in was good enough for him. He’d probably rape road kill if it had a gaping hole just the right size. Peanut size that is.

“I know you are in there!” she bluffed. She didn’t know at all actually. All she knew was that she was worried and that made her mean. If she got to take it out on someone she didn’t know then what was to stop her.

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queen_of_gods
2010-10-14 03:38 pm UTC (link)

The glass was took and she brought it back and cradled it against her heart. The other hand brought the bottle of SOCO and she nursed the empty glass with the honey pot of spicy bourbon.

She sipped at it dutifully and with scribbly brows watched as he printed her out the next part of their conversation.

"You're so sure?" She asked him, her lips still on the glass, her voice falling into the well of liquid courage. "we're should we look first?"

Then the light bulb went on, "Somewhere where there are lots of ladies? Booze. Colors and music?" She drank her glass down with a heave ho and surmised him with some thing cross between hope and leery loathing,"Do you know anyplace like that?"

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vulpin
2010-10-14 06:31 pm UTC (link)

Lukas wasn't a mind reader, and when Honey buried her mouth against the poisoned apple sweetness of southern comfort, he wasn't able to determine what she'd been saying. So, screwing his jaw to one side and knocking back the murky, shallow remains of his room temperature beer, Lukas stepped forward. A dexterous weave slightly to her side let him catch a last moment glimpse of her lips from the side of that dinosaur kiddie cup. Of course, his investigation seemed almost for nothing when she suddenly perked with a dark plan.

Ladies. Booze. Colors. Music.

The brushstroked swagger of his eyebrows popped, almost concerned by her awareness. That was just the kind of place that Vince would go. Somehow, Lukas didn't imagine that many women knew the truth about their husbands. Not husbands like Vince; one could beat themselves black and blue trying to understand the motives of someone like that.

And so, while Honey's description sounded that they should hail a taxi immediately for Tijuana, Lukas was aware of the next best thing. There was a little cantina Coasta Rican disco across town; notorious for nothing skirts and bucket-sized margaritas.

Backstepping out of the kitchen, he gestured to the bottle in Honey's hand, mouthing his instructions, Bring it. That kind of self-medication was going to be required for any ride on a city bus, as Lukas didn't drive.

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queen_of_gods
2010-10-15 12:26 am UTC (link)

She wouldn't have been surprised by his surprise. Most people didn't realize the depth of the Laurent's multi layered relationship. She just had gotten past the point of caring until recently. Recently she saw red when she thought of him with anyone other than her.

Even if Lukas was adept at reading lips, Honey wasn't. It took her a moment to realize what he had mouthed and to what he was referring. In the end it made more sense to bring the bottle rather than the T-Rex glass.

It looks like he knew a place after all. Unfortunately she wasn't sure it would be much better than his clutter filled apartment.

She pushed off from where she was leaning with a listless nudge of her shoulder, set down the glass gently with the other 20 or so glasses waiting to get scrubbed and fluffed up her hair with a flap of her hand. Smoothing her puffy skirt (while also wiping any dust residue off with a subtle, discreet gesture) she nodded at him with a light in her eyes. Honey Skye was ready.

"Let's do this then." She adjusted the strap of her purse and started walking toward him with a smush of her lips to revitalize her lipstick...of course.

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vulpin
2010-10-15 03:28 pm UTC (link)

Well, now that the princess was prepared, it was time to take the adventure of a lifetime. If it didn't end in a burned down strip club and squirrels roasting on an open fire, they were doing something wrong. Pulling the bottle from Honey, Lukas secured it in the zipped up cave of his black cotton hoodie and took out to the hall of Pax. The door of his apartment was shut, but not secured. A burglar with any sense would turn tail and run if they strolled into his fucked up hovel, especially with that barely domesticated beast snoring in his bed.

Of course, that notepad was not left behind, it was one crucial element to this journey. After a few steps toward the elevator, he broke it out to jot a question. Just making casual conversation, to ease any of Honey's awkwardness. And rather than ask how long she'd been married to Vince, which was his initial inquiry, Lukas thought better of it. Maybe he should steer clear of any Vince mentioning until they found him.

You have a stripper name.

Yes, that was much better.

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queen_of_gods
2010-10-15 06:23 pm UTC (link)

The botton was pressed and she perched herself prettily, her hands clasped in front of her. As tense as she was, there was something exciting and hopeful about finding the love of her life. Even if it was in the arms of someone names Esperanza.

And because of this she glanced over at his notepad curiously. What she read forved her gentle smile into a straight hard line. What was that supposed to mean? She was proud of her name. Talk about an off handed comment. Her spine straightened as much as her baby blues narrowed.

Well you don't even know what letters and words sound like so what do YOU know.

"Yeah? So? What's your point?" She asked him, as the elevator door dinged (not that HE could hear it). She entered because it wasn't like she'd get an answer right away. Didn't he have to jot it down...?

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vulpin
2010-10-15 10:28 pm UTC (link)

He didn't have to know what a name sounded like to know that at least two of the passing through dancers at the Leopard Club were named Honey. It wasn't exactly the kind of name that one regularly came across in an everyday setting, and who in their right mind would name their daughter after a food anyway? It was just about on the classiness scale with Jade Angel.

But Lukas only shrugged when she spoke, and boarded the elevator soon after. He was just making conversation. But rather than explain that, he removed the bottle from his hoodie's confines and decapped it for a swig. Then, as a potential peace offering, he extended it to her.

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queen_of_gods
2010-10-16 07:29 pm UTC (link)

"Well you have the name of an asshole." She glared for a moment but then her face softened and she even let a small smile beckon the bottle. Which she took when it was offered. She managed to get a gulp out before the elevator hit the bottom and the bell yelled at them to get out.

Her cheeks were feeling sort of warm to be honest. Honey Skye hadn't played pass the bottle for a long time.

"My father is a bee keeper." She explained to him, feeling it necessary to defend her GOOD name and not have her slotted with a bunch of sluts. The bottle was passed over before they passed through and arrived outside.

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vulpin
2010-10-16 11:45 pm UTC (link)

Thankfully, Lukas was looking at the panel of elevator buttons when Honey chirped up with that demonic songbird snarl of Well you have the name of an asshole.. so he missed it, sorry!

Lukas did, however, set his attention on a return flight by the time she began to explain things about her father. Beekeeper, huh? The endeared jump of his eyebrows said that he was a little impressed. Honey seemed like the kind of woman that came from red carpet nurseries and silver spoon suppers. Basically, she seemed like a Class-A bitch, but.. as a beekeeper's daughter, Lukas was gardening a second impression.

He returned the bottle to the interior of his jacket and led her out of the elevator with a tilt of his head toward the lobby's exit. Out into the setting, coastline sun. A beautiful explosion of indigo and gold that promised to brew up one of Gogh's kind of starry nights. The bus stop was only a half a block walk, if her heels could handle it. And from there it would be a twenty minute ride, hence the need for a little liquid entertainment.

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queen_of_gods
2010-10-17 04:10 pm UTC (link)

Jack be nimble...dogding her words like a champion boxer.

Well he may have been king of convenient ignorance but she was the supreme ruler of strutting the pavement in pretty shoes. Now...riding the bus was something entirely different and something she'd have to try out. The last time she had ridden on a bus had been to school when she was 13.

She hiccuped spice. Southern Comfort was definitely nothing like wine or just pure bourbon. The splendor of the dusk sunk in somewhat, she certainly paused and gazed up at the sky, the puffed clouds that floated by were like thick spoonfuls of marshmallow fluff but mostly... she was thinking that her cheeks felt hot.

"How do you sign your name?" she asked him after tapping in on the shoulder.

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vulpin
2010-10-17 06:56 pm UTC (link)

Taking a seat on the humble stoop of the bus stop bench, Lukas extended a gentlemanly hand beside him in a gesture of welcome for Honey. He even took the side closest to what appeared to be a newspaper covered in bum spit and tobacco ash.

Her question was a good one, and whether it was the mildly announced interest in his language, or just the liquor doggy paddling through his veins, Lukas smiled. Then, he showed her, letter by letter.

L.U.K.A.S.

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queen_of_gods
2010-10-17 08:48 pm UTC (link)

Honey glanced at the bench for fresh gum or any thing else that would leave a lingering stain on the fine fabric of her frock. When it seemed clean enough she twirled gracefully, skirt spinning out with a big top spin and sat with her ankles crossed.

Then she watched watched his hands and she recited the gestures as he showed them. In the end she was proficient enough to spell it on her own. "Is sign language spelling everything?" She didn't know and although she was curious for her company, her ambitions were tinkering with the idea of taking advantage of such a skill.

That wasn't the only thing she noticed. His hands were nothing like Vinces. "You work with your hands?"

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vulpin
2010-10-17 10:36 pm UTC (link)

Is sign language spelling everything?

He shook his head in an off-hand dismissal, invoking the spirit of cowboys or pirates. Nah, ma'am, nah. For example, he pointed to her, and then gestured the sign for her name; which equated to the tap of a finger on the outskirt of his mouth, and then a touch beneath his lips. Honey.

Reaching out, without asking or even hinting that it was his intention, Lukas did the same gesture to her. The edge of her painted mouth, then just beneath her lips. Honey.

Retracting, there was a brief crosswalk glance down either side of the street that showed no heavy traffic, and Lukas pried the Soco bottle from the gashed zipper bisecting his chest with a wink. Com'on, nobody was watching.

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queen_of_gods
2010-10-17 11:01 pm UTC (link)

Eyelashes fluttered as her chin made an attempt to dodge whatever sort of touch he was attempting to make. Honey wasn't used to demonstrative gestures from many and the ice queen was not practiced in the art of casual contact.

Her academic side kicked in when she found that he was merely demonstrating and when she realized this she started mastersigning. First her name and then his, six times in fact, to commit it to memory.

"Oh?" She trusted him to be the master of public drinking and did not questions the safety of their crimincal activity. "Oh alright..." Her hand was shook, as of he was going to hand her a dripping candle. When it was in her grasp she took a steadying breath, the top was removed and hardy chug was had. She handed it back to him quickly.

She wanted to know what the drink had to do with this journey but then again it really was a stupid question when it came down to it. A more important question seemed to be... "How do you know Vince?"

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vulpin
2010-10-19 04:48 pm UTC (link)

How was it that him and Vince came to be the eternal bromance of all Pax history? That was almost too long of a story to tell, and Lukas screwed his teeth together while stowing away the bottle of liquor back into the gallows of his jacket after she'd sipped. In all actuality, the Southern Comfort had absolutely nothing to do with this venture, but Lukas had been drinking consistently since the night before, and it was a shame to let that kind of buzz slip away from you. As for why Honey was partaking, well.. Lukas was in a sharing mood, and she obviously needed some kind of emotional stabilizer to function in every day society. Unless she wanted to kick in doors and beat on the chests of innocent bystanders.

Sighing with a moment's consideration, Lukas retrieved the notepad and began to sketch out the vague details for her.

I met him at a bar in LA, like six months ago. ~~He stole my date~~ There's not much to tell really. We became friends.

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queen_of_gods
2010-10-20 08:52 pm UTC (link)

"hey!" Honey said, "You can talk now. Did you know? You should be able to hear me! I am a a magical fairy from the planet Vagish" She gave him a push before taking off her disguise, which happened to be teh betty crocker snap buttoned dress she was wearing. Underneath she was wearing pasties with bees. Her underpants had honey pots right on the buns.

Bzzzzzzzzzzz

"You are right! I DO have a stripper name. My Daddy always said I danced the best! Vince had to steal me away!" She got up on the bench and shook her caboose, "Hey BFF of my DH, What do you think of my honey pot buns?" she asked.

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	vulpin 2010-10-21 06:09 pm UTC (link)
	"Wow," was all he got a chance to say before the Anaheim transit bus hopped the curb and ran them over. (Reply to this) (Parent)

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