Gar Logan (![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif){kind=small} lewdgreendude) wrote in ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/community.gif){kind=small} utr_logs,@ 2008-05-21 22:11:00 |
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What: The Adventures of Beast Boy and Kid Jailbait
When: 1920's Chicago
Warnings: Maybe a couple.
In the Middle Agey Times, Gar had talked like a Shakespeare character (although he was well aware that Shakespeare was writing during the Elizabethan era, and thus technically occurred in the Modern Age). No one had seemed to care. In the Old West, he'd done his best John Wayne impression, and his John Wayne impression was really the stuff of legends. No one had taken much notice of that either.
At the moment, Gar was talking like a Dick Tracy reject.
To his complete lack of surprise, no one cared.
Gar walked into the shop, fedora worn high and proud. "I'm here looking for a gift, see? A nice one, see? Pretty girl, big birthday, make it happen, see?"
"Here, you're green, you are!" exclaimed the shopkeep, plainly East End accent clashing strongly with the newfound Chicagohood of the storefront.
"Yes. Well done," said Gar, dropping his bad voice acting. "I've been drinking a lot of absinthe at the local speakeasy. Can we focus here?"
"...sure, guv'."
"Good." After negotiating for his purchase, Gar and the man came to an agreement regarding payment: Gar told him the address of this magical green-making speakeasy, and he got Rose's gift that had been reserved for another customer. "Pleasure."
With that, Gar placed the gift in his hat, put the hat on his head, and turned into a cheetah, the hat disappearing wherever his clothes always went. "I'll see you later, guy! I got a girl to give a pretty thing."
The shopkeeper watched as the talking green cat left. "I have to get some of that absinthe."