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Gar Logan (lewdgreendude) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-05-21 22:11:00

Entry tags:

gar logan, rose frost, time warp plot

Who: Gar and Rose
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."

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lewdgreendude
2008-05-29 04:01 am UTC (link)

"Assuming your home hasn't become a den of iniquity. I passed by the NYU Business School on the way here? It's a whorehouse now. Of course, the only reason I could tell the difference is because what prostitutes do, people like, and Sternies don't go in for that kind of thing."

Gar leaned back in his chair and waved at the girls. Emma had lodged a few scary images in his head, but they didn't bother, probably because Gar's head was a scary place to be. It was bad enough that he was lewd, but Gar was as inclined to ogle a woman's smell as he was her cleavage. Assuming "ogle" was appropriate. "Good luck explaining the boyfriend thing to your father. I'd walk you home, but I don't want to die."

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	diamondclaws 2008-05-29 04:22 am UTC (link)
	"I'm sure my mother would have cleared out and prostitutes by now." There was a bad joke in there somewhere. Rose wasn't going to touch it. She smirked. "My father will deal with it. And he won't hurt you." Rose broke the distance between herself and Gar, leaning in to kiss him on the cheek. "Thank you for the gift, Gar," she said softly. (Reply to this) (Parent) (Thread)

lewdgreendude
2008-05-29 04:43 am UTC (link)

"I'm glad you like it, Rose," said Gar, just as softly, his voice as sincere as it had ever been. "Happy birthday." Then, apparently having gotten it out of his system, his voice became irreverent again. "As soon as someone invents cell phones again, I'm probably going to call you and arrange our date. Champagne, roses, limo. I'll try to come up with some more symbols of excess for us."

Gar got the attention of the bartender and, with some effort, got him to make a fruit juice cocktail by explaining that he just poured in everything he would do for a mixed drink, then leaving out the drink. Then he stood on his stool. "Excuse me, ladies and drunkards, flappers and gangsters, souses of all ages. I, as an Australian gentleman, would like to raise a toast to Miss Rose Frost, who's currently celebrating her birthday! To Rose!"

"To Rose," echoed enough of the assembled lawbreakers to punch through the din of the establishment.

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diamondclaws
2008-05-29 05:20 pm UTC (link)

That shift from sincere to playful was interesting to Rose. She watched his face as it happened and would have made comment if not for the fact that he mentioned a future date. That distracted her in the best way possible. "I'll be expecting a call."

When she was toasted, a faint blush crept onto her face. She enjoyed the attention, though, and smiled at strangers who wished her well. In the distance, she noticed Sophie and Rachel watching her and trying very hard to call her over subtly. Rose mouthed at them to wait a second. Once Gar had hopped down from the stool, Rose met his eyes and smiled. "I'll see you later."

She turned and almost slinked away to her friends, hoping that Gar was watching her go but not willing to turn and check.

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