Amelia Pond (whosscared) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-07-01 22:09:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, amy pond, mako |
Who: Mako and Amy Pond
When: Friday, June 28, Incorporating this log between Amy and Hawke!
Where: The Hangman, comedy club
What: Drinks and watching comedians!
Rating/Warning: Low/None
Status: Complete!
Amy let Mako pick her up. She’d been told by John that she drove like a maniac, so she didn’t want to subject Mako to her insanity. Anyway, she was excited to get to be the navigator. And after a good twenty minutes of “turn here! Oh, no wait, it was back there...” and “This is your right! Here here here! Wait, I mean left...”’s, they finally arrived at The Hangman.
Amy promised that the first two rounds were on her, because of the shitty directions.
The directions had been pretty shitty. Mako was still wondering why he hadn’t just turned the GPS built into his phone on. But she’d seemed happy to give directions, so he supposed he couldn’t complain too much. In any case, they’d made it alright.
He put the car into park, kindly reminded her to lock the door on her side of the little POS burnt orange and rust Geo Metro, and then they made their way up to the door. “I’ve never been to this place,” he admitted.
Amy locked the door as she was instructed. She may have been a model on a national scale, but she wasn’t above riding in a Geo Metro. Obviously.
"Me neither," Amy confessed--hence all the crappy directions, of course. "But I met the gal who owns the place this week. Randomly. In the supermarket." She pushed open the door to let him into the bar first. “I saved her Cherries. She owes me a drink.”
“That clearly deserves a drink,” Mako slipped through the door and looked around. Was this a comedy club? Weird. “Cherries are a pretty precious commodity, I’ve heard.” He hadn’t heard that. But it sounded like a very nice thing to say.
“Clearly.” Amy agreed with a nod. She was looking around, too. There was a stage of sorts, a bar area. It seemed like a nice enough place. “I told her that I should buy a ventriloquist’s dummy so I could perform here on open mic night,” Amy said, taking hold of his elbow and leading him to the bar area. “But it might be too creepy.”
“Might be?” Mako echoed as they made their way into the place in order to grab seats at the bar. “No. It totally is.” Puppets were creepy, what could he say? “You should do one of those paper craft shows, though. You know, with back drops and stuff. It’d be so cool, you could quit your day job.”
Amy gave a hearty laugh. “What, you don’t think I could pull it off?” She asked, absolutely playfully. “I think I could … actually, I think I’d make a better dumm-----OH MY GOD.” She said, stopping in her tracks and holding out her arm to clothesline him into stopping.
“No. We have to do this. We have to put together a ventriloquist act. Where I sit on your lap. We could do some make-up lines on my face to make me look like a creepy dummy... OH MY GOD, MAKO. We have to do it.”
“OH MY GOD,” he repeated -- after making sure that his head was still attached to his body after such a harsh stop. “Let me think about that Amy! Uhm... nope!”
Amy shook her head. “No, we have to. I’ll set it up, with or without your consent, man. It’s the next big thing. Ventriloquy. Tell your friends.” She took off just as suddenly as she’d stopped, heading up toward the bar to get them some drinks. That was, after all, what this night was about, right?
“We’ll be the most popular kids in high school,” he agreed wryly. Well, Mako had thought that was what the night was about. But now it seemed more about sticking his hand up a puppet’s ass. He prefered drinks, if he had to be honest. He found them both a seat while she was buying -- or getting for free, depending on how far cherry saving went.
Amy came over to the table Mako had found a few minutes later, carrying a couple of rum and Cokes. It was a pretty easy drink, right? Everyone liked rum and coke? She sat down opposite him at the table and set the drinks down. “So... here’s to Tampax commercials.” She said, lifting her glass in a toast.
“To the protection of women’s sanity and clothing everywhere,” Mako agreed with a half of a laugh even as he rose his drink in cheers. It was a funny thing - the commercial spot she’d gotten. But even if the product was awkward, they both knew it was a good stepping stone.
Amy was absolutely thrilled. More exposure was the name of the game, right? The good kind? Hopefully this meant she was going to continue getting good work. She gulped from her glass and set it back down. “So, Mako. Tell me more about your professional goals and dreams.” She smirked. “I mean, I’ve been thinking about branching out. Are you only interested in looking pretty for pictures for the rest of your life?”
Mako laughed at that, furrowing his eyebrows slightly and giving a half embarrassed shrug. “I’ve never really thought about it. Is that weird? I mean. I like what I do. It’s fun, and pretty easy. And it pays well. But I’m still going to school. I dunno. Do you think I should try stepping it up more?”
“I dunno. What are you going to school for?” Amy asked, lifting her glass for a sip. “I don’t know what else to do, really, I just keep looking for more. Perhaps my life isn’t... fulfilling enough. Or something.”
Mako wasn’t of the firm belief that everyone needed huge goals in order to be happy. Maybe that was just it, right? He liked doing what he did, and didn’t think much more on it than that. “Uh-- English.” he grinned sheepishly. “Maybe I should try working harder with modeling, I don’t want to become a teacher.” A pause. “Do you feel unfulfilled?”
“English?” Amy asked, smirking. “You must really like to read.” She’d had some conversations with people about what studying English meant. And it seemed as if it was a one-way ticket to unemployment coupled with heavy student debt. She was fine without a degree, thanks.
“I don’t feel unfulfilled. I just... I feel like I’ve been doing something wrong for so long... now it’s time to start doing something right.”
“Like Tampax commercials?” Mako grinned a little, trying to make light of the conversation -- they were here to celebrate after all, not worry about what they were doing wrong, and how things could be better if they just tried a little harder.
Amy laughed. Lighter conversation was a good idea. “Yes. Exactly. Like Tampax commercials.” She lifted her glass for a drink. “I need to do more of those.” Then the comedian came on to entertain the bar.