Frederick Slade (_scion_) wrote in x_2012, @ 2010-10-10 00:39:00 |
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Entry tags: | scion |
Who: Scion & Ripoff
What: Ripoff goes exploring; and an unlikely rescue
When: Backdated to Tuesday evening
Where: At the gay bar
Warnings: NC-17. Likely to be Decidedly off color. Adult situations. Violence. Foul/derogatory language, drunken and disorderly conduct to abound.
Frederick was out and about in Manhattan on a Tuesday night. For the city that never sleeps, it sure felt to him like the old girl was kinda dozing off. He was having a lackluster time at some little dive or another in Mutant Town that catered to a diverse clientele, and he wasn't talking mutants. He had lost track, this being about the fifth bar he'd hit already with no luck. It was a good thing he wasn't actually on the hunt, or he would have been very sorely disappointed. He was merely out to see the sights, scope out the mutie neighborhood, maybe make a drinking buddy or two. Yeah, about that. Apparently this was high school night, and nobody was talking to the new guy.
Is it the pink hair? Fuck this. Maybe I'll go catch a late movie and head home. This is bull.
He turned around and ordered another drink. While he waited for it to be served, he glanced in the mirror behind the bar. His green Vilain Garçon t-shirt still matched his eyes, and hugged his muscles in all the right places. He was sure his jeans were fashionably low slung and sexy without being cheap. He'd draped his jacket on his stool and was sitting on it, his cel phone safe in a zippered pocket. He was freshly shaved. In short, he thought he looked good. Too bad it seemed to be lost on his audience. Jeez, I'd heard NY crowds were tough, but this is ridiculous.
"Thanks," he told the bartender, tossing a couple of dollars on the bar for a tip. This was where night life got pricey. Booze was expensive in the city. Add tips, and it could easily become a money pit. The ugliest drag queen he'd seen in years announced there were go-go boys coming up in a half hour, and suddenly Frederick felt like maybe this night wouldn't be a total loss. He could chat the boys up, exchange war stories and tricks of the trade. Just because he was retired from that life it didn't mean that he didn't remember these things. He turned back towards the bartender with a grin. "Yo, man! Could I get some singles for the dancers?" he said, handing him a twenty.