Thanks to everybody else heading inside for the show, the courtyard was absolutely empty. Arcade and Dylan found themselves a few pillows to sit upon and settled down beside the fountain. “You’re not so keen on seeing the best strippers between here and D.C.?”, Arcade asked after a moment. “Nah.” Dylan lit himself a smoke. “You’ve seen one stripper, you’ve seen them all.” Arcade tried to think of something smart to say, but Dylan had finished lighting his smoke and forestalled him. “Besides”, he said, in a low voice despite them being alone, “...how are we supposed to make people think we’re an item if we spend the rest of the nights staring at bobbing tits?” “That is a point I am unable to contradict”, Arcade said slowly. He felt disinclined to admit to himself the pang of disappointment he felt; had he really allowed himself to believe Dylan shared his sexual alignment?
“Dylan leaned a little closer after exhaling a cloud of steam “We’re almost set now”, he whispered. “They had a complete set in Primm, well, almost complete. They were happy enough to sell it for the new Freeside School, but they had no helmet.” “Too bad”, Arcade gave back, likewise whispering. “What now?” “I was hoping you could tell me.” Dylan took another drag of his smoke. Arcade thought for a moment. “I guess I’ll have to talk to Vincent again, ask him where the Legion had hideouts, stashes, the like. I’ll do it first thing tomorrow. Then come and see me at lunchtime. I’ve got afternoon shift tomorrow, we could have a coffee in the canteen before I have to start working.” “Done”, Dylan said.
Both men sat silent for a while, both lost in thought and more than a little drunk, but both savouring the peace and quiet of the empty courtyard. When the show ended about an hour later and the patrons of the Gomorrah began to spread out over the whole place again and being as it was past midnight, they called it a day.
After finally sinking into his bed Arcade needed a long time to fall asleep, and when he did, he dreamt of dark-skinned hands roaming across white skin. x-x-x-x-x-x
Turn Wounds into Wisdom 6d/?
“You’re not so keen on seeing the best strippers between here and D.C.?”, Arcade asked after a moment.
“Nah.” Dylan lit himself a smoke. “You’ve seen one stripper, you’ve seen them all.”
Arcade tried to think of something smart to say, but Dylan had finished lighting his smoke and forestalled him. “Besides”, he said, in a low voice despite them being alone, “...how are we supposed to make people think we’re an item if we spend the rest of the nights staring at bobbing tits?”
“That is a point I am unable to contradict”, Arcade said slowly. He felt disinclined to admit to himself the pang of disappointment he felt; had he really allowed himself to believe Dylan shared his sexual alignment?
“Dylan leaned a little closer after exhaling a cloud of steam “We’re almost set now”, he whispered. “They had a complete set in Primm, well, almost complete. They were happy enough to sell it for the new Freeside School, but they had no helmet.”
“Too bad”, Arcade gave back, likewise whispering. “What now?”
“I was hoping you could tell me.” Dylan took another drag of his smoke.
Arcade thought for a moment. “I guess I’ll have to talk to Vincent again, ask him where the Legion had hideouts, stashes, the like. I’ll do it first thing tomorrow. Then come and see me at lunchtime. I’ve got afternoon shift tomorrow, we could have a coffee in the canteen before I have to start working.”
“Done”, Dylan said.
Both men sat silent for a while, both lost in thought and more than a little drunk, but both savouring the peace and quiet of the empty courtyard.
When the show ended about an hour later and the patrons of the Gomorrah began to spread out over the whole place again and being as it was past midnight, they called it a day.
After finally sinking into his bed Arcade needed a long time to fall asleep, and when he did, he dreamt of dark-skinned hands roaming across white skin.
x-x-x-x-x-x