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Turn Wounds into Wisdom 6c/?
Date: 2014-09-08 09:34 pm (UTC)“What was that awful thing we had before?”, Arcade asked and to his dismay discovered that his voice was already slightly slurry.
Dylan wrinkled his forehead and pointed at a picture of a glass filled with three liquids in three different colours, skilfully poured in layers. “That one.”
Arcade adjusted his glasses. “Are you sure?”
“No.”
Both men chuckled.
“Excuse me”, Arcade said to the bartender. “Can you remember what drink we had before the... ehm.. the...” His face lit up. “Before the Happy Threesome?”
The bartender smiled and pointed at a picture. “A Brahmin Headbutt, Sir.”
“Uh, that one was awfully sweet”, Arcade said.”I very much hope you don’t have to work morning shift because that stuff screams hangover.”
Dylan looked thoughtful at his almost empty glass and shrugged. “No. Lucky me.” Then he drained it and said: “Gimme one that’s not sweet, goddammnit.”
“With pleasure, Sir.” The bartender sedulously set about mixing another cocktail.
Arcade and Dylan watched the stage for a moment. The act was a female pole dancer, and a lot of men at the tables in front of the stage wolf-whistled and threw caps at her. And while Arcade was unable to see anything erotic and sexy in her dance, he could admire the athletic performance. Yet both men had little interest in what was happening on stage.
“Here you are, Sir”, the bartender said behind them and they turned around to see what was in store for Dylan.
“I’ll have a cold beer”, Arcade said, having made his own, unpleasant experiences with the Brimstone’s selection of cocktails; very instructive experiences. At least he now knew that it was a bad idea to sample more than three different kinds of cocktails.
Dylan took a healthy sip of his glass, giving the fruit chopped into very small bits no further notice. His face immediately turned a very dark shade of chestnut.
“Holy shit!”, he gasped and coughing, slammed the glass onto the bar. “What the everliving fuck is that?!”
“Whiskey, barrel cactus juice and finely chopped chillies”, the bartender replied. “We call it the Legendary Cazadore.”
Dylan gave him a bloodshot stare out of watering eyes. “You could have warned me.”
“I apologize, Sir”, the bartender replied smoothly, and Arcade gave up trying not to chuckle.
“Come on, Dylan, at least it wasn’t sweet!”
Dylan grunted, but a small, sheepish grin appeared on his lips. The droplets of sweat on his temples slowly began to dry again, too.
The music fell silent, the pole dancer left the stage, and a man with a microphone announced that shortly, the New Vegas Fallen Angels would be performing. It seemed as if that announcement was transmitted via loudspeakers in the entire Gomorrah, because moments after that announcement, people, that is, men, began to file into the Brimstone Bar.
“Who are the New Vegas Fallen Angels?”, Arcade asked the friendly barkeeper.
“Seriously?” The young man lifted his eyebrows. “You’ve never heard of them?”
“I’ve heard of them, but only the name.”
“Oh well, Sir, you’re in for a treat. These girls are the best strippers between here and Washington D.C.”
Arcade let his eyes sweep over the gathering crowd. Already there were no more seating places at the tables.
“Would you like another beer, Sir?”
“No, thank you, not at the moment.”
He looked at Dylan, but strangely enough, he seemed pretty much unimpressed. “How about some air?”, he asked Arcade. “It’s getting pretty stuffy in here.”
“Sure”, Arcade gave back, and they made their way through the thickening crowd towards the doors leading into the courtyard.
Turn Wounds into Wisdom 6d/?
Date: 2014-09-08 09:35 pm (UTC)“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.
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Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 6d/?
Date: 2014-09-09 11:56 pm (UTC)So glad that Arcade was finally able to tell Julie what's going on; the poor dear needs some help shouldering that load. Also, I really hope that things pan out between him and Dylan b/c damn do I ship that. Hard.
I shall
slap at the refresh button with my gold chainsawait the next installment with baited breath.~BA!Anon
Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 6d/?
Date: 2014-09-10 06:04 am (UTC)-Fish!Anon, eager as ever for the next installment
Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 6d/? A!A Here
Date: 2014-09-10 06:39 am (UTC)I understand where you're coming from regarding the skin colour issue, and don't worry, I am not going to exotify anything. I was just using a picture painted in words to illustrate Arcade's growing feelings.
A!Anon, supporter of equality in all departments.
Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 6d/? A!A Here
Date: 2014-09-10 08:38 am (UTC)Re: Turn Wounds into Wisdom 6d/?
Date: 2014-09-11 12:31 am (UTC)- Thirsty!Anon, living up to the name