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[02 Apr 2011|05:00am] |
Who: Misa and Nico
What: Breakfast in bed
Where: Nico's apartment
When: Friday morning
Status: Incomplete
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[14 Mar 2011|10:29pm] |
Who: Damian & Jason (slight mention of Gabi)
What: A talk needs to be had, and a 'present' needs to be given.
When: Monday, March 14; Evening
Where: Jason's apartment.
Rating: TBD
Status: Incomplete/Closed
Even though when the topic of collaring came up nothing was decided on... Damian hadn't been able to help himself. First he was looking at collars to look, and then he'd found the perfect one to start out with. Blue leather lined in fur, with a single metal loop for a leash if so wished. It even had the option of buckle or lock, but locking wasn't something needed, not now. Later, though...
So yes, he had purchased it, getting the next day delivery specifically. He wanted it quickly, because if he was going to collar Jason, it was going to be before he went back to work in Famous Monsters. He wanted Jason to be protected, for everyone to know that messing with Jason would bring on more serious consequences than before.
So when he approached the door to Jason's apartment, he had a simple wooden box in hand. It was nothing special, just a plain thing with a metal clasp allowing the option to lock it. Once at the door his knocked once, announcing he was there, and then opened the door with the key that Jason had given him.
And entering the small studio apartment, he was met with the smell of food, and the sight of a skinny little emo boy pulling off an apron with... pink skulls on it? A smile quirked at the corners of his lips as the boy put a finger to his lips and pointed to the bathroom. Damian nodded and watched the little boy gather his things and vacate the apartment as if he was never there, which left Damian alone and waiting for Jason.
Moving over to the table, he set the little wooden box down off to the side, looking over the spaghetti with what looked like homemade sauce and meatballs, and wonderfully smelling garlic bread. It made his smile grow wider. Was the boy a psychic?
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[09 Mar 2011|08:16pm] |
Who: ![[info]](https://www.insanejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) jonxjon & rockthemix
What: Drunken/fucked up makeshift weekend.
When: Wednesday night til probably Friday sometime?
Where: A hotel in Vegas
Rating/Status: R (language, drug/alcohol use, dark themes)/In progress
( Let's get a little sideways. )
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[07 Mar 2011|11:56pm] |
Who: Misa and Nico
What: An adventure
Where: The park
Status: Incomplete
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[28 Feb 2011|02:35am] |
Who: Artemis and Nicoli
What: Girls Night
Where: Artemis' place
Status: Incomplete
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[23 Feb 2011|10:55am] |
Who: Sasha, Nick James (bitch!) & OPEN
What: Getting slizzarded & working (but not really)
When: Wednesday, 9 p.m.
Where: Famous Monsters
Rating: Probs PG, I'd assume.
Sasha wasn't technically working, but she was. She was almost always working in some capacity, trying to figure out her next set let (which was what she was half-assed working on at the moment), or she was checking out the competition to see how she could make her show better. She had a half notebook set on the bar in front of her, pen resting across the pad, but that's not where her focus was.
"Seriously? Y'all call this a challenge?" She made a 'psh' sound as she looked over the row of shot glasses practically calling her name. Her rings shifted slightly when she licked over her lips, but then she smiled beautifully. "I got this, please." She laughed and held her hand up, then Joe (or Jim or Josh or ... Whatever the guy's name was) tapped the bartop twice, letting her know that it was go time. She picked up the first glass, took the shot, rolled it across her lips and dumped the glass on the bar upside down. Then it was on to the second, third... Until six of them were taken. When all the glasses were upside down on the bar, the guy and his friends were laughing and cheering her on, but she waved them off. "Really, it's nothing guys, calm down."
She slid back onto her seat and licked the remainder of the alcohol from her lips as the guys sort of huddled and started talking to each other in whispers. Shaking her head, she picked up her pen and tapped it against the paper, though she figured that she should probably give herself some time before trying to figure out her list. She already had four crumpled pages around the notebook that were the beginning of lists that were just complete trash. Maybe more alcohol would help? She ordered a vodka seven and stared at her notebook, even though nothing was really coming to her just yet.
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[20 Feb 2011|09:20pm] |
Who: Gabi & Jason
What: Unconscious flirting and sucking up to the GM.
When: Sunday-Monday; Technically, Monday February 21st around 4:20am.
Where: Famous Monsters, Manager's office. And then on to Gabi's apartment.
Rating: PG for OMG SUGAR CUTE!
Status: COMPLETE!
For just around or more like almost, two years Gabi had been working here. And during that time he was very glad to have the friends he does. Especially Jason. He hadn’t always been the GM, but that hardly mattered to Gabi. What mattered was that he was very nice and liked talking to him. And, well, Gabi wasn’t blind; he knew Jason was very nice to look at. (Ok, so he was hot, but just thinking that would make Gabi blush.)
And during their friendship he had learned certain things about Jason, like where he got that acent of his from. England, the land of tea. Well, that had started a habit about a year ago where he would bring Jason some tea to drink when he worked closing, to help Jason unwind a bit. And always, it was some special kind of tea he managed to find and buy and bring in himself. Because honestly? A place like this serving tea on the menu? And, well, it wasn’t really anything special just bagged tea.
And so with his little server’s apron tucked away with his things waiting for him to leave, he made his way back to the Manager’s office. As always, as soon as he was done with his assigned chores, he had the tea made up. One, two, three knocks on the door, waiting for the call to come in. Thankfully he didn’t make any mistakes now with serving things like this, not like he use to in the beginning. “Hey there,” he said, an ever so slight flush appearing on his cheeks, just like every other time he talked to the man.
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[19 Feb 2011|10:23pm] |
Who: Erik and Gabe
Where: Bulletin board by the official Labor Law disclosure poster of CA
When: Saturday, 4-ish
What: Gotta keep the city board happy and give back to the community. Erik promotes charity!
Erik wasn't HR rep for the club, he was the fucking bouncer of fines. He had a small set of clientele he had to look after, but they were rowdy assholes, the whole lot of them. Fucking city council liked to think the city was too good for punks and strippers and queers. If they thought you were getting too uppity they'd shit on you with some new ordinance, or a loose interpretation of the city ordinances and zoning.
It wasn't like they did a ton of hiring or firing there. They had their regulars and then they had a revolving door for some occasional. Dancing wasn't for them or the drugs got to be too much. Drugs were a big problem for strippers. His bulletin board, his shout board, right next to the required glossy labor law posters, was mostly shit about drugs. There was some other stuff there too, free clinics and dentist's offices for people who didn't have benefits.
He was trying to get them a bigger standing in the community for charity. The food pantry hadn't gone over too well. Everything happened in the morning when they were sleeping and the volunteers wouldn't even look at him. This time, he thought he had a winner.
There was a cleanout of outdated requests and tacked up notes and drawings on the board, no less than three occasions he had to free his tattered shirt from a stray staple, and then he was ready. All around it there was at least an inch of clean space for focus. He'd joined forces with the Sex Workers Outreach Project and they were going to do some night outreach. Now he just needed some volunteers.
Because he was a nice fucking guy, but no hooker was going to stand there while a six-three zombie looking dude boot stomped right up on her. Wasn't going to be sneaking up on anybody, either; when they were handing out genes they missed giving him anything looking like grace.
"Ho-fuckin! shit!" Or eyes on the back of his head. How many times did people have to sneak up behind to freak him the fuck out before it got old? Maybe when he stopped trying to jump in the air and twist around at the same time.
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