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Log: Fresh on the table
When; Day after slo-mo day
Rating; Uh. PG-13?
Characters; Gojyo![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
damned_kappa, Dokugakuji sha_jien, possibly Kougaiji puppetedprince.
Summary; In response to Doku's questionable invitation, Gojyo decides to go meet his brother for a drink and try to see what's up.
Log;
Gojyo looked up at the massive organ pipes stretching up into the night sky and neon and bit down on his cigarette. Before coming to the City he would've thought it was weird to come across a bar that looked like it was made out of a church, but now he just catalogued it as part of the City. Heck, after his trip down to the Underworld a few days ago, Automatica looked downright normal. (Not that bashing in monster heads with that Kurogane guy hadn't done wonders for his temper, even if they hadn't found anything about the carousel.)
He didn't like having to pay Dorian anything in this place, so it was just as well he'd gotten club admission from some redheaded chick who didn't need it any more. Granted, she was creepier than some of the youkai they'd come across (those purple eyes were obviously blind but felt like they were looking right into his soul, goddammit), but he was never one to pass up free drinks. As long as he never had to run into her again.
The place was in full swing as he entered, like it always was, packed with faceless dancers obscured by the haze of a smoke machine. He wasn't sure whether these people ever stopped to sleep, and wasn't sure he wanted to ask. Edging around the dance floor, the half-kappa made a beeline for the Blue Bar, his personal favorite out of the three bars scattered across the club, and waved the barlady down for a brandy as he lit his cig. The other two bars, the Neon Bar and the Table Bar (what he liked to call the Punk Bar and the Priss Bar), were ones he wouldn't be caught dead at unless they were the last bars on the planet, so he figured his brother would be able to find him easily enough.
Exhaling on a cloud of smoke, Gojyo thanked the lady as she brought him his drink and indulged in a little flirting while he idly wondered what Jien had called him here for. It was obvious that something had the older man's back up, and in his experience that something usually tended to be Kougaiji. But he'd already said he'd keep an eye out for the Demon Prince, so what was there left to talk about?
It didn't make sense. But he'd be damned if he was going to leave until it did.
The barlady left to tend to other patrons, and Gojyo leaned back with his drink and waited for Jien.
Rating; Uh. PG-13?
Characters; Gojyo
damned_kappa, Dokugakuji sha_jien, possibly Kougaiji puppetedprince.Summary; In response to Doku's questionable invitation, Gojyo decides to go meet his brother for a drink and try to see what's up.
Log;
Gojyo looked up at the massive organ pipes stretching up into the night sky and neon and bit down on his cigarette. Before coming to the City he would've thought it was weird to come across a bar that looked like it was made out of a church, but now he just catalogued it as part of the City. Heck, after his trip down to the Underworld a few days ago, Automatica looked downright normal. (Not that bashing in monster heads with that Kurogane guy hadn't done wonders for his temper, even if they hadn't found anything about the carousel.)
He didn't like having to pay Dorian anything in this place, so it was just as well he'd gotten club admission from some redheaded chick who didn't need it any more. Granted, she was creepier than some of the youkai they'd come across (those purple eyes were obviously blind but felt like they were looking right into his soul, goddammit), but he was never one to pass up free drinks. As long as he never had to run into her again.
The place was in full swing as he entered, like it always was, packed with faceless dancers obscured by the haze of a smoke machine. He wasn't sure whether these people ever stopped to sleep, and wasn't sure he wanted to ask. Edging around the dance floor, the half-kappa made a beeline for the Blue Bar, his personal favorite out of the three bars scattered across the club, and waved the barlady down for a brandy as he lit his cig. The other two bars, the Neon Bar and the Table Bar (what he liked to call the Punk Bar and the Priss Bar), were ones he wouldn't be caught dead at unless they were the last bars on the planet, so he figured his brother would be able to find him easily enough.
Exhaling on a cloud of smoke, Gojyo thanked the lady as she brought him his drink and indulged in a little flirting while he idly wondered what Jien had called him here for. It was obvious that something had the older man's back up, and in his experience that something usually tended to be Kougaiji. But he'd already said he'd keep an eye out for the Demon Prince, so what was there left to talk about?
It didn't make sense. But he'd be damned if he was going to leave until it did.
The barlady left to tend to other patrons, and Gojyo leaned back with his drink and waited for Jien.