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interstellar55552016-03-03 06:14 pm
variaboss) wrote in interstellar55552016-03-03 06:14 pm
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si sta sempre amato
Who: Xanxus and YOU
What: Open Mic Night, tattooing, shopping for birthday gifts
When: the first part of March
Where: some indi-goth club, a tattoo parlor, vista city mall.
Warnings: Standard Xanxus warnings apply
A - Open Mic night
He had told Sariel he would look into the club they had discussed after his musical throw down with Sabo. It's definitely not what he's used to. He's so used to the gritty dirty crowded punk scene of Club VorTeQ. This is so different. It's definitely a Goth club. Darkness and rich but muted shades that are more black than anything else. There's fishnet everywhere. At least he feels a bit at home with his usual leathers.
He signs up for his turn at the Mic and he doesn't even care to try and hide his name. He likes the attention and perhaps there are some fans of his old band here. This crowd does seem to be the dark operatic metal type. It's just too bad it's canned music. At least for now.
Xanxus waits for his turn with a drink in hand, as always. He sits towards the back on the room, using the shadows to he benefit, just watching and listening. At some point, he even puts his feet up on the table in front of him. He's pretty damn comfy now and easy enough to approach.
At some point, he'll have to get up and head towards the stage. Until then, he's more than happy to entertain whoever wants to join him at that table.
B - Skin Deep Tattoo Parlor
It's been a long time coming. He did what he could to get rid of that brand but nothing had really worked. He has one more solution. Ink over top of it. Cover up the scar with art. He's heard a lot of good things about this place. It had just taken a bit of doing to get an appointment there. His manager had made a metric shit ton of demands on him. He gets free time for sessions under the needle, but in return, he owes her a magazine shoot, three new songs, a music video and a carton of incredibly expensive cigarettes.
The driver drops him and now he just stands outside of the parlor. There's a frown on his face. "God. I'm so lame..." Of all the times to have second thoughts about this.
C - The mall
What do you buy a guy that did everything for him. He remembers now. He remembers and he also remembers that there's a birthday coming up. That means presents. Only he can't really remember what he likes. He just remembers fish. Lots of fish. Which is why he's in the pet store at the mall looking at aquarium after aquarium of goldfish.
But not before browsing the cat toy aisle. There was a pretty neat raccoon tail looking toy. It now has a place in his hair next to hisother cat toys feathers. He's about to call a employee over when a young mother with a small baby comes to demand an autograph. He scribbles his X on the blanket and turns back to the fish as the baby drops it's binkey.
It starts to wail loudly and Xanxus turns to pick it up. He picks up the pacifier and for a moment, there it is again. That memory. A small child, just barely a toddler. A purple pacifier. It's the baby again. He's remembering the baby again. But he knows he's mafia. Why would there be such a strong memory of an infant. Unless.
Unless.
"HOLY SHIT!" Xanxus shoves the binkey at the mother and dashes out of the pet store. He doesn't even care if he slams onto anyone on the way out. He's panicking. He's too young to be a father!
What: Open Mic Night, tattooing, shopping for birthday gifts
When: the first part of March
Where: some indi-goth club, a tattoo parlor, vista city mall.
Warnings: Standard Xanxus warnings apply
A - Open Mic night
He had told Sariel he would look into the club they had discussed after his musical throw down with Sabo. It's definitely not what he's used to. He's so used to the gritty dirty crowded punk scene of Club VorTeQ. This is so different. It's definitely a Goth club. Darkness and rich but muted shades that are more black than anything else. There's fishnet everywhere. At least he feels a bit at home with his usual leathers.
He signs up for his turn at the Mic and he doesn't even care to try and hide his name. He likes the attention and perhaps there are some fans of his old band here. This crowd does seem to be the dark operatic metal type. It's just too bad it's canned music. At least for now.
Xanxus waits for his turn with a drink in hand, as always. He sits towards the back on the room, using the shadows to he benefit, just watching and listening. At some point, he even puts his feet up on the table in front of him. He's pretty damn comfy now and easy enough to approach.
At some point, he'll have to get up and head towards the stage. Until then, he's more than happy to entertain whoever wants to join him at that table.
B - Skin Deep Tattoo Parlor
It's been a long time coming. He did what he could to get rid of that brand but nothing had really worked. He has one more solution. Ink over top of it. Cover up the scar with art. He's heard a lot of good things about this place. It had just taken a bit of doing to get an appointment there. His manager had made a metric shit ton of demands on him. He gets free time for sessions under the needle, but in return, he owes her a magazine shoot, three new songs, a music video and a carton of incredibly expensive cigarettes.
The driver drops him and now he just stands outside of the parlor. There's a frown on his face. "God. I'm so lame..." Of all the times to have second thoughts about this.
C - The mall
What do you buy a guy that did everything for him. He remembers now. He remembers and he also remembers that there's a birthday coming up. That means presents. Only he can't really remember what he likes. He just remembers fish. Lots of fish. Which is why he's in the pet store at the mall looking at aquarium after aquarium of goldfish.
But not before browsing the cat toy aisle. There was a pretty neat raccoon tail looking toy. It now has a place in his hair next to his
It starts to wail loudly and Xanxus turns to pick it up. He picks up the pacifier and for a moment, there it is again. That memory. A small child, just barely a toddler. A purple pacifier. It's the baby again. He's remembering the baby again. But he knows he's mafia. Why would there be such a strong memory of an infant. Unless.
Unless.
"HOLY SHIT!" Xanxus shoves the binkey at the mother and dashes out of the pet store. He doesn't even care if he slams onto anyone on the way out. He's panicking. He's too young to be a father!