interstellar5555 | got your picture; coming with you

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got your picture; coming with you

Who: Nuclear Parliament
What: Recording shit, welcoming Shinichi to the band, chilling. You know how it is.
When: Throughout March!
Where: NP Penthouse
Warnings: Probably nothing.

Johanna's been moody for the past couple months - fine, she admits it. That party back in December had been quite the damper, to say the least, and the way the band had fallen apart for a few weeks didn't help. Stella had told her not to be so worried, and Jo had scoffed - at the time.

But now the penthouse is starting to get loud again. It's starting to get fun again. With the band back to full strength, five members present and accounted for, their apartment actually feels lived in. And now that Johanna isn't locking herself away as much anymore, that means the place is back to being the home of the best pop punk band in town.

Of course, that means that the penthouse is kind of a mess, between the parties being had and the music being made. But hey - that's the price of genius. Or something like that.

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Wait, for real?

The paper bags are coming out, this is happening. Well, as long as they can take what they have with them. "Um.. it's not too bad?" Thinking.. thinking.. "..about five blocks, maybe?" He never questions it when going; he just goes.

"I.. didn't think someone liked ice cream as much as I do." To leave a comfortable setting in a bar, Shin must.

Shin laughs a bit, "I don't have it much, but it's pretty awesome. Besides, I can't spend all my time in bars. People might think I'm an alcoholic." The not-alcoholic puts his beer in a paper bag. He gives no fucks that he's walking out with the glass.

Once they're outside and he's actually lit up the cigarette he pulled out he goes back to Roxas' other question. "I actually started out playing bass, guitar was mostly a side thing, but if it's what people like, who am I to deprive them? I've never played with anyone else though, but I'd be open to trying."

"Around here, you'd be surprised. Probably not." It's still hitting Roxas that this is happening right now. They're walking in public, drinking, and getting ice cream. Why hasn't he thought before to combine these things in the past?

"Okay, when we get a moment I gotta show you. I can write the notes but I'm not used to playing on strings," holding sticks and whacking them to objects in tune is more his style, "You can probably pick it up easily. It isn't.. too bad. Oh, turn here--"

They're on the street!! They're getting closer! And Roxas is totally sipping from his bagged drink, almost shamelessly! What if someone takes pictures of them and puts up a tabloid of their antics? ..what if he cares?

Shin doesn't that's for sure. Hell, this time he didn't even bother to even wear sunglasses.

The desire for ice cream might in part be due to the weed he'd been smoking. He's definately drinking from his bagged drink just as shamelessly as he walked out of the bar with it. He at least plans on bringing it back after they've had ice cream.

Shin is finishing up his cigarette as they get closer. When they enter, Shin is like a kid in a candy shop. Even though he is still kind of a kid. In an ice cream shop. So it's not all that surprising if you strip away the piercings and spiked hair. "We are going to make great friends," he announces.

If there was any kind of flash photography on the way, Roxas didn't notice. He didn't take the small persons beverage glass with him, after all: he went for go big or go home. And it's more than halfway gone. This ice cream idea is even more alluring than usual, which he didn't think was possible, mostly in part due to Shin's excitement for it.

When they get there Roxas stands back as Shin takes the sight in for the first time. He remembers his first trip here. The way he stared at all the options and held up the line, earning anger from the patrons behind him.

This is going to be good. "This is something that should happen often." Since he already knows what he wants, Roxas will be ordering. Sea salt ice cream. A tried and true classic, for him at least.

"Hopefully the bar doesn't put up a stink for us bringing this back." Because it's definitely happening. If any is left, anyway. Five blocks is a long way to walk without eating.

Shin thinks he notices a flash, but he figures he's no real bigshot yet, with how new he is. It's not like it's unusual for people to take selfies with flash anyway.

Shin takes some time to look through all the flavours. There's so many it's a little mind boggling. He ends up getting 'smurf ice cream' after searching for a while. "I have never tasted anything like this before!"

At this point Roxas is well into his ice cream, en route to finishing first. Not that it's a contest. Who wants brain freeze that badly?

"It is pretty good, huh? I think they make it in the back." In one hand is the ice cream, in the other his paper bagged drink. As he's indulging in both of these on their way back, he stops and holds out his hand to cease Shin in his tracks. A brilliant idea just struck him. "..what if they combined ice cream and alcohol? Made a.. hard ice cream, or something?"

"Someone must have tried it. That would be amazing!" He's only got an empty cup, so his focus is on the strangely chocolatey favour of this blue ice cream.

"I wonder if you can make cannabis ice cream...."

Oh my God that's brilliant. "You know how much money we could make with something like that?" Probably not a lot, because how good can that really taste? But being almost done with his drink, he's done in enough right now to like the idea. "We have to sell these things. It would be genius, no one would see it coming."

"Yes!" he says drawing the word out. "I bet we can flavour it. It's great in brownies. Sell snacks too. Stay open all night!" Shin is all over this idea.

He could practically see the place if he closes his eyes and imagines it, but he doesn't want to step out in the street and get hit by a car or anything so he doesn't. "Everyone would be there. Every day, all the time. We could just do the music thing on the side for fun."

No mean managers barking orders at them? Ideal.

By some miracle, they eventually arrive back at where they started, ice cream cups definitely empty, paper bagged drinks long gone and two bodies ready for more. It isn't late enough yet to warrant a bouncer so they're able to slide back in without a problem. But something isn't right.

Whispering to Shin best he can, which is only semi decent considering he's just a bottle of rum in, "I think they're mad at us.. we're getting mean mugs from the bar."

"Great." Shin throws them a scowl, looking for somewhere to sit and order another. He doesn't start fights if he can avoid it. He just ends them.

Good for that, because Roxas isn't in a mood to fight. Well, not physically. What he is in the mood for is another drink. That would be swell. So, mean looks or not, he's up at the bar trying to catch the attention of the bartender. Because getting these sooner than later is clearly going to have an impact on his day.

"Hey.. heyyyy. I'd like some rum, please. Like, rum, please? Now. Now would be great."

The person behind the bar looks less than pleased; if it wasn't for the fact that Roxas wasn't waving around cash, and pointing at Shin and mumbling something about 'for him too' the next comment would have come sooner than it did from the person it did. While the drinks are made another individual, probably management, makes way behind the bar to stand between the counter and him.

As Roxas takes his when it hits the counter, about to bring the one for Shin to where he's sitting, the new face begins to chastise. "You can't take those glasses outside the bar. That's stealing. We shouldn't even be serving you; we should be kicking you out of here."

Edited (..that seat) 2016-04-01 03:16 (UTC)

Shin smells trouble. He stands and moves over next to Roxas, still holding his empty glass. He smiles at the manager-person, "something wrong?"

Someone is moving like the stealth of a panther, because it takes a few moments of being next to him until Roxas notices that Shin is there. Sly move there.

The manager man continues. "Yeah, you guys are taking our drinkware outside like you own it and that's against the rules. None of the other customers do that, you shouldn't either. We don't want you in our bar anymore."

This was probably a very, very bad time for Roxas to completely down that exceptionally delicious and strong drink that was made for him. Turning to Shin for a moment, "This guy has a problem, doesn't he? Why does he have a problem?"

The said guy has a look of confusion that joins the angry look on his face.

"Plenty of people take them outside to smoke. It's not like we stole them or even closed our tab." What was this guy's problem? Telling them off is one thing, but trying to ban them? But he doesn't look angry. He's still smiling like they are having a plesant chat.

They are having a pleasant chat, aren't they? That's all, nothing more. Until now. The logic posed by Shin is solid to Roxas, so it appears to him that there's only one other thing that can be earning them this kind of negative attention.

"You're jealous, aren't you?" Roxas directs this at the man coming at them with these things, not at all happy to the conclusion he's come to.

Not entirely sure what the kid is getting at, the guy responds with "What?"

At this point Roxas is letting out hot air for no good reason. "Yeah, we're half your age, maybe, and already infinitely more accomplished and better at life. We're not stuck at some shitty bar, we can actually go places. With glasses! You know what, hell with your shitty glasses, they didn't even last the entire trip."

Why he was holding onto them all this time, no one knows, but it's now that he plants his on the bar counter, wrapped in the paper bag and all. "Do you have any idea who we are? We're in a freaking band. We're-- we're famous! Damnit!!" At this point he looks to Shin, as if trying to send his a message via his mind to do something now to enhance his point.

Caught up in the moment or mind controlled to be a bit more of an ass, it doesn't matter. With the same easy smile he pulls his glass out of the paper bag it was in. "We easily could have made things a lot worse." He keeps looking the manager in the eye. "We could have been more like this," he says just as he smashes the glass into the ground. #thuglife

Oh shit. Shin just took this up a notch. Roxas should be more aware and cognisant of what's happening and how it can affect his reputation, but all he can think about right now is how impressive that was. As the entire bar room full of people turn to stare at them Roxas does his best to keep face, nod in approval at the actions of who he's with, and then with a simple tap on Shin's shoulder signal that they should get the hell out of there.

"Hope we don't come back." With that they're out. The patrons, and workers, couldn't be happier. That manager guy is still scratching his head as to why they needed to make a scene like that.

But that's a problem they don't need to worry about anymore. And any issues that arise from it will be something that future Roxas and future Shin need to be concerned about. Once they're outside, "Man, that was awesome!! That thing shattered into a thousand pieces, probably! You definitely made a point with that!"

Shin gives more of a smile before leaving, "have a nice day."

He's got to admit, he's not sure why he took it to that level, and is pretty sure it was probably a bad idea, but damn did it feel good. He's still acting like it was just totally normal even once they've left, pulling out a splif to feed two bad habits at once.

"Fuck." He states as he realizes they still had his card but then shrugs, "they can kept that credit card. It will be a nice little gift." He takes out his phone and reports the card stolen, just to add some insult to injury for when they try to cash him out. If it became a problem then he figured he could call his bank and just say he was confused. Blame it on the alcohol. "Man was a loser."

This guy is a genius. Roxas has so much to learn. "I wish we would have got more to drink before we left." There's probably another place nearby they can go to. "Maybe we can come back later. I mean, what kind of manager is there all the time?"

As familiar as he is with this area, usually he doesn't need to look for places to get drinks; they just happen to be at the penthouse, or close enough where he doesn't need to go out-out. On the block on his own like this is new, yet fun. "We could hit up the closest corner store, load up on a few then come back... with some spray paint maybe?"

"That sounds like too much time to spend on some asshole. Let's go to a convience store and load up on shit and head to a park." Because he's now in a mood to give fewer fucks about people thinking he's a drunk. Fuck them.

As good as that would be, how much better would it be if he spent even less fucks about people thinking he's drunk towards when he is actually drunk? "You're right. We need to do that." And thankfully Roxas knows exactly where the nearest location of one of these is. There have been a few desperate midnight runs for things like alcohol, ice cream, and more alcohol that have led him to know the location of a store that will sell what they're looking for at any time of the day. And the nearest one happens to be right around the corner. Lucky them.

Shin is going to be dragged to this store. When they enter, signaled by a ding from the door swinging open, Roxas is heading straight towards what he wants: more rum. If it is working, why quit it? He'll buy what he wants, a full fifth which is more than enough to cause trouble for a day and then some, happily accepting the paper bag that's offered with it while waiting for Shin to make his decision so they can continue on in their shenanigans for the afternoon.

Shin's looking around and grabs a pack of beer, and then at a last thought grabs some spiced rum. He even asks for a bunch of extra paper bags in case the first one breaks.

He follows Roxas out, putting a beer can into a paper bag and popping it open. "So, what's the best park to hang out at around here?"

Should've thought to get more paper bags.. that's brilliant. Hell with these pleasantries; since they've already established this pattern, with rum in paper bag in hand he cracks that sucker open and starts sipping away. It's not as good when it's straight, but holy hell does it work. That burn..

..a park? Hm, gotta think. "Oh.. anything by the shore. Those are the best. You get a park and the view of the water. Nothing's better." Knowing what's going to come next, he's already scanning the horizon in a lame attempt to determine what direction will lead them towards the water by where the sun is at this time.

He thinks he picks it up. There are signs everywhere pointing to everything after all, so this shouldn't turn into a misadventure even if he's wrong. "Let's go this way." With that he leads, still staying close by enough to hold a conversation. "We should still get spray paint."

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