interstellar5555 | party rock is in the house tonight

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party rock is in the house tonight

Who: Osamu Dazai, and YOU!
What: A man about town being a man about town, i.e. various prompts and excitement where our intrepid rescuer sets himself up to be an intrepid hot mess.
When: 3/28-3/31
Where: An alleyway, a bar, and snooping around some music stores.
Warnings: Alcohol and possible discussion or use of drugs. Possible suicide mentions. As always please fill out this content warning post with regard to that if desired. Thanks!!

alley cat blues
Dazai is the sort of guy who can be subtle or not, and switch with such ease that it's almost scary. This is one of those more subtle days. He's been surreptitiously tailing anyone he finds interesting, and succeeding grandly at looking inconspicuous and like he's just there, not following at all. How about that? Although this time, he might (deliberately) get caught near one of the other rescuers, around whom he's much less cautious. Why them? Well, he's a pinch hitter right now until he finds his own target for rescuing. Sure, it's a group effort, but none of the musicians are interesting on the surface. He has to figure them out, whittle them down to what's real and what's imagined. Fun stuff. No, seriously, he thinks it's fun.

Musicians may get a little taste of what seems like a fan who simply seems too shy to ask for an autograph. This is the Dazai laying in wait. And looking kind of cute in his fedora and loose shirt and hole-y jeans. What's up with the bandages on his neck, chest, and arms? He'll never tell!~

barring disaster
Okay, so this one's a little less subtle in intent. The same Dazai, same week, can then be found in the later evenings at a different bar each night. One night, class and charm turned on in the glittering establishment for those post-work cocktails, where he'll compliment you gently with a soft smile and interested eyes.

The next, a little honky-tonk kind of place with dancing and loud music. He only participates in the line dancing once, but it seems to amuse him to no end, and he makes a valiant attempt to shove you out into the fray. His eyes sparkle with mischief and dullness at once.

Another night, and he's at a bustling, small place, loud and smoky and god knows what's going on because it's so chaotic. Here's where he'll shout that your fly is unzipped, whether true or not, and hand you a beer for no reason. Careless and jovial, there's still something about the way he looks at you that says he's watching every move you make.

The last night. The crazy night. Loud again, but in a place infamous enough that one wouldn't suspect a guy like him to even be let in. He's all scruff and carelessness, and they're all the cream of the crop when it comes to throwing money at nothing. Who knows what goes on in the back? For now, he's at the bar, poking around a weird residue on the counter while looking visibly intoxicated. Maybe you're about to get herded to the back for a talk.

disc jockey
If there's anything Dazai loves, it's music! Okay, not necessarily--some of these bands are really shitty in his opinion (sorry folks!). He stands around at the music store, or listening to various people's music--he's pulling headphones off heads and tuning in for a second before excusing himself and taking them back--sampling the wares, as it were, of each famous group. He's settled on his weird favorite, of course, but it's generally considered good form to get to know the brainwashed folks' art form. Maybe he can start unraveling things from there. With all the appearance in this case of a cloud cuckoolander, there's little one can do but stare. Or have your headphones absconded with for a brief moment.

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Shin moves over, and smiles, "That is a surprise. I would think that some pretty lady would have snatched you up and made you her pet by now."

"I've been told I'm too handsome. Isn't that funny? People love to make things up." Ah, such suffering. His loneliness shows in the distant look in his eyes as he practically gulps his new drink.

"A pet, though. A dog? What do you think?"

"Yeah, I think you'd make a cute little dog. With a curly tail and floppy ears." He takes a decent drink from his own glass, "You are handsome, at least." He is quietly wondering where the hell this conversation is going, but in equal measure does not give a shit.

"What?" Oh, wow. He looks affronted! "Maybe something more like a mastiff. Very protective, headstrong. Or a mutt. Street-wise and tough, but look at those eyes." I mean, rudeness again. Implying that he's cute. No, wait, now he's handsome? He ducks his head a bit, stirring the drink.

"That's news to me. I'm curious to know what's so attractive to someone as fashionable and successful as you. I'm just some guy." He's 22, by the way. Just weird.

And Shin is sixteen. Barely, though his birthday is coming up in a few months because multiverse times differ. "You're not buff enough to be a mastiff, but I could see a doberman or a street dog. A well-groomed one at least." Shin spins his glass a bit, "Just look at your face. It's the face of a model. You look strong but not disgustingly built, and you've got these great eyes. Like you could almost lure me in." He's laying it on thick, but with the bashful side glances and careful tone, it seems like he is really admiring Dazai. He's just applying what he knows about making ladies feel good about themselves to him. Might as well get his game sharp.

Dazai knows how old he is, yet his motive is the same. He'll pursue it relentlessly. All he has to do is get Shin alone and he can do anything he wants. He fully plans to.

"I'm fine with being a street dog. One of those cute strays you feed on your doorstep." With a smile and another long drink, Dazai feebly shrugs it off. It's like he's falling so easily to that charm and those unsubtle words.

"You're going to embarrass me if you keep that up. I'm a very delicate man. My heart is weak to that kind of talk." He's looking at Shin out of the corner of his eye, almost shyly, but that faint air of interest starts sneaking in... how adorably bashful they both are!

"You have that wild aura going for you. Stylish and dangerous, reckless yet controlled. I'm sure you're popular with the ladies."

He laughs a bit at that. He sips from his drink, "It's not the same. They are all in it because of my fame." He smiles up at Dazai, "it can be a little lonely."

Dazai, too, takes a drink, and looks down into it like it's a bottomless pool of sadness. "I like the music, but fame doesn't impress me. I haven't even asked for your autograph. I'm sure that's refreshing. Look how good I'm being." There's another quick flash of a smile from him, and he turns in his seat to face Shin a little more.

"What do you do for fun? Between you and me, even though it's none of my business. What's the rock star life really like?"

He finds it a little distressing as he realizes he doesn't really know what he does for fun. He spends his time either trying to fill some nameless void with loud bars, weed, and alcohol, or working. He can't even remember what he used to do for fun. He hides his distress with a practically professional smoothness, "Honestly? Playing music is what I do for fun. I'm just damn lucky enough to get paid for it now. So far life's been recording and practising, some autograph signings and events and shows, and a few parties. I prefer the bars. Less industry wigs everywhere."

He doesn't want to know what Dazai does for fun and entertainment. He'd probably find it terribly strange. It has some, er, fun components though! Like right now. How drunk can he get? How fast is he suddenly finishing his drink and ordering another? He's something like five deep now, and there's a set of shots placed before him and Shin in short order. Sadly, he's not rich, so he may have to change his strategy or substance.

"I love music, but admittedly I can't play anything. Or sing. Or dance, either. Two left feet." Parties. Where can he nudge this? "You walked into a pretty good one tonight. Met me and everything." He clears his throat and leans in. "What's your poison, anyway?"

Shin throws back the shot and slams it on the counter top-down. He signals for two more, intending on putting it all on his tab anyway. He wasn't as rich as some, being pretty new, but he could definitely afford drinks for two.

He chuckles at the question, "Depends on which poison you're asking about." To give a hint he rubs his nose with a finger and sniffs in a way he could pass off as an itchy nose. Had he been asked this a few weeks back, he'd easily answer weed and booze. "Oh, and I do like to keep up with the business that launched me into learning guitar, but I doubt you'd want to hear much about that. What about you?"

Jesus. Dazai manages to slam his back with an exaggerated (fake) cough, and smiles, nose wrinkled as if thoroughly amused.

"Me?" He points to himself, giving a knowing look at the answers he was provided. "Well, I tried arsenic once. It didn't have the desired effect." Yeah... "Now? Hrm. Drinking is easy. Reading a good book. Independent research. You sound more exciting than me. Why don't you introduce me to your--" He taps his nose. "--friend sometime?"

"Arsenic, nice. I'm sure I can introduce you real soon." He'd noticed a guy hanging around the corner. He's sure that if he doesn't take his damn glass with him this time and plays it like he's just having a smoke, then he could score with ease. "What do you research?" He signals for two more, not even caring what he's putting inside him at this point.

"I love meeting new people. It's always so satisfying." He says that nice and smoothly, possibly implying something, possibly not. Now, though, he has to scramble a bit to keep up with the drinks. It's entirely probable that he's silently calculating his blood alcohol level and how close it is to making walking a pointless thing to attempt. In fact, he tests this by merely putting a foot on the ground, extending his (long and rather attractive) leg and shifting his weight, giving a nice little sway and an approving sound before sitting back properly again.

"Nothing you'd find interesting. It's very scientific. They call me hopelessly nerdy over it, so I'll keep it to myself." Another shot, and this time he tips the glass back and taps it to get out every last remnant.

Not wanting to get kicked out of another place before he's done drinking he throws back his shot and asks the bar tender, "Is it cool if I come back in a few? Tab's open, put his on mine," he points to Dazai. The bartender nods and gets back to work.

Shin smiles, "I'll be right back, so wait for me like a good puppy?" He winks and heads out to score.

It's not long before he's back to order another round rather than head straight to the bathroom. He's new to this shit, but he's not new to playing things smooth.

"Exactly so."

When Shin departs, Dazai gives a little nod and a rather pointlessly vapid smile, but the second he's out of sight, the man's face relaxes, almost dangerous as he casually inspects the area to see if Shin has left any hints of anything at all. He's a detective after all. Fuzzy and turned a bit physically impaired, he doesn't do much other than look. The bartender returns, and he orders, "two of the worst ones you have"--one for himself, and one for his companion. Cheap swill. Probably moonshine or something equally idiotic.

There's a drink waiting for Shin, then, but with that order Dazai finally stops caring about the count. He'll probably be sick in just a while. A knowing smile at Shin gives the impression that he's interested in his departure and return quite profoundly.

Shin stands and heads to the bathroom, expecting Dazai to follow. He doesn't even bother with the stalls, heading to the further corner of the bathroom and with a decent amount of stealth makes them a few lines. He takes the first, using a bill to snort it, leaning back with a big grin. The rush from smoking it in a cigarette was amazing, and this was even better. It actually was doing a pretty damn good job at making him forget about the emptiness. "I think you can figure it out, yeah?"

That's fast. He finishes what's in front of him and fairly launches himself out of the chair, gaze lingering on a pretty lady who he courteously bows to before following at an unsteady walk. He's drunk. What did you expect? Although he knows it's coming, he's a little surprised to see Shin so bold about his "friend". Just standing there in the corner like it's nothing. Amazing.

He hovers close, blocking any view from the door, amd leaves his shoe cleverly wedged in front of it so it can't be opened. "Thank you for the demonstration." And he holds out his hand for the bill as well. Now, does he fake it, and waste the poor kid's money, or does he go all out and see what happens?

He has experience with this stuff, has seen it, seen what it can do. Rolling the bill between his fingers thoughtfully, he leans in and goes for broke, tapping his fingers against the counter in the aftermath.

Whatever he has to do is fine. The bill is passed back.

Shin is pretty eager to get that rush again, but he'd saved some for later too. While Dazai snorts his line Shin leans against the door, but is more than happy to trade places. He waits a brief moment as some part of him tries to tell him to turn back now, to run the opposite direction and never touch this shit again. The side desperate for relief wins out as he leans down to do another line, a smile bursting across his face.

He trades places with Dazai again. Offering the bill back, but bouncing a bit with the rush. He couldn't even find it in him to be scared of where he was going at this point.

He smiles, looks happy, tips his head back as he shuffles away from the counter and paces the room a bit. It'll take a minute. Just a minute. Just long enough for Shin to do the next line, and for his features to register annoyance while out of the line of sight. He'll have to fix this, too. First someone's damn brainwashing nonsense, then--oh, he's looking again, so that enigmatic smile is slammed back onto his face and he licks his lips before taking the bill once more.

And again, he does it, again he reminds himself that his reasons are two-fold, and now he's found himself interested in a little lost cause. Who's the puppy? Who's the guard dog? The bill is passed back as it hits him, hard, and he laughs too loudly before hopping up to sit on the counter.

"I like your friends."

"Yeah, I have real quality friends," he says with a sardonic tint to his voice despite the smile. There's only one more line left for the each of them, and his nose is thankful for that. He does it and sighs with relief as the rush hits him again.

Fortunately for both of them he was smart enough to go sparingly on the lines, so they really only had about what would normally be a line and a half. He wanted to get that initial rush a few times, but knows that his body would not be able to handle so much so soon after starting this horrible habit. He'd rather keep it low anyway, try not to get totally hooked if it wasn't too late already.

He passes the bill back to Dazai once more, smiling. He has no idea this person is anyone beyond a random fan snorting lines with him, so how could he know that he'd gotten himself a rescuer. He'd appreciate it eventually, but push too fast and he'll be kicking and screaming the whole way. Fortunately Dazai seems too smart to push it.

Like the detective, his expression flattens a bit when his companion isn't looking. It's not annoyance, but a bit of self-loathing mixed with a sense of hopelessness and confusion. If this was all he ever wanted, why did it feel so goddamn empty?

The tone is the tell, and Dazai is glad enough to hear something like... despair? It's hope, in his book. Get this kid away from all this nonsense and see what he can really do. He doesn't need drugs and drinks. Maybe he needs music. Dazai isn't sure. What he does know is that he's itching for a chance to figure out what's real, and what's not.

Taking the bill, fussing with it, Dazai looks Shin over and thinks rather deeply, all the time with that lovely, vacant expression. The damn alcohol is making his head swim, and their new friend is making him feel like he can take on the universe, with the amount of energy he has. He wants to run into the night and figure the whole world out immediately. Can't, though. Shame.

Leaning over, sprawling on the countertop, he sloppily does the last line and apologizes brightly for the slight mess. Neither one of them should be doing it, but Dazai knows his constitution and self-awareness allow him to push through many, many things. He's not dead yet. That's proof enough. At any rate, he's also now more interested in Shin than he is in the spying and interesting-ish adventures he's been having, and in a way the young man might not find so good, should he discover the motives. Rolling and unrolling the bill, he eventually passes it back to its owner and slides off the counter, smoothly settling on his feet with wide eyes and a smile that could win a room... rather uncomfortably.

"You're a complicated guy, Shin." He knows. He sees it, even though he's not looking directly. He feels it in his very presence. Something miserable. Something wrong. He's completely sold on this world, as the bastards want him to be. Meanwhile, Dazai is waiting and watching for a moment. "I think it's interesting."

Shin actually just snorts up the last of it himself before hiding the evidence. He leans into Dazai, coming on pretty heavily because why the fuck not? In for a penny, in for a pound, and this guy was clearly taking an interest in him. Maybe he could get some new shoes out of it. He's pretty sure he can deal with a dick in his ass for that.

"Really? I'm usually taken a man of... simple tastes." He licks his lips and looks Dazai over appraisingly. Just take his soul already. Or murder him for his designer glasses. Sounds like a pretty good night to him, honestly. Why not give himself more reasons to hate himself in the morning. If he's going to self-destruct, he's going to do it like the fucking rock star he is.

Well, then. He's being rather heavily leaned on, suggestively approached as it were. All he sees in this kid is misery, and while he gets it, there's no reason for anyone suffering, especially when their misery and situation aren't their fault.

"Simple tastes, maybe." He hums thoughtfully, then puts a hand atop Shin's head. "Not so simple everything else." The way he licks his lips. Those eyes. The press of bodies. It'd do it for some people.

It bores Dazai.

"I think I'm going to have fun with you."

"I love making things fun for others," he smiles still, "for a price." Take it as a joke on the music industry now, while he's making it pretty apparent that's not the fun he's talking about. It's not his fault he only knows how to be used. He's scared and alone, and as sad as it is it's a comfort zone for him. He might laugh about how fucked up it is if he actually realized what he was doing.

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I'm going to say this is after he met up with Squalo

o7

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