( Normally, the Thursday night closing shift consists of university students, Up locals, Dean Winchester, and Caroline. Tonight is a different, quieter breed. Quieter, because it's a quiet night and, quiet, because Dean isn't pestering the beleaguered owner.
If Michael notices Dean is absent, Damon hasn't pointed it out. He's been serving the customers. It's a Thursday and based on their turnout, Damon asks the top floor bartender to not come in. They can handle their small crowd.
Damon finds it easy to compartmentalize what they did, maneuvering around him to get what he needs, whether it be a glass or a pitcher. Their rhythm pays off as new patrons taper off.
Several times a night, two bartenders might hit a lull at the same time with every customer in the middle of their drink or meal. Damon settles against the back, leaning, crossing his arms. Nancy has their customers on the floor covered. )
We might get another rush in an hour. Or, this is the best it gets.
[ Michael doesn't yet know Dean, though it seems to him that the bar is quieter than usual. Maybe it's because everything had been so charged the last time he'd been in here. He'd understood the stolen coin's effect on him after the fact, but in the moment, it had just felt like he was amped up to a hundred. That whole night, Damon's presence in the room had seemed electric to him.
Now, it's not. He feels normal. He hasn't totally compartmentalised it; he remembers what they did, and he's not unattracted to Damon now that the coin isn't a thing.
But they're working well together. They have an easy kind of rhythm, one Michael's even enjoying.
In the lull, he's shining glasses and waiting for more orders. It's not the worst way to spend a night. He glances back at Damon with a smile. ]
I guess there's something about dying at sea that keeps people at home. I know we're down. They'll come back.
[ They'd been busy, before. There's no reason to think they won't be again. ]
Hey. I know we talked about it before, but things were...
Well, I guess I'll start by asking whether you're okay? The things this place can do to us aren't...they're challenging. I still can't put into words what I remember after going into the water.
( Truth be told, he's setting this up because he knows Hope is nosy and gets into things. So, this way he can have one person keep an eye on her and properly train her.
A person that's not her mom. )
Hope's interested in bartending. Forgetting for a second that she lightly blackmailed me into promising this, think you can show her the ropes if she shadows you a few times. I also gave her a raise, too, just for being that conniving.
Hope Mikaelson. That's her contact. If you can, just coordinate, make her work with your schedule and let me know if it's worth it to put her on.
With Archie out of the universe I will need extra hands.
Also, what am I doing? Hey Cowboy. Could you do me a favor? Thanks.
Assume the previous was sent first because I'm polite and romantic like that. Even when I have my owner hat on.
[ There's something about this whole thing that's just endearing. ]
Very slick, Slick Hey.
Yeah, sure, I'll take care of her. Always good to have an extra hand So you gonna tell me how this wily 18 year old blackmailed you? Sounds like a story
( When Michael shows up for his opening shift, he'll find Damon working on prep. It isn't every day Damon opens, and it's even less that Damon does something as menial as cut limes, but here he is. Marcus took the day - don't think Damon didn't see his moonlighting as an investigator. Looks like Marcus has more than a bartender's experience. Either way, Damon steps up.
He doesn't say no to another shift with Michael.
Damon doesn't mention that he's stepping in for Marcus, so it might be a surprise. Without looking up, Damon speaks once Michael arrives. )
Marcus is cosplaying as Eliot Stabler so you have me tonight.
( He does stop his latest action, setting the knife down, though. He keeps speaking as Michael makes his way around, the back way through to the first floor's bar. )
I finished the lemons and the olives. Working limes now. Everything needs to be wiped down. Need to inventory the open wine bottles, too. ( With Michael on his side of the bar, he gives him a quick kiss on the lips. ) Surprise.
[ It's been a week. Michael hadn't been intensely worried when the first murder appeared. This is a city, and crime is pretty high, in the Down at least. But then there was the second one, and then there was Dinah, each more grisly than the first. It's impossible not to see a pattern. It's impossible not to wonder who'll be next.
It's what he's thinking about as he goes in to work that day. He's opening, so there's a list of tasks that need done that'll probably distract him, and that's fine. Plus, Marcus will be there. Maybe he can get a Dinah-centric update.
He pushes the doors open, and there before him is not Marcus at all. And at that explanation, he breaks into a grin.
While Damon talks, he's coming over to the bar, stepping behind it, and then moving up behind Damon himself to slide his hands around his waist. They're not open yet, and there's no one to see. ]
Why didn't you tell me? I would've been early.
[ He leans into that kiss, and then smiles again. He glances at the limes over Damon's shoulder, and then looks behind him at the bar. ]
I'll check the wine. How long have you been here not telling me where you were?
I followed up with my star-crossed lover and he wants to meet in person. He suggested Subversion. So, I'll be on the second level if you need anything.
He suggested it in ten minutes so his vampirism must not have stuck. Unless it's different in this city.
I'll find out when I get there.
Also, I'm surprised you're not suddenly half alien half something else. Sounds like the going rate in that house was an unwanted body modification.
If you were wondering and wanted to check in, being a hybrid is not being a vampire.
I turned into my teenage self, that's crazy enough. Broke my hand for the second time Although since you broke, what was it, every single bone in your body? I think you got the worse deal
Let me know if you need an escape from that conversation btw.
I finally got news from Liz about what happened after I raised Rosa. I can just tell you here, or we can meet in person. I'm alive, though. I'm alive. There's more to it all, but I'm alive.
You should know, Elena is here. She's from years before her and I are a thing, back when I was in love with her and she was in love with my brother, to put things into timeline perspective.
( With things settled with Elena and her refusing to take no for an answer, they come to terms they can both agree to. With both their contract and her future. He's now going to anticipate questions she comes up with and the honesty he promised her. Save for her Sleeping Beauty future.
Michael and Damon are both off for the day so he shoots him a message, just a snap of himself in short shorts and nothing else in one of the pool chairs out back.
[ Michael is not a festival type, at the best of times. He's 'Passing', whatever that means, but he's doing his best to actively not get involved in it. His loner tendencies have come more to the fore, and he's not completely self aware of it. He's also distrustful, not eager to be around strangers. Not even eager to be around friends; he'd skipped Thanksgiving entirely. When he hasn't been working, he's mostly been in the pool house.
Damon isn't most people. His is a call Michael will answer, no matter how basically done with everyone else he feels. He's a little twitchy, because he's pretty sure that he's seeing things again, and he's not looking forward to what's coming. Month end; it always spells trouble.
Anyway, for all those reasons, his mood isn't the best it could be, but he's still here. He comes through to Damon's pool, aware of the emptiness of the house, and he goes to drop into the chair beside him. ]
Hey. You look nice.
[ He pulls off his hat and shakes out his curls. ]
[ because she can no longer find damon's contact information, which is alarming and can only mean one thing, chloe hits up the one person who she knows was closest to him. ]
Hey. Sorry if this is out of the blue. Is everything alright?
[ Michael isn't much in the spirit of answering his phone, those first few days. He hadn't wanted to talk to anyone, and he sure as hell hasn't been at Subversion.
After a while, he picks this up, and manages to feel slightly guilty for not looking sooner. ]
I know you probably already have plans for the day they've likely arbitrarily declared is Christmas but if there ends up being an opening in schedule, think about coming by for a drink.
[ Michael doesn't answer. On Christmas night, though, there's a knock at Kyle's door, and when he opens it, Michael is leaning there, holding a case of beers and a bottle of bourbon.
Yes, both. He looks up from under the brim of his hat, smiling a little. ]
[Put through Michael's door in the dead of one christmas eve night is a large, brown envelope.
Opening it, a photograph falls out. It's the kind of obnoxious selfie Dick often sends when he's bored: in this one he must be at the highest point of the city, leaning out into the night sky so that all that's visible behind him are the stars.
In gold scrawl on the bottom: Happy Holidays - D x
Further investigation reveals a square of black cloth which, folded out, becomes a star map. Dick's made this himself with flecks of molten metal in colors to match the planets. The solar systems of Sol, Polaris and Vega are laid out in swirls and loops (from memory - there could be one or two mistakes).
There's a key at the bottom listing each planet by name and the species of its primary residents. And there's a pin on the back of which is noted: to be confirmed.]
( It's easy to leave a message with these devices without needing someone to pick up. This way, he doesn't receive emotion back. )
I know you worried, but, I've signed a contract. Her name is Ella. She inherited an apartment from her friend, Lucifer, some Los Angeles stage name. It's right up my alley, and mine. I thought I should tell you, because you would want to know.
( And that's it. He doesn't know what else to say. )
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Date: 2020-08-07 03:36 pm (UTC)If Michael notices Dean is absent, Damon hasn't pointed it out. He's been serving the customers. It's a Thursday and based on their turnout, Damon asks the top floor bartender to not come in. They can handle their small crowd.
Damon finds it easy to compartmentalize what they did, maneuvering around him to get what he needs, whether it be a glass or a pitcher. Their rhythm pays off as new patrons taper off.
Several times a night, two bartenders might hit a lull at the same time with every customer in the middle of their drink or meal. Damon settles against the back, leaning, crossing his arms. Nancy has their customers on the floor covered. )
We might get another rush in an hour. Or, this is the best it gets.
sorry for being so slow
Date: 2020-08-15 11:54 am (UTC)Now, it's not. He feels normal. He hasn't totally compartmentalised it; he remembers what they did, and he's not unattracted to Damon now that the coin isn't a thing.
But they're working well together. They have an easy kind of rhythm, one Michael's even enjoying.
In the lull, he's shining glasses and waiting for more orders. It's not the worst way to spend a night. He glances back at Damon with a smile. ]
I guess there's something about dying at sea that keeps people at home. I know we're down. They'll come back.
[ They'd been busy, before. There's no reason to think they won't be again. ]
hon, this is a hobby!!
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Date: 2020-08-10 03:08 pm (UTC)You know the other alien here Clark Kent is Superman, right?
He's going to pick me up outside my balcony tomorrow at five. On my balcony, Michael. I'm going flying with Superman dude.
Okay, weird geek moment over. I just had to tell someone.
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Date: 2020-08-10 10:27 pm (UTC)I met him actually. I was in the park, he just came straight down out of the air
Even I know that's awesome
You know you really should talk more to Alex. He freaked out about this too.
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Date: 2020-08-24 07:34 am (UTC)Well, I guess I'll start by asking whether you're okay? The things this place can do to us aren't...they're challenging. I still can't put into words what I remember after going into the water.
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Date: 2020-08-24 10:53 am (UTC)Honestly? I don't know, Alex. Everything's confused.
I don't know who to talk to about it or if I even want to
I think I almost broke Max on that ship. I don't know how to fix that, either
Are you okay?
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Date: 2020-08-31 03:03 pm (UTC)A person that's not her mom. )
Hope's interested in bartending. Forgetting for a second that she lightly blackmailed me into promising this, think you can show her the ropes if she shadows you a few times. I also gave her a raise, too, just for being that conniving.
Hope Mikaelson. That's her contact. If you can, just coordinate, make her work with your schedule and let me know if it's worth it to put her on.
With Archie out of the universe I will need extra hands.
Also, what am I doing? Hey Cowboy. Could you do me a favor? Thanks.
Assume the previous was sent first because I'm polite and romantic like that. Even when I have my owner hat on.
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Date: 2020-08-31 07:41 pm (UTC)Very slick, Slick
Hey.
Yeah, sure, I'll take care of her. Always good to have an extra hand
So you gonna tell me how this wily 18 year old blackmailed you?
Sounds like a story
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From:action | set monday sept 14th
Date: 2020-09-14 07:35 pm (UTC)He doesn't say no to another shift with Michael.
Damon doesn't mention that he's stepping in for Marcus, so it might be a surprise. Without looking up, Damon speaks once Michael arrives. )
Marcus is cosplaying as Eliot Stabler so you have me tonight.
( He does stop his latest action, setting the knife down, though. He keeps speaking as Michael makes his way around, the back way through to the first floor's bar. )
I finished the lemons and the olives. Working limes now. Everything needs to be wiped down. Need to inventory the open wine bottles, too. ( With Michael on his side of the bar, he gives him a quick kiss on the lips. ) Surprise.
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Date: 2020-09-18 02:38 am (UTC)It's what he's thinking about as he goes in to work that day. He's opening, so there's a list of tasks that need done that'll probably distract him, and that's fine. Plus, Marcus will be there. Maybe he can get a Dinah-centric update.
He pushes the doors open, and there before him is not Marcus at all. And at that explanation, he breaks into a grin.
While Damon talks, he's coming over to the bar, stepping behind it, and then moving up behind Damon himself to slide his hands around his waist. They're not open yet, and there's no one to see. ]
Why didn't you tell me? I would've been early.
[ He leans into that kiss, and then smiles again. He glances at the limes over Damon's shoulder, and then looks behind him at the bar. ]
I'll check the wine. How long have you been here not telling me where you were?
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Date: 2020-10-04 09:27 pm (UTC)He suggested it in ten minutes so his vampirism must not have stuck. Unless it's different in this city.
I'll find out when I get there.
Also, I'm surprised you're not suddenly half alien half something else. Sounds like the going rate in that house was an unwanted body modification.
If you were wondering and wanted to check in, being a hybrid is not being a vampire.
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Date: 2020-10-05 10:26 pm (UTC)I turned into my teenage self, that's crazy enough. Broke my hand for the second time
Although since you broke, what was it, every single bone in your body? I think you got the worse deal
Let me know if you need an escape from that conversation btw.
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Date: 2020-10-20 05:44 pm (UTC)un: guerin
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Date: 2020-10-23 07:04 am (UTC)Elena wants to meet you. Where did you run off to?
Re: text « un: prius | set during the halloween par
Date: 2020-10-23 09:05 am (UTC)I'm here, trying not to look directly at Bass' Jareth costume. That is a look.
[ Okay, he's being glib. Meeting the love of Damon's life makes him nervous, what can he say? ]
Where are you guys?
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Date: 2020-11-03 06:25 pm (UTC)I'm still not sure why, but he's gone. He just told me he loved me, and a week ago we decided to date.
A week, now he's gone. I even told him he could date other people too. I told him I was okay with it... everything he wanted. So Why, Michael, why?
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Date: 2020-11-03 08:04 pm (UTC)Slow down.
What do you mean he's gone? Did you guys have a fight?
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Date: 2020-11-08 11:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-11-09 01:46 am (UTC)Right, that. ]
I mean I wouldn't say HAD to. I had it under control
[ Mostly.
He did not have it under control. ]
I'm fine, though. Do you know he webslings without the webs? I swear he straight up Tobey Maguired me.
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Date: 2020-11-14 01:21 am (UTC)You had to be there.
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Date: 2020-11-14 02:27 am (UTC)[ This means yes, Damon. ]
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Date: 2020-11-28 10:03 pm (UTC)Michael and Damon are both off for the day so he shoots him a message, just a snap of himself in short shorts and nothing else in one of the pool chairs out back.
Michael will know where he is. )
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Date: 2020-11-28 10:13 pm (UTC)Damon isn't most people. His is a call Michael will answer, no matter how basically done with everyone else he feels. He's a little twitchy, because he's pretty sure that he's seeing things again, and he's not looking forward to what's coming. Month end; it always spells trouble.
Anyway, for all those reasons, his mood isn't the best it could be, but he's still here. He comes through to Damon's pool, aware of the emptiness of the house, and he goes to drop into the chair beside him. ]
Hey. You look nice.
[ He pulls off his hat and shakes out his curls. ]
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Date: 2020-12-03 01:48 pm (UTC)Re: text; un: CptManes
Date: 2020-12-03 01:51 pm (UTC)Oh god, what happened now?
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From:un: valenti; text - forward dated a week or so
Date: 2020-12-13 02:55 am (UTC)ok so you're ignoring my texts. i get that now. i'm persistent, not stupid.
this is me choosing to ignore you ignoring them and keep texting though. until you say something.
you're still in my device so least i know you're still here.
ok look. if i did something, i'm sorry. if you want me to stop, say something.
i probably won't stop but least i'll know what you want.
mikey i'm starting to seriously worry. don't make me come find you. i can get seriously creepy with stalking.
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Date: 2020-12-13 06:05 am (UTC)[ Eventually: ]
what the hell is so urgent, valenti?
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Date: 2020-12-13 05:16 pm (UTC)sorry
can i talk to you? maybe call, if you have a minute?
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Date: 2020-12-13 05:18 pm (UTC)Elena...
She's different. She's invested for her own sake, not for his. It's the same as with Dick.
So, fine. ]
Ok.
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Date: 2020-12-22 01:10 am (UTC)Hey. Sorry if this is out of the blue.
Is everything alright?
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Date: 2020-12-22 04:00 pm (UTC)After a while, he picks this up, and manages to feel slightly guilty for not looking sooner. ]
Hey Chloe. Everything's good
[ Lie. ]
I've been busy
[ Lie no. 2. ]
Are you okay?
frickin dw notifs
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Date: 2020-12-24 06:10 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-12-25 08:06 pm (UTC)Yes, both. He looks up from under the brim of his hat, smiling a little. ]
So, you said something about a drink.
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Date: 2020-12-25 03:18 am (UTC)>delivery
Date: 2020-12-26 06:52 pm (UTC)Opening it, a photograph falls out. It's the kind of obnoxious selfie Dick often sends when he's bored: in this one he must be at the highest point of the city, leaning out into the night sky so that all that's visible behind him are the stars.
In gold scrawl on the bottom: Happy Holidays - D x
Further investigation reveals a square of black cloth which, folded out, becomes a star map. Dick's made this himself with flecks of molten metal in colors to match the planets. The solar systems of Sol, Polaris and Vega are laid out in swirls and loops (from memory - there could be one or two mistakes).
There's a key at the bottom listing each planet by name and the species of its primary residents. And there's a pin on the back of which is noted: to be confirmed.]
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Date: 2020-12-27 05:33 am (UTC)the note included: happy holidays, michael. i'm here if you need anything; don't be a stranger - chloe ]
Happy Holiday - pretend this came christmas eve
Date: 2020-12-31 03:02 am (UTC)Area 51the house for Michael. Two are smaller, and stacked on top of a larger box clothing box.Inside the smaller boxes are a hand forged Belt buckle as well as a Damascus pocket knife.
The larger box has a note on it. ]
Mikey,
I know you're probably not celebrating but they're yours now.
Also, the bottom package is to prove there is a place in between suits and Roswell cowboy chic.
- K
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Date: 2021-03-03 02:29 am (UTC)Re: text: un: birdwatcher
Date: 2021-03-03 02:48 am (UTC)Are you gonna say pastel suits? Because Kyle swears this one goes with my hair.
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Date: 2021-03-04 10:21 pm (UTC)A reliable source informed me there's a beach house that might have clothing that's just my size.
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Date: 2021-03-04 10:23 pm (UTC)Yeah I think that was me, slick.
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From:voicemail.
Date: 2021-03-19 01:07 am (UTC)I know you worried, but, I've signed a contract. Her name is Ella. She inherited an apartment from her friend, Lucifer, some Los Angeles stage name. It's right up my alley, and mine. I thought I should tell you, because you would want to know.
( And that's it. He doesn't know what else to say. )
Re: voicemail.
Date: 2021-03-19 01:14 am (UTC)Tell her to let you try her chilaquiles, they're the best. Compliments of me.
Seriously, though, that's great. So no more couch surfing?
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