to Berlin with love.

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 From here

Jay opens the door into a quiet back alley that could belong to any city - the lingering scent of garbage and the miss-matched colours where graffiti has been washed off or painted over. In the mid-afternoon chill of early spring, he takes Emcee's hand and leads him out into the street, pocketing the key. The sunlight is thin but warm and picks out the green swell of buds in the branches. The tree lined avenue is quiet this time of day. Not lacking in people but without rush, a lazy Saturday afternoon.

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[runningred]

"No, I think you might be right. She doesn't seem like the type to take disappointment well." Jay chuckles, taking the fingerless gloves from Emcee and heading to the counter.

[i_am_your_host]

The man at the counter is tall, blue-eyed, and svelte with lanky blond hair in bangs that almost mirrors Emcee's. He's wearing a silver lamé tank top and black leather trousers. He's basically a poster boy for Berlin pride.

"Did you find everything you want?" he asks in an endearingly innocent tone that just manages to sound totally hot at the same time.

Emcee peers around Jay's shoulder at the man. Maybe a touch too eager.

"I think I just did," he replies.

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The blonde shoots him a smile, just as endearingly innocent. "If there's anything I can help you with, I'd be very glad to."

Jay chuckles and sets out of the way.

[i_am_your_host]

But Emcee pulls Jay back.

"Oh, I can think of a few things," Emcee chuckles, waving them along to finish the transaction.

"Would you like a bag?"

"No, I'll wear the gloves. But just--" Emcee grabs a store business card and slides it over to him. "--your name and number will do."

The young man looks as if he gets this sort of thing every day, but there's something in his smile as he glances from Jay to Emcee that says he might actually like to follow through. So he writes his name and number on the card, and hands it back to him along with the gloves.

"Thank you, darling. We'll see you around."

Emcee hooks his hand into Jay's arm and nearly drags him out of the store.

"Oh my god," he huffs once outside, fanning himself with the gloves. "Few people can fluster me than a boy who looks like that."

[runningred]

Jay chuckles and lets Emcee have his little moment.

He chuckles as they head outside. "What? Blonde, blue eyes and broad shouldered. Yeah. I have now idea where that might come from."

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee snorts a laugh, squeezing his arm.

"Me neither, darling, it's such a mystery to me," he says wryly.

"Now, where were we before I got distracted by the sex toys? --Ah, yes."

Though the street has changed significantly, he still clings to some hope that a spark of recognition will be enough. He's actually afraid that he won't recognize where the Kit Kat Klub was at all, and that they'll walk right past it without even knowing it.

There's a bar up ahead with outdoor seating. Old-fashioned cabaret-style chairs and little round tables. There's no marquee or lights, but the black awning declares in an art deco font: Die Katze und Maus. The Cat and Mouse.

Emcee can't help the soft gasp that escapes him.

[runningred]

Jay doesn't get the connection, not knowing Eric's pet name for Emcee. But he knows Emcee must have found it, found home.

He moves to wrap his arms around Emcee from behind, resting his head on Emcee's shoulder. He doesn't push him, he knows this must be hard.

[i_am_your_host]

Emcee clasps his hands over Jay's, for a moment rooted to the spot.

Yes, it's home. The building itself hasn't changed, still old-world blocky with vaguely gothic moulding that's the only visual clue of what this place was.

They're standing by the mouth of an alley. Emcee looks up, following the fire escapes to the sixth floor, the topmost storey, and he points to the dark window at the corner.

"That's my flat," he says with a hollow chuckle. "The air that wafts up there in the middle of summer is delightful."

[runningred]

Jay gives him a little squeeze. "We could go up, if you like? Ask whoever's there now if we can have a look around."

[i_am_your_host]

"God, no, that would be strange," he snorts. "I'll probably just end up being jealous of their modern living conditions. They might even have their own bathroom."

He takes a breath and pats his arm.

"Lets just see how the bar is doing. I'm-- ready. I think."

[runningred]

"Yeah, but think of the space they would have lost putting it in." Jay tries to joke, keeping him close till he's ready.

He nods and kisses Emcee's cheek. "I'm right here with you." He assures softly, before stepping forward to open the door.

[i_am_your_host]

He smirks. "They probably had to knock a wall down...into the next door flat."

It really was a tiny apartment.

Stepping toward the open door, he runs a hand over the back of one of the chairs. Is it a relic or a reproduction? It seems as if that question can be applied to a lot of things once they're inside.

"Well, fuck, they've nearly gutted it," Emcee mutters.

Everything is done in gray and black, with minimalist seating -- block-shaped ottomans and love seats, leather upholstered booths, a scattering of clustered cabaret tables and chairs. Emcee goes to the bar, which is at least still as he knows it. He looks up at the mezzanine, and instead of open rails, the upstairs area seems to have been converted into private party rooms.

"The stage."

Emcee makes his way through the mostly empty room (for at least this time of day).

"They've ripped up the floorboards and cut it in half. I liked those old floorboards. They made you feel like you were...well, on a fucking stage."

[runningred]

Jay stays close, letting Emcee vent, letting him cope. "Yeah, can't say it's my kind of place. Too... soulless."

[i_am_your_host]

The low-key trance music thumping through the speakers doesn't help to create any sort of atmosphere either.

Emcee sighs, turning a slow circle to take it all in. What there is of it.

"If only these walls could talk," he murmurs wistfully.

"Do you want a drink while we're here? The place might look halfway decent if we're tipsy."

[runningred]

"Sometimes it's better when the wall keep their secrets." Jay shrugs. "A drink sounds good. And it might be better with more people here. It is still early for the party crowd, I guess."

[i_am_your_host]

"These walls always had secrets. But you're right. Perhaps it's better that I don't know."

He starts heading toward the bar, glancing over the patrons present.

"This is what I like to call tourist hour," he mutters wryly in Jay's ear. "They come in too early for anything, even happy hour."

[runningred]

"Or that they keep yours." Jay smiles. "Wouldn't do to have to walls greeting you like an old friend just to confuse everyone."

Jay chuckles. "Yeah, I can see that. But then, I'm the tourist here."

[i_am_your_host]

"That's a very good point," he chuckles. "Though I'm sure these walls know me well enough to keep their mouth shut." He jokingly glares around at said walls.

"Actually I think we're both tourists..."

The big, bearded bartender greets them with a jovial smile. "Good afternoon! What can I get you two?" he says in German with a Berlin accent that Emcee is glad to hear.

"Gin, please. And let's get him something very German, shall we?" Emcee replies with a little poke at Jay's arm.

[runningred]

"One in space, one in time." Jay shrugs.

He laughs at the poke. "Yes, I'm after the authentic German experience." He managed in very American German, sounding just as awful as intended but ruined by the grin.

[i_am_your_host]

"And I was included in that experience," Emcee chirps, at which the bartender laughs.

"Well, in Germany there is something for everyone," he says, taking a glass with a stout bowl shape from the shelf and moving to the beer tap. "How about a nice Berliner Weisse? A white beer that Napoleon's armies allegedly dubbed the champagne of the North."

Emcee's interest piques. This man seems to know his regional history. He's already brimming with questions but doesn't want to seem too eager.

[runningred]

"I like the sound of that." Jay chuckles, giving the man a grateful nod and sipping the beer. "Yeah, I'm not sure about Napoleon's claim. I like this better than champagne." Okay, so his German is better than he let on at first.

He cocks his head at the bartender, sensing Emcee's interest and his hesitation. "You sound like a man who knows his history?"

American tourists are allowed to be nosy.

[i_am_your_host]

"I'm glad you think so," the bartender says with a grin, also impressed with Jay's command of the language.

He sets a glass of gin on a coaster in front of Emcee, and Emcee thanks him, immediately taking a sip when Jay asks his question.

"It helps in this job. We get a lot of tourists in this part of the city. And besides, I grew up here and I still love it. Judging by your accent," he then says, addressing Emcee, "I take it you're a native, too?"

Emcee smiles behind his glass. "Good ear," he replies. "But I've been away for quite a while so it's been interesting seeing what's changed."

[runningred]

Jay gives Emcee a playful nudge. "Well, I'm new here. And I'd love to know more about the area."

[i_am_your_host]

"Well," says the bartender, "as you might have noticed, this is a gay neighborhood. The community dates back to the turn of the twentieth century, and it was quite a vibrant scene in the 1920s. There were bars, nightclubs, dance halls, and theaters, catering exclusively to gay men and women. You think modern day society is progressive now? Back then, there were already dozens of periodicals published here, by and for gays, and out in the open, too."

Emcee would know. He used the pages for wallpaper.

[runningred]

Jay chuckles, resting his arm around Emcee's waist. "Yeah, we'd kinda noticed it was a friendly neighbourhood." He frowns softly, not sure how to bring up that Germany doesn't have a great history for such friendliness.

He's not sure he wants Emcee to know how deeply shit went wrong.