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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.
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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Date: 2016-09-22 02:00 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-22 03:07 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-22 03:09 am (UTC)"Gods, I really need a shower."
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Date: 2016-09-22 03:21 am (UTC)He rests a hand over Jay's heart for a moment, and lightly pats his chest. Stepping back, he covers his own yawn.
"You and me both. But I think I'll go back to Milliways for that. Shower, food, and then sleep for the next sixteen hours straight."
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Date: 2016-09-22 03:25 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-22 03:33 am (UTC)"Oh-- no, of course not, go right ahead," he says. "And I mean-- well, feel free to keep using this apartment if you need to, until I-- until I'm ready."
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Date: 2016-09-22 03:44 am (UTC)He's about to say something else but there's a knock at the door and he growls, annoyed. "I get that. I have a feeling I know who it is."
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Date: 2016-09-22 04:22 am (UTC)But then there's a knock at the door, and he frowns, wondering who it could possibly be.
"Should I stay out of the way, or...?"
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Date: 2016-09-22 04:31 am (UTC)He answers the door, unsuprised to find the page boy from last night, sans costume and wig and clearly drunk, leaning on the wall.
"Sebastian." Jay acknowledges. "I though I made my wished very clear last night." His voice is hard, a command voice.
"I just wanted-" the youth protests but Jay cuts him off, a hard hand on his chest, pinning him against the wall.
"I know exactly what you wanted. And you will get it. But on my terms." His hand slips higher, cradling the base of the boy's throat in subtle treat. "Is that understood?"
The youth's chest heaves, his breath coming quickly. "Yes, sir."
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Date: 2016-09-22 04:41 am (UTC)He comes out from around the kitchen counter.
"Jay, what are you doing?"
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Date: 2016-09-22 05:03 am (UTC)Once he's closer Emcee will be able to see that the young man is flushed and very hard.
"However I made I very clear that I would find him when the time was appropriate. Did I not?"
"Yes, sir." Sebastian chokes.
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Date: 2016-09-22 05:19 am (UTC)"I see..."
He's not getting involved.
"Poor form, Sebastian. You should have waited."
Or maybe he knew he was going to get worked over. In any case, Emcee turns around and drifts back toward the kitchen.
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Date: 2016-09-22 06:11 am (UTC)It takes a moment for Jay to drop the command posture and relax again. "Sorry about that. I really wasn't expecting him to come up here like that. The party was his last night at Wonderland. He got a scholarship to a really good art school in Paris." You can tell Jay's proud.
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Date: 2016-09-22 06:41 am (UTC)"Oh, was it?" he says, eyebrows raised. "Well, good for him. There was a moment there where I was going to call you off."
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Date: 2016-09-22 06:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-22 06:56 am (UTC)"No, of course not. Just that the boy was drunk and I thought you were only giving him a scare or something, that's all."
Picking a business card (a local dry cleaner's) out of the wallet, he slips it into his back trouser pocket. And then he sort of hesitates about the rest. Especially the money.
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Date: 2016-09-22 07:01 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-22 07:29 am (UTC)Finally, Emcee decides on taking the money with him, but not the credit or bank cards.
"If I exchange this at the bar for 1934 Marks, I would be fucking rich."
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Date: 2016-09-22 07:41 am (UTC)Jay pauses, trying to do the calculations in his head. "More or less, yeah. There's plenty more on the cards if you need it."
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Date: 2016-09-22 07:55 am (UTC)Folding up the wallet still containing his new ID and other cards, he holds it out to Jay.
"Would you please keep this safe for me? As well as the key. I don't expect to need this much money back home, but I can keep it at the bar and pay off some of my tab and not rely on yours and Eric's so frequently."
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Date: 2016-09-22 08:09 am (UTC)He nods and tucks the wallet away. "I will. It will be there when you want it." It's a promise.
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Date: 2016-09-22 08:29 am (UTC)He steps closer to Jay and runs a hand down the back of his neck, and then leans down to plant a kiss on the top of his head.
"Thank you."
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Date: 2016-09-22 08:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2016-09-22 08:49 am (UTC)"Well, by the time you get in, I will probably be passed out in bed. But I'll leave you a key and you can pass out with me."
He picks up his coat, plus the shoebox filled with forgotten memories from the Kit Kat Klub.
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Date: 2016-09-22 09:21 am (UTC)(no subject)
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