The Continuing Irony of Steven Hyde

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

The front door opens and half a Hyde appears - dressed in jeans, his plaid jacket, and a black Bruce Lee ringer that is certainly superfly. The other half of him is still in the Point Place on the other side of the door, and he's holding onto the handle as he shouts something back into that other reality -

"I'M LEAVING, EDNA! PUT A FUCKING SOCK IN IT!"

He slams the door behind him, shaking his head and muttering "Christ!" That's when he looks up and sees where he is.

It produces only mild confusion before he shrugs it off, clomping over to the bar and ordering up one of Satan's Cherry Pops.

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[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hurrah for beer, says Hyde.

He turns and smiles a bit at Shadow. "Hey, Shady. Now that you're here? No way."

The arm not attached to his beer slides its way around her shoulders.

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

She smiles - surprisingly genuine - and leans her head back against his shoulder.

"The warm welcome's appreciated, friend."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde leans over and plants a kiss upon her lips.

Well, really, it's more like a sloppy bit of suckage.

Then he goes for his beer with a smile. "Anytime."

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

She laughs and orders herself an ale, licking her lips.

"Have you come up with any more conspiracy theories or are you just here to enjoy the spirits tonight?"

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde shrugs. "Well, I just sorta ended up here tonight. Just got done fighting with my mom."

Shadow's the kind of person he'd tell this to. For some reason. Feel lucky?

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

Shadow's been around the block about five hundred and twenty-odd times over Hyde.

And she's always lucky.

She eyes him for a moment. "You fight with her a lot?"

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde nods a little, shrugging.

"Yeah. That's my happy homelife."

It's all sarcasm - he's not looking for pity. It is what it is.

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

"Get out before you get used to it," is Shadow's advice.

She looks faintly troubled at this and solves it with another ale.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde sighs. "Ah, no worries there. 'Nother year 'til I graduate, if I last that long. Then I'm legal, man."

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

"You'll last," she says easily.

"And legal for what?"

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"Legal. Where I come from, once you turn eighteen you're...your own man, I guess you could say." Hyde drinks his beer, absently rubbing her shoulder. "Makes life a little easier. Not by much, though. The government still limits and restricts most of our freedoms, man. It's a huge, bloated sack of whale shit floating in its own bureauratic ocean."

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

"Hmm ... typical human nonsense, I suppose. Why you insist upon creating so many damned laws and complicated procedure is beyond my means of comprehension. And you live in a world that denies you liquor."

Blasphemy.

It's still bothering her.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde sighs. It bothers him too!

"Yeah. It's bullshit. Or whaleshit, whichever comes first."

He's making short work of that beer.

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

"Fortune favors those who bestow her blessings upon others," she says, smirking. "Care for another?"

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"Yeah, hit me, baby."

He slams the mug on the bar and grins lecherously at her. Again.

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

Another beer for the kid. And she lays one on him as an added bonus, a little neater than his and a good deal more intense.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde closes his eyes and moans a little. Yum yum yummy. His hand barely stays on the beer.

But he disentangles from her long enough to drink some and nod towards the stairs. "You. Me. Lair."

Where Lapsu slumbers and dragons roam the...toilet.

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

He's nodding to an empty barstool as she's leaned oh so casually against the railing, eyes sparkling.

"After you," she calls.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde chuckles naughtily - and is bringing the beer with him, straight up the stairs.

He nods to himself. This night isn't shaping up too bad after all.