milliways_bar | (no subject)

(no subject)

He's not bartending tonight, so Bartleby finds a booth and sprawls into it with a groan. He's been 'helping' a friend of his roommate's move into a new apartment. This 'helping' appeared to consist of him carrying boxes back and forth, back and forth, back and forth, while arty, thin, androgynous people stood around and whispered under their breaths "Do you think he's safe?", "Should be in jail," and "Tried to destroy the world".

He's always hated the lie of human forgiveness.

Flat | Top-Level Comments Only

*Loki comes over form the bar and sits across form him*

Hard day?

Bartleby blinks at him. "I've been meaning to beat you up for a while," he says wearily, "but it no longer seems worth it. Old news, really. For future reference, don't. Touch. Charlie."

He shifts into a slightly more upright position. "I hear you were Judged." His voice has softened. "And I can feel what was done to you. I'm sorry, Reaper."

[ooc: wanted to ask if you wanted to be in on the Bartleby pl0t that's happening?]

Not your fault, B.

Oh, and also, Don't. Touch. David.

"Any other time, I could take you. Therefore, I get to beat David up all I like." But he's smirking a little.

"I'm hurt you didn't give me a Christmas present, by the way." He lets his lower lip tremble.

*Loki jumps up*

Oh shit!

*He runs into the staff quarters and comes back a moment later with a neatly wrapped present*

Here. I've been meaning to give it to you, I just haven't seen you in so long.

Bartleby takes it, and grins and nods his thank you. "You got mine, right? I put it under the tree."

[ooc: what is't?]

I don't remember. Things have been a bit hectic.

*Bartleby opens the paper to reveal a hardcover copy of The Ultimate Hitchhiker's Guide by Douglas Adams.*

Like it?

"The water pistol (http://www.livejournal.com/users/watch_wait/5730.html), man. I thought long and hard about it." He grins down at the book.

"Thank you. I always need more stuff to do in Wisconsin." He claps Loki on the shoulder. "Thank you."

Why did you go back there?

"Because I broke up with Charlie. And then I stayed because here was doing my head in."

Are you gonna stay here? Or are you leaving again?

"If you mean stay in the Bar, I'm going back to Wisconsin tonight. If you mean more broadly, then I don't have any plans to just take off." He shrugs. "I'll try not to."

Why Wisconsin? I mean, after a milenia, aren't you sick of that place?

(no subject)

watch-wait.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:07 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

simple-creature.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:08 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

watch-wait.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:14 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

simple-creature.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:15 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

watch-wait.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:17 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

simple-creature.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:20 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

watch-wait.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:29 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

simple-creature.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

watch-wait.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:39 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

simple-creature.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:40 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

watch-wait.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:44 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

simple-creature.livejournal.com - 2005-01-17 23:56 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

watch-wait.livejournal.com - 2005-01-18 00:04 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

simple-creature.livejournal.com - 2005-01-18 01:15 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

watch-wait.livejournal.com - 2005-01-18 01:26 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

simple-creature.livejournal.com - 2005-01-18 01:36 (UTC) - Expand

(no subject)

watch-wait.livejournal.com - 2005-02-05 00:56 (UTC) - Expand

Charlie is eating an apple when he spots Bartleby, and drops into the booth in companionable silence. He offers Bartleby a bite of apple: it is red, juicy and tangy.

Highly tempting.

Bartleby is indeed tempted, and takes a bite of the apple with minimal movement, wiping a dribble of juice away from the corner of his mouth and sprawling back again.

Charlie wipes the corner of Bartleby's mouth with his fingertip, which he licks, and then kisses the top of Bartleby's head. He is still chewing apple rather loudly.

Bartleby shifts until he is leaning against Charlie, and tucks his head into Charlie's shoulder. The chewing is now right in his ear, but he doesn't mind.

Charlie puts an arm under Bartleby's head to support him and kisses the top of his head again. He swallows. "You look beat."

"My back hurts." Bartleby closes his eyes. Charlie's warm, and smells nice.

Charlie makes a sympathetic sound and offers him the apple, moving the other hand down Bartleby's spine. "Where's it hurt? Is this from sleeping on the floor?"

"Ah! There." Charlie's reached his lower back. He takes another bite of the apple with his eyes closed, getting juice on his nose. "Nob, mit's brom -" He swallows. "No, it's from ifting boxes."

Charlie works the tight muscles at his lower back and tries to figure out how to lick Bartleby's nose without stopping the massage. "What were you lifting boxes for?" he asks softly, and pauses just long enough to get in a lick.

Mm. Red Delicious.

He puts the apple down on the table so he can use both hands on Bartleby's back.

Bartleby's back arches a little, and he gasps. "That's - oh - good. I was roped into - ow - helping someone move apartment."

"That was nice of you. Hope you at least got some beer in return."

His hands are strong and his fingers dexterous, and there's little mystery about Bartleby's body to him. It's a different kind of feeling good, but the gasp pleases him just the same.

"Relax. Let your body relax."

"I didn't. I got stares and mutters. Ow." He winces as Charlie digs into a particularly aching spot, then consciously begins to relax his muscles, swinging his feet up onto the seat.