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milliways_bar2012-06-09 09:20 pm
probie62truck) wrote in milliways_bar2012-06-09 09:20 pm
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First Entrance
Today had been pretty cut and dry: spend the morning washing the rig, spend the mid-morning listening to Sean and Franco compare their latest bedroom conquests, spend the early afternoon knocking down a routine apartment fire, and after they'd gotten back to the house and gotten the rig squared away in case they got called back out, he'd gone to take a shower.
The shower had been normal, too. All he'd needed was to wash the smoke and ash out of his hair. As he stepped out of the shower, he could smell something burning - meant Lou was probably cooking again - and after wrapping a dark blue towel around his waist, he headed for the locker room.
Only this wasn't the locker room.
Probationary Firefighter Mike Silletti finds himself standing a few feet from the Front Door, clutching the towel around his waist like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car - if deer walked on two legs and bothered to bathe and/or wear towels.
"Uh, guys?"
Because this has got to be a joke, right? Pretty good joke, turning the locker room into a bar. He smiles, thinking about it. They've gotten him good this time.
He looks behind him, not sure where the door has gone, but it hasn't quite registered yet.
"Seriously...you got me."
No, seriously...where are the guys. They should've been busting his balls by now, laughing at the look on his face. This...this is weird.
[OOC: Welcome to the bar, Probie. Mike is from Rescue Me and is in that nebulous timespace between seasons 2 and 3. Be gentle? Or not. Open til I say it's closed.]
The shower had been normal, too. All he'd needed was to wash the smoke and ash out of his hair. As he stepped out of the shower, he could smell something burning - meant Lou was probably cooking again - and after wrapping a dark blue towel around his waist, he headed for the locker room.
Only this wasn't the locker room.
Probationary Firefighter Mike Silletti finds himself standing a few feet from the Front Door, clutching the towel around his waist like a deer in the headlights of an oncoming car - if deer walked on two legs and bothered to bathe and/or wear towels.
"Uh, guys?"
Because this has got to be a joke, right? Pretty good joke, turning the locker room into a bar. He smiles, thinking about it. They've gotten him good this time.
He looks behind him, not sure where the door has gone, but it hasn't quite registered yet.
"Seriously...you got me."
No, seriously...where are the guys. They should've been busting his balls by now, laughing at the look on his face. This...this is weird.
[OOC: Welcome to the bar, Probie. Mike is from Rescue Me and is in that nebulous timespace between seasons 2 and 3. Be gentle? Or not. Open til I say it's closed.]
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He pats the countertop. "I think the Probie needs some clothes before he breaks a rule."
Then a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt appears -- like magic! -- and he hands them over to Mike.
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"What. Woah." He works his jaw, speechless for a minute. "That's a neat trick, Lou. Where'd you learn that, magic school?"
It is kind of cold in here. He takes the shirt and quickly pulls it on, then moves to do the sneakiest deck-change ever beneath the towel, tugging on the sweats.
He somehow manages not to break the rule about nudity, but only barely.
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When Tommy gives him a Look, he shuts his mouth about Lou's magical abilities (or lack thereof) and focuses on the counter. The prospect of one of the fancy coffee flavors is exciting, and it's for that reason that he forgets that both Lou and Tommy are right there listening to him ask for a drink.
It's one of the ones that tastes like a Snickers bar in a cup.
"..and could you do one of those little..." Mike motions at the foam. "Those little pictures on it?"
Bar obliges, much to his delight.
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"You gotta be kiddin'," Tommy sneers. "We were never this simple and innocent. Believe me, I would've remembered if I was this simple and innocent, and if I did remember, I would never speak of it again."
He turns to Mike. "You get it now? That the bar is magic?"
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"Yeah, I mean, I guess, 'cause it just sorta showed up here, like you said...and it just gave me this coffee for free, and it's got the picture on it of...of..."
Mike stares at the slightly-damaged latte art with a somewhat sad expression.
"What's the planet with the rings again?"
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He listens to Lou's instructions, and nods. And then he grins.
"That Ren Faire chick was pretty hot," he agrees.
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He goes a little starry-eyed at the prospect.
"You mean like, real superheroes...like one day I'm gonna be sitting here drinking a coffee and Wonder Woman is just gonna show up and order a drink?"
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"Yeah, that's exactly what I mean. Though you never know who's a superhero or not, 'cause they could be in disguise. It makes introductions really interesting. And also, the standard 'Where are you from?' becomes 'Where and when are you from?' 'cause they can come from the past or the future -- it's kinda crazy, but once you get used to it, it's pretty goddamn fun."
He turns to Lou. "You met anybody with special powers?"
Lou sticks his hands in his pockets and shrugs a little. "Sure did."
"What can she do?"
"She can bake. And I mean bake. Hoo boy, can she bake." Sunshine can do that, oh yes.
Tommy stares at him a bit blankly before turning back to Mike.
"So yeah -- all kinds of women."
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Maybe she'd even have the rope. That could be fun.
Though then again, after the threeway with his first grab...being restrained might be a little weird.
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"Have you met any superheroes, Tommy?"
Unspoken: And have you nailed any of them?
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"At least, like, easily half a dozen. Or, maybe, like, three. Okay, actually, I can't really say how many for sure, 'cause y'know, the whole secret identity thing an' all, but there's some chicks here who I can tell have superpowers, know what I mean? And actually, there's this one chick I know who's a superhero for sure, but we've got more of a-- kind of a-- friend-thing going on, so--"
Lou abruptly holds up a hand. "Stop right there, Tommy. Since when do you have friend-things with women?"
"What?" Tommy says defensively. "It's possible!"
"For eunuchs, perhaps, but for you? I find it hard to believe."
"Listen, I am perfectly capable of having a platonic relationship with a woman--"
"I don't know you anymore."
"Jeezus Christ. Probie, you've got friends who're chicks that you haven't slept with, right?"
Lou shakes his head. "Look at who you're asking, Tommy. It's the Probie."
"...Yeah, okay, but still! Well, do ya, Mike?"
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He stops to think about this, and it takes him a moment (as usual) to come up with an answer (as much as he can, anyway) and another brief pause to formulate it into words.
"Well, yeah, I guess. A couple." Mike scratches the back of his neck uncomfortably. "There were a couple of girls I met at that party at the Chief's house, but they're kinda...lesbos...so I dunno if that counts? We hang out sometimes...go to the movies and stuff..."
He trails off, focusing his attention downwards into his coffee cup.
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Tommy frowns, trying to wrap his brain around this. "Wait. A guy who hangs out with lesbians? What-- what even is that?"
"I don't know," says Lou, thoroughly stumped. "It's like a reverse fag hag."
"Holy shit, Probie. You're so gay that you've gone past straight and back to gay again. No offense."
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Though open mike nite at Hot Java is pretty homo-friendly.
It's the poetry slams.
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"Mmnope, you're still gay. Anyways, you're here now, with people from worlds upon worlds to choose from, so odds are you'll find somebody to-- do something with."
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"I'll find a chick," he says. "A hot chick. Maybe even a superhero," he adds.