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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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"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.