Hyde is Also of Interest (allegedly)

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

...Hyde's in the bar, dressed in his black Jimmy Page shirt (ooh, look, it says ZoSo on the back!) and denim vest and pot leaf belt buckle and faded striped jeans.

He has one of those paddle-ball combos, y'know? Except, um, the ball is missing. So it's just a paddle with a piece of elastic dangling from it.

He's at the bar, surreptitiously turning over something white and cigaretteish in his hand as he absently wonders the whereabouts of the Head Barman sits there looking all friendly and inviting-like, as though you couldn't help but talk to him because his hair is so frizzy.

Also, he has peanut butter. Skippy. In a jar.


[ETA: Now rated R. For Raunchy. And Really High.]

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[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

Asar-Suti bounces over. Looking bouncy. Also, totally not like himself.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

[OOC: So what's he look like? The icon? :}

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

[[OOC: Yep - only perhaps less purple, because purple = giveaway it's him. But all his icons are purple so muns recognise him out of a crowd and stuff.]]

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde stares at the...bouncy parts of her...bounciness. Heh.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

"Hello," Asar-Suti says in Ilsa-voice, trying to sound cheerful. And succeeding, because Ilsa's voice at nineteen rather lends itself to cheer. "What that you have there for?" She gestures at the peanut butter and the paddle with the broken elastic.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde holds up both accoutrements and giggles.

"For fun and profit. Also, you're strangely hot."

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

'Ilsa' smiles at Hyde; it's just the icon that stays serious because there is only one for her that everyone presently Ilsa-shaped uses.

"Which part is fun, and which part is profit, then?" She leans on the bar beside Hyde; she is very short but, as she is a woman, might rather be called petite. Her posture is open, as is her smile.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"I haven't figured it out yet. Also? You're strangely hot."

Hyde grins at her and stares at her breasts. Yeah, he's toasted.

[asar-suti.livejournal.com]

'Ilsa' smiles at him. Hyde seems to have quite the one track mind when it comes to women. Well, Ilsa was considered the most beautiful woman in Solinde, and other than some, Asar-Suti now wears her shape comfortably and on purpose.

"Out the back door, there's winter for you to cool down if it's too hot for you," she grins.

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

Shadow's interested in the paddle and rather intrigued by the brown paste in the jar.

"Evening. Are you planning on putting that to good use?"

She's working through her first hangover in nearly fifty years and is still out of sorts, but she smiles a little and orders herself a drink to ease her woes.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde looks over and smiles. "Shady, man. Do you realize how many rats wind up crushed into your average jar of peanut butter? Fifteen, man. Ralph Nader says so. Hey, you look hungover or something. Buy me a beer?"

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

She wrinkles her nose and leans over to inspect the jar. "And yet you still eat it? I suppose there's worse to be had ..."

She drops a coin on the bar and a beer appears in front of Hyde - bottle this time.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"I eat to live. It's a law of nature. I drink to get wasted." Hyde raises the bottle to her. "Here's to many a funky night."

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

Her next grin is a little more like normal. "Aye, to many funky nights past and ahead."

She takes a sip and sighs, resting her chin on folded arms contentedly. "There's quite a crowd here tonight. 'Tis tempting."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"Tempting to what - dip them in honey and cover them with fire ants?"

Hyde is so obviously high. One could almost construe it as comical. Well, it sort of is - he's not often this obviously high...

[shadythief.livejournal.com]

"Do a little business," she replies, sneaking a hand down to give Hyde a friendly pat on the rump.

"I'd like to be welcomed back but that doesn't ease the itch."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

"There's so many different kinds of business, man. Where do we start?"

He quickly eats another pinkyful of peanut butter.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Skippy.

The man has Skippy.

Brian staaaaaaaaaares.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde staaaaaaaaaaaaaares back.

Is it love at first sight?

He bursts out into a wide, rather goofy sort of grin. Probably because he's recognized the "cigarette" tucked behind Brian's ear.

There is, in fact, one of a similar nature on the bar before him. He holds it up to Brian and cackles, as only the high can cackle.

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Brian covers his face with his hands, laughing quietly.

"No more! No more! Peanuts!"

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde, still cackling, holds out the Skippy jar to him next.

"Skippy? Fresh from the plant, man. Great on sandwiches, better on fingers."

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Brian grabs a fingerfull. Because this? This is not just peanut butter. This is Skippy.

"You have no idea how hard this stuff is to get in Cardiff, man. It's like... tesco, okay, tescovaluepeanutbutter which I'd rather kill myself than eat although if I ate enough I could probably do both at once, and then there's Lidl cheap foreign Ikea of food, and they have own brand peanut butter which is only acceptable on toast, and then Hypervalue occasionally has Skippy and also snickers."

He takes a breath and considers for a minute.

"I like peanuts."

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

Hyde doesn't understand half of that, but he also does understand half of it, on some Distant Plane of Stoner Speak, and when he talks it's all hushed and conspiratorial and special-like.

"I like 'em too, man. You know what else I like?"

He holds up the ball-less paddle. "This thing I stole from Forman, man. I don't know what I'm gonna do with it - but it's gonna be funny."

[grimy-brian.livejournal.com]

Absentmindedly, he fumbles for a lighter, taking the spliff from behind his ear and sticking it in the corner of his mouth. He doesn't quite get around to the next logical step, though.

"No balls."

This is inexplicably funny, apparently.

[andmisterhyde.livejournal.com]

As it also appears to be to Hyde. "Yeah, man! Forman has no balls!"

After Hyde eats another fingerful of Skippy he whispers, "Hey. You wanna be careful about that, man. If the Head Fascist Barman sees you...he'll get pissed and blow something up." He grins and nods appreciatively. "So light up, man, and don't bogart that love."