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[closed] no, I don’t like you
Characters: Kotetsu, Barnaby & Hughes
Location: a very quaint little bar in the Red Light Districtaka Bitch's Brew Bar but that's such a crude name
Rating: as worksafe as immature drunk adults can keep themselves
Time: March 5th, late evening
Description: two oyajis decide to chill and a poor bunny gets dragged along for the fun
[If there was any word you could use to describe the last few days Kotetsu and Barnaby recently had, 'hectic' seemed like the best one. Along with a whole bunch of other ones. It just seemed like no matter what, they couldn't seem to catch a break in Death City for too long and before Kotetsu could find himself practically tearing out his hair in frustration, a solution had dawned on him. What did people usually do in order to relax from such a stressful state of events?
...well really, what did Kotetsu do to relax from stress? Drink. And it just so happened that he recalled promising a certain someone a night of drinks. Perfect! The only real task was convincing his stingy shut-in of a partner to come along, and after a whole lot of convincing and whining (mostly whining), Kotetsu and Barnaby finally found themselves inside Bitch's Brew, Kotetsu keeping an eye out for wherever Hughes happened to be. Initially he'd been a little wary of going into the place until he'd had his own infrequent trips there and he realized that aside from the unfortunate name of sorts, the bar really wasn't that bad. And hey, any bar was a good bar as long as it had decent booze and a good atmosphere.]
Oh--! There he is! [Finally catching sight of the person that would make them a trio for a few hours, Kotetsu gave one last tug of Barnaby's arm before making his way over to the front of the bar, waving a hand happily to get Hughes' attention.] Oooi! Hope we didn't keep ya waitin' too long!
Location: a very quaint little bar in the Red Light District
Rating: as worksafe as immature drunk adults can keep themselves
Time: March 5th, late evening
Description: two oyajis decide to chill and a poor bunny gets dragged along for the fun
[If there was any word you could use to describe the last few days Kotetsu and Barnaby recently had, 'hectic' seemed like the best one. Along with a whole bunch of other ones. It just seemed like no matter what, they couldn't seem to catch a break in Death City for too long and before Kotetsu could find himself practically tearing out his hair in frustration, a solution had dawned on him. What did people usually do in order to relax from such a stressful state of events?
...well really, what did Kotetsu do to relax from stress? Drink. And it just so happened that he recalled promising a certain someone a night of drinks. Perfect! The only real task was convincing his stingy shut-in of a partner to come along, and after a whole lot of convincing and whining (mostly whining), Kotetsu and Barnaby finally found themselves inside Bitch's Brew, Kotetsu keeping an eye out for wherever Hughes happened to be. Initially he'd been a little wary of going into the place until he'd had his own infrequent trips there and he realized that aside from the unfortunate name of sorts, the bar really wasn't that bad. And hey, any bar was a good bar as long as it had decent booze and a good atmosphere.]
Oh--! There he is! [Finally catching sight of the person that would make them a trio for a few hours, Kotetsu gave one last tug of Barnaby's arm before making his way over to the front of the bar, waving a hand happily to get Hughes' attention.] Oooi! Hope we didn't keep ya waitin' too long!
when we drink, we do it right, gettin' slizzard
Busy? Were you guys as busy back home as you are here? [Because even the busiest people Hughes new usually still had time for social outings. Or, at least, they made time for it.] You can't always be that swamped, can you? [Then again, Roy had basically been that way before he was returned home...]
no i forbid that song as our drinking song
We're actually a lot busier back home than we are here. Full time job for both of us. It gets kinda... hectic. [His eyes glanced over at Barnaby as if seeking some kind of approval to the vague description of their work, since Kotetsu still wasn't terribly enthusiastic about telling just anyone that he was a hero.] But I've always got time afterward for drinks! Bunny usually never does though. He's a busy-body at every hour.
sippin' sizzurp in my ride, like Three 6...
But glancing over at Kotetsu as the older hero explained their jobs, he nearly rolled his eyes. Why Kotetsu was being so cautious here over their identities seemed like overkill on top of his old-fashioned ideals anyway.]
It's on-call when we're not actively working. I have other engagements. Outside of our normal duties, I do a lot of promotional work and public appearances. And I've... got other pressing matters when I am free.
[No such thing as a day off, anyway. Except tonight... Maybe a second beer wouldn't hurt. So he flagged down the bartender and let him recommend a drink for him.]
now i'm feelin' so fly like G6 :v
Promotional work? Care to expand on that? [Though the pause also caught Hughes' attention, he knew better than to pry into personal matters where his curiosity was likely not welcome.]
You basically had multiple jobs, then, from what I understand...? How did you not get exhausted from it? I mean, I had a full time on-call job myself, so to speak, and that was pretty grueling on its own. In my off time, I basically kicked back and relaxed as much as possible with family or friends, be it at home or at the bar. Don't know how much my workload was compared to yours, but I'd say Kotetsu's route would be the way to go. [He nodded toward the fellow father as he said this.] It gives you a chance to unwind, at least.
i'm gonna rage-quit this log
[Even if it was a reality he'd settled with, Kotetsu still would feel a little bad about never getting to properly see his family, especially his daughter, but they were content with how he was living and they supported him fully, so asking for anything more was merely a far-off thought now.
Not exactly willing to divulge into those sorts of matters, Kotetsu moved on quickly and gave Barnaby's arm a playful swat.] Basically, this one just hasn't developed a proper off switch yet. He's too new and too eager to get stuff done to know what 'time off' is.
not allowed, like a G6
[And then some, that was for sure. Barnaby just did his best not to roll his eyes as Kotetsu tiptoed over revealing his hero status. Really, it was just too much, especially since there were very few from Sternbild in the city, but he decided to just go along with it. Mostly.]
I have no need for a 'proper off switch', as he puts it. I've got enough on my plate; I'd rather work than pass the time with nothing on my plate. [Mostly because his extra time was spend researching his parents and getting swept up in his emotions. Rolling his eyes, Barnaby took the new drink offered and began to drink it. At that 'ignore Kotetsu' rate he was going, he'd probably end up drunk in minutes.]
yeah, not allowed 8( , like a G6
Kotetsu had a point. Maintaining what one could handle and not taking on too much was a delicate balance. Hughes had seen plenty of that struggle over the years with Roy, and even though years had passed since their youth, Roy never seemed to learn to do any better, mostly because he never knew when to quit. Yet, it was never a bad thing to know when to stop and say no more.]
I'm sorry to say, but I agree with Kotetsu. It sounds like you ran a celebrity job in parallel with whatever else you had going on, and that's hardly anything...ah, normally manageable, if you will. Both are very much full time jobs on their own. From what I understand, you were likely running around all the time, and the only time you ever stopped was to eat or sleep, right? [Hughes shrugged.] I have nothing against it if that's how you want to run your life, but while there is a thing as having enough on your plate, there is also such a thing as having too much, and more often than not, the cause of that happening is being young and biting off more than you can chew. You might think you understand your limits now, but, trust me, that's probably going to change for you sometime in the next ten years of your life.
/buys you both drinks and takes you home with me >:|
--oi, there's nothing wrong with being too forward! I'd rather be that than... too backward! [The meaning of this entire conversation is slowly derailing and crashing by the second. Huffing loudly, Kotetsu simply occupied himself with ordering something a little stronger than some simple booze, asking the bartender for a shot of whiskey on ice, only partially listening to whatever Hughes had to say from there.
...oh, he was agreeing with him. Kotetsu watched the two from the corner of his eye, more than curious to see how Barnaby would be able to argue against actual reason. Granted he knew exactly what other sorts of things occupied Barnaby's time enough that it kept him incredibly busy, far better than anyone else could know, and though he wasn't quite as objective about how hard Barnaby worked as he was before, he was still interested to see what he'd do about someone approaching him with the issue like this, concerns that he himself still secretly had. Come on partner, show him what you've got.]
ahhh I'm livin' la vida loca
But once Hughes joined Kotetsu on the lecture on wearing himself out, Barnaby lowered his drink. He had his own reasons for his research, things Hughes probably didn't understand--or wouldn't be able to, seeing as Barnaby had no intention of explaining it to him--but worrying about exhaustion wasn't on his current menu. After all, being the workaholic he was, he doubted he would change that anytime soon. So, turning to Hughes, he smiled that quiet, polite smile.]
While I appreciate the concern, Mr. Hughes, it isn't necessary. I don't overwork myself more than needed, and I'm sure I'll be able to keep up. If aging requires me to take a slower pace, then I shall accommodate when I come to it.
i want seconds, daisy. CAN'T WE STAY? 8(
He watched Barnaby quietly as the man responded and had to hold back a chuckle. How many times had he seen that exact smile and heard nearly the same explanation? It was a bit uncanny despite the circumstances, maybe even a bit amusing when Kotetsu's role, daughter, and suggestions were taken into account. Hughes had to wonder briefly if this world was just mocking him over the fact that Roy had recently disappeared, but it probably was not surprising that there would be someone else that was similar to that idiotic workaholic. At least Barnaby was not a part time womanizer.]
Okay. I'll take your word on that. [For now. Maybe Barnaby was actually capable of keeping that claim, though Hughes highly doubted it based on his personal experience.] However, if I ever see that you aren't, since you've just claimed that you don't, you can't get upset at me if I ever point it out to you and tell you to take it easy again at a later date. Does that sound plausible to you?
no time to take our clothes off and go dancing in the rain
Oh c'mon, if you're aware of it then the least you can do is put a little more effort into getting Bunny to embrace the idea of down time. You're not gettin' him to change unless it's by force. Trust me, I know! If you really want the kid to understand what us old men are talking about then forget about all those lectures and pointing fingers. Those aren't gonna do a single thing.
[With his whiskey done, Kotetsu waved the bartender back over for another before patting Barnaby rather roughly on the back.] Hear that Bunny? One day you'll know what we're talking about and you're gonna wonder why you didn't catch on to this kinda stuff sooner. It's like a waste!
can we just have another pina colada?
It sounds fine to me, Mr. Hughes.
[And rolling his eyes at Kotetsu, he turned his chair around and picked up his drink again.] I'm not going to regret not understanding the follies of old men, old man.