[For Bill]
Apr. 4th, 2009 06:08 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
The Catscratch Club is not the best place to write memoirs, but I find the ambiance distracting enough, encouraging enough to put down words on the page. I've got a drink in front of me, a cigarette going, and my notebook turned open to a page where I edit out the words before me, recalling my time in Buchloe, just before Landsberg.
Joe is upstairs doing...well, whatever he does up there. I don't priviledge myself to ask because I do trust him and by the time I finish my drink and enjoy the music, he's usually done and we can head home. I see no purpose in going upstairs myself. I wouldn't exactly enjoy the parade of flesh on display, whether female or male.
So I'm far more inclined to write. It's what I like and it passes the time.
Joe is upstairs doing...well, whatever he does up there. I don't priviledge myself to ask because I do trust him and by the time I finish my drink and enjoy the music, he's usually done and we can head home. I see no purpose in going upstairs myself. I wouldn't exactly enjoy the parade of flesh on display, whether female or male.
So I'm far more inclined to write. It's what I like and it passes the time.
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Date: 2009-04-04 10:53 pm (UTC)He opens his mouth to say somethin', but pauses when he takes in what the hell Web is doin'.
"You're such a nerd," he spats, a word he picked up from Kara. He likes it, kinda funny soundin'. "What the hell're ya doin' writin' stories in a bar?"
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Date: 2009-04-04 10:55 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-04 11:43 pm (UTC)"You an'...Joe, you're...together, ain't ya?"
And fuck, that's kinda hard to say without throwin' up in his own mouth. But he's tryin', for Joe. Only for Joe.
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Date: 2009-04-04 11:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-05 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-05 11:21 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-06 04:37 am (UTC)"Helen can sleep with whoever she wants," he grinds out, angry that he even cares, that Web of all people can even fuckin' tell. He feels a spike of shame, pathetic, but it too burns into anger. "I was under the impression that this queer shit wasn't just the sex. I just thought you'd wanna know."
He gets up, not wantin' to stick around.
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Date: 2009-04-06 11:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-04-07 01:50 am (UTC)"I don't...hate...you or nothin'," Bill mutters, followin' Web back to the bar. "Don't hate any of you boys, okay? I just..." He shakes his head, scrubs a hand over his face. Goddamn, he does need that drink.
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Date: 2009-04-07 02:04 am (UTC)