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Post by Martin Moss on Mar 23, 2012 20:59:07 GMT -6
Martin backed himself into a dark corner of an overly hip club, bobbing his head very slightly to the music with a bottle of beer nearly glued to his face. He'd been invited out on a Friday night by a group of people who were apparently on a mission to 'boost Moss's confidence'. In reality, it was pretty obviously about getting him stupidly drunk and/or laid so he'd stop having a downward spiral meltdown, which had been going on ever since the possibility of losing his job over a series of recent infractions had entered his mind.
He'd acquiesced, but he'd also shown up ridiculously early, which was making this whole night even more uncomfortable than it already was. Martin checked his text messages to make sure he hadn't accidentally gone to the wrong place -- which would have been a great and totally plausible excuse given his history, he now realized -- stopping at one from 6 PM. Green door. No sign. Packed with hipsters.
He briefly considered tapping someone on the shoulder and asking how much they hated Coldplay, just to make sure.
(ooc: ANYONE AND EVERYONE!)
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Post by Juliet Tancredi on Apr 24, 2012 6:29:15 GMT -6
Dressed in black super skinny jeans, black pumps, a faded Stones t-shirt and a leather jacket she was somewhat more rock-chick than hipster as everyone else in the club seemed to be. Even hipster itself had become too mainstream for Juliet to even consider trying to fit in with it. But this place often booked her their fortnightly live music nights so she didn’t really shit on it or its clientele as much as most people expected her to. She didn’t notice, however, one particular customer that night that she wouldn’t have expected to see there in a million years.
Grabbing her drink from the barman with a smile she headed off to accost said person who, to be frank, looked like he was in need of company. “Wouldn't have thought this was your kind of scene, Marty,” Juliet commented conversationally enough but, as ever, there was a slight undercurrent of sarcasm and mockery there as she looked at him critically. Taking a sip of her cocktail she gestured to him with it, “So, are you intentionally going solo tonight or has the rest of your little tech group not showed up yet?” she asked.
((ooc: She's not great but she's here!))
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Post by Martin Moss on Apr 24, 2012 15:33:17 GMT -6
Martin jumped slightly when he realized Juliet was standing right in front of him, so preoccupied was he looking for the people who were supposed to meet him there. There was hardly enough time to attempt to hide behind a guy in an ironic top hat, so he just leaned in and shouted back, "Really?" while looking around the room, taking her comment at face value. "Because every other person here is wearing my exact same glasses frames." And he wasn't wrong. Even his rumpled plaid shirt, Tekken tee and inexplicable decision to wear rather short shorts were not entirely out of place. He had no intention of being accidentally hip!
"This is not normally 'how I roll', if you must know," he conceded. "Other people were supposed to be here. People often change plans and forget to text me. Or I might be in the wrong place. There's supposed to be a green door, but I'm colorblind, so that's not very helpful. Where do you stand on Coldplay? Pleasantly melodic or mainstream hacks who must be stopped?" Martin demanded to know. Juliet belonged at a place like this, he assumed. It might have been all the leather jackets.
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Post by Juliet Tancredi on Apr 24, 2012 16:10:06 GMT -6
Eyeing him as if trying to decide whether he was for real with his reply, Juliet laughed it off good-naturedly and shook her head, “Key difference, Marty, you’re not wearing the glasses because they’re part of your outfit, you’re wearing them because you need them to see where the hell you’re going,” she explained. “You’re actually dressed quite hipster but I have a sort of feeling it’s just coincidence that your natural… look matches that of the hipster male,” the woman commented, gesturing up and down him vaguely as though to illustrate her point.
“Oh yeah, of course, because you roll in completely different circles,” she agreed in a mockingly serious and sombre manner, “It’s a red door, easy mistake to make,” the blonde told him as she took another sip of martini and considered her stance on Coldplay. “Honestly? I like them, mainstream hacks or not, and I actually really like Mylo Xyloto, so sue me,” she retorted defensively, ready and willing to back up her stance, mostly with rather ineloquent ‘deal with it’ responses but still. “Is there a reason for your sudden interest in my music taste? I could turn the tables you know, ask whether you find Radiohead innovative and lyrical geniuses or whether they’re just the whiny soundtrack for depressives… for example,” Juliet pointed out conversationally.
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Post by Martin Moss on Apr 24, 2012 19:38:20 GMT -6
Martin stood for a second, thoughtful, before taking off his glasses and hanging them from his shirt pocket as an experiment. "What about now?" he asked while stepping back. Though not being able to see the club clearly actually made it slightly more pleasant, he shook his glasses out and prepared to put them back on while he waited for a verdict.
"Yes, exactly. Thank you, Juliet." He silently mouthed red door while shaking his fist. Because really, two unmarked hip clubs only distinguishable by colors he couldn't differentiate? Terribly inconsiderate.
"Oh, no, I'm just gathering data," he shouted cheerfully before realizing how cold and impersonal his attempts at sociological observation sounded. "I mean. About you. But not in a weird way! In... a way... of friendship," he cocked his head to the side and winced.
"Who? Radiohead? I don't know who he is. Though I like his name. I'm sure I would've remembered it if I'd heard it before," Martin added, hoping that passed for a right answer. He wasn't exactly a sparkling conversationalist, particularly when he didn't have his projects to fall back on, but this was shaping up to be an unusually normal back-and-forth and he didn't want to blow it. "I quite like the Beastie Boys. Do you have an opinion on them?"
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