( Jeff Calhoun's first Wednesday is Dean Winchester's first Wednesday at Crimson.
At two o'clock Dean lets himself into Crimson. He's used to routine. He's never opened a bar before, but he has a good memory and a step-by-step guide should he need to remind himself of any of the steps. It feels good to focus on something - despite the circumstances of this city and the video still ingrained into his memory, he needs to work. Aspire to something while he slowly and quietly rebels.
While setting up, Dean plays music that reminds him of home, that Jeff might recognize as almost sounding right. He likes the methodical and necessary way he gets to set the bar up just so.
He double checks his list, moves to marry the bottles behind the bar, and turns off his own music on his device, living with whatever plays over the speakers.
Always with a glass of whiskey he nurses behind the bar, Dean sips leisurely, but doesn't get trashed. He knows someone's coming in to perform, sort of a trial period. Dean likes live music, but he's hoping it's not folksy or chickish, or even worse, shitty covers. )
It's kind of a big milestone, and Jeff doesn't even know if he should celebrate it or just push the thought to the back of his mind and ignore it as best he can. He misses Ally-- he misses the others, too, sure, but Ally's the one who was with him from the start. From the first time he was on stage, to the last...
That fucking disaster.
Her absence looms so large, and he knows none of their songs sound quite right without her on the drums (not to mention the lack of bass, of backing vocals, anything outside of his voice and his guitar). But hey, he's a fucking professional. He's a star (sort of, kind of, in his own tiny niche in LA's underground). Jeff swallows back his nerves, and he gets up on stage, and he performs like he was born for it.
(Up here all alone. This is what you always wanted, isn't it? a voice that sounds a little like Ally's spits in his head. Ignore it, ignore it...)
He plays a mix of songs from home (Nervous Tix originals), a couple new pieces he wrote here in Duplicity, and a handful of covers to pad things out (nothing past the early 90s, since, well, he doesn't know any songs from the future). But more than that, he's conversational, playful, totally at ease with the crowd. He tells silly, stupid stories to lead into songs, cracks a few jokes, talks back to the audience here and there. It goes a long way towards making up for the lack of backing musicians. At one point, he pulls a girl up on stage with him, so she can fill in where Ally would normally be singing along. It's messy and chaotic, but totally fun, and people seem to dig it.
Not bad for his first solo outing. The magic he sings into the club certainly helps. Lights bursting, raining, like ephemeral glitter, and just the subtlest sparks of ecstasy to make the crowd giddy (nothing crazy, just a tiny boost!)...
When it's over, he's riding high on adrenaline. Fuck, he feels... normal? Fucking normal, in the best way, like he hasn't spent the past however-many months brain-fried from trauma and drugs and hallucinations.
Next step: get shitfaced, take someone home. He's bouncing on the balls of his feet, hyped, drumming his fingers on the bar. He grins when he sees Dean. ]
( If that isn't Jeff. He saw Jeff on the network, gave his cover a listen - Hole is underrated and Courtney Love forever-hot (RIP Kurt Cobaine), but he didn't track all of the replies. So, it's a surprise when it's Jeff Calhoun setting up and taking the stage. His presence is natural and has everything Dean likes in a set, most songs he doesn't recognize and the ones he does, he actually likes. Vintage all the way. He doesn't pick up on the uplifting of the crowd or the tiny boosts in enthusiasm. Some of the stories are actually funny. It is a chaotic show, but the best rock'n'roll is.
As Jeff slides up to the bar, Dean's already set an empty shot glass down in front of him and then sets another one in front of himself. He fills them both with well whiskey. )
I owe you for the carriage bubbly. ( He lifts one glass up. ) Good show.
i really intended to get you some avocados but now it's like a frozen fucking tundra outside i don't think i could survive long enough to get to a grocery store
can we rain check until it is warm or you can bum around here and we can request avocados every few hours
( is Daniel worried about a random california boy freezing to death in the down? idk. no. whatever. shut up. )
( you and him both buddy this louisiana boy went straight to california after he escaped the nest and no joke Daniel will freeze solid like Han Solo in carbonite if he stays outside longer than it takes Goldie Hawn to pee. )
in the standard dom housing you can order up practically anything sometimes they've got dirty looks when they show up with it but avocados for sure are on the menu
Yeah? You like a woman that can hand your ass to you? We'll have to see what we can do about that then, huh?
Yeah I'm a singer. I teach martial arts at red emerald in the day and work at the sinema most nights singing or like cleaning popcorn or whatever else beck needs doing
How?! It's like a European hostel. If they want me to have sex, it's not going to be in a room with roaches and mold.
Wait. What do you mean cameras?
[This is the first she's heard of this. There were warnings about guards and behaving, but actual cameras. Like being constantly monitored, she wasn't into that.]
Why would the have cameras there instead of in the Down.
Thank you. Who is your Dom? They wouldn't mind company?
oh my god dude should i go to your place or should you go to mine or do you just wanna play it right here and right now on the network??? I HAVE TO HEAR IT
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cw: discussion of passive suicide ideation
cw: passive suicidal ideation, drug use, hallucinations, possession, extreme self loathing
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action | when they get what they want, and they never want it again
At two o'clock Dean lets himself into Crimson. He's used to routine. He's never opened a bar before, but he has a good memory and a step-by-step guide should he need to remind himself of any of the steps. It feels good to focus on something - despite the circumstances of this city and the video still ingrained into his memory, he needs to work. Aspire to something while he slowly and quietly rebels.
While setting up, Dean plays music that reminds him of home, that Jeff might recognize as almost sounding right. He likes the methodical and necessary way he gets to set the bar up just so.
He double checks his list, moves to marry the bottles behind the bar, and turns off his own music on his device, living with whatever plays over the speakers.
Always with a glass of whiskey he nurses behind the bar, Dean sips leisurely, but doesn't get trashed. He knows someone's coming in to perform, sort of a trial period. Dean likes live music, but he's hoping it's not folksy or chickish, or even worse, shitty covers. )
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It's kind of a big milestone, and Jeff doesn't even know if he should celebrate it or just push the thought to the back of his mind and ignore it as best he can. He misses Ally-- he misses the others, too, sure, but Ally's the one who was with him from the start. From the first time he was on stage, to the last...
That fucking disaster.
Her absence looms so large, and he knows none of their songs sound quite right without her on the drums (not to mention the lack of bass, of backing vocals, anything outside of his voice and his guitar). But hey, he's a fucking professional. He's a star (sort of, kind of, in his own tiny niche in LA's underground). Jeff swallows back his nerves, and he gets up on stage, and he performs like he was born for it.
(Up here all alone. This is what you always wanted, isn't it? a voice that sounds a little like Ally's spits in his head. Ignore it, ignore it...)
He plays a mix of songs from home (Nervous Tix originals), a couple new pieces he wrote here in Duplicity, and a handful of covers to pad things out (nothing past the early 90s, since, well, he doesn't know any songs from the future). But more than that, he's conversational, playful, totally at ease with the crowd. He tells silly, stupid stories to lead into songs, cracks a few jokes, talks back to the audience here and there. It goes a long way towards making up for the lack of backing musicians. At one point, he pulls a girl up on stage with him, so she can fill in where Ally would normally be singing along. It's messy and chaotic, but totally fun, and people seem to dig it.
Not bad for his first solo outing. The magic he sings into the club certainly helps. Lights bursting, raining, like ephemeral glitter, and just the subtlest sparks of ecstasy to make the crowd giddy (nothing crazy, just a tiny boost!)...
When it's over, he's riding high on adrenaline. Fuck, he feels... normal? Fucking normal, in the best way, like he hasn't spent the past however-many months brain-fried from trauma and drugs and hallucinations.
Next step: get shitfaced, take someone home. He's bouncing on the balls of his feet, hyped, drumming his fingers on the bar. He grins when he sees Dean. ]
Dude! Hey! Didn't know you worked here.
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As Jeff slides up to the bar, Dean's already set an empty shot glass down in front of him and then sets another one in front of himself. He fills them both with well whiskey. )
I owe you for the carriage bubbly. ( He lifts one glass up. ) Good show.
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@avocado connect
but now it's like a frozen fucking tundra outside i don't think i could survive long enough to get to a grocery store
can we rain check until it is warm
or you can bum around here and we can request avocados every few hours
( is Daniel worried about a random california boy freezing to death in the down? idk. no. whatever. shut up. )
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[ HE IS 100% GOING TO FREEZE TO DEATH IF HE STEPS OUTSIDE, THIS IS NOT A DRAMATIC EXAGGERATION. Jeff just wasn't built for this kind of weather. ]
even avocados aren't worth the risk
thanks for trying tho
[ And-- hang on ]
wait
we can order avocados with room service? you can DO that??
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in the standard dom housing you can order up practically anything
sometimes they've got dirty looks when they show up with it
but avocados for sure are on the menu
you're not in the down still are you?
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sorry this took me ages!!!
HOT OR NOT OVERFLOW
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[ Besides between running the bar and the lack of submissives, he could pretty much indulge whenever he desired too right now.]
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[ There's no 'maybe' about it. He's definitely going to drop by.
Though, now that he's, like, actually coherent and alert (ish, for Jeff), it finally clicks. Mortal. Caliban called him that before, right? ]
so... am i talking to a god here? ;)
[ It seems the nicest way to ask WHAT FLAVOR OF IMMORTAL ARE YOU? ]
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I would rate your musical acuity a 10 out of 10
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your music taste is a 10
and i'd say that even if you didn't just compliment me!!
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Yeah I'm a singer. I teach martial arts at red emerald in the day and work at the sinema most nights
singing or like cleaning popcorn or whatever else beck needs doing
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or just hang out without any beatings that's good too
that's cool
i'm a guitarist. i mean i sing too but i'm way better at playing guitar
[ So... ]
i dunno what kind of music you're into but if you ever wanna like
team up?
we could get something going so you don't have to clean popcorn anymore
[ Look, HE WANTS TO BE IN A BAND AGAIN. ]
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I mean I've also slept with really shitty people for the sake of like, idk, various things that weren't affected by them being shitty
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The question is, do you have the hair for it?
A few, I guess? I can run for nearly ten miles without being winded. Also I can see outer space with just an ordinary pair of glasses.
Not sure many of them are useful here.
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Adorable, like I said. 😀
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un; QueenB
How?! It's like a European hostel. If they want me to have sex, it's not going to be in a room with roaches and mold.
Wait. What do you mean cameras?
[This is the first she's heard of this. There were warnings about guards and behaving, but actual cameras. Like being constantly monitored, she wasn't into that.]
Why would the have cameras there instead of in the Down.
Thank you. Who is your Dom? They wouldn't mind company?
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We can meet somewhere in the Down and I'll demonstrate my strength, and other things if you wish.
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...but he's going to try to seem, like, cool. Let's see how long he manages. ]
really?
what put me on your mind?
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oh my god
dude
should i go to your place
or should you go to mine
or do you just wanna play it right here and right now on the network??? I HAVE TO HEAR IT
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