They arrived home just as Nils was heading out the door. “Hey,” he nodded to the crew in the living room, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall of the hallway.
“Aw, you’re leaving? C’mon man, we’re gonna hang here for a bit - don’t be so shy!” Alfred grinned.
“The movie starts soon. I’m going.” Nils said, decisively. “You guys can come if you want,” he shrugged. “They’re showing Hausu at M-16 tonight.”
A flurry of responses: “I’ll bet this’ll be more fun! With all of these cool bros? Failproof!” “I don’t like that bar. Like, total metalhead dive bar. Grody.” “I’m permanently banned. Pissy little fuckers, it was an old T.V. anyway.” “It is loud there, yes? I would rather not.”
Kiku looked up and asked if the movie was Japanese. Nils nodded.
---
On the way there, Kiku asked what the movie was about. Nils tried his best, but all he really got out was “It’s...Jesus, how to - okay -” a sigh - “a 1977 Japanese haunted house horror-comedy on acid.”
“This sounds interesting.”
“I’m serious. Acid. A cat painting spews blood. A guy turns into a pile of bananas. Furniture eats people. Fucked-up editing. Shitty effects. Neon and disembodied floating things all over the place.”
---
They grabbed some drinks at the bar and situated themselves in a dark corner in the back room with a good line-of-sight to the projector screen. Thrash was playing too loudly to really talk, so Nils flipped through the tabletop burger menu.
“Want a burger?” Nils shouted across the tiny table, pointing at the menu.
Kiku shook his head and Nils barely heard his reply of “I’m a vegetarian. Thank you though.”
Nils nodded and signaled that he’d be back, then went to order himself one at the bar. The burgers here were huge and goddamn delicious.
---
The credits stopped rolling and Nils turned to Kiku. “So?”
“....wow.”
Nils nodded, sipping his beer.
Kiku shook his head. “That...I do not know what to say about it.”
Nils shrugged. “You don’t have to.”
---
Feliks and Berwald were sitting together at a bar - at the bar of a gay bar, to be precise - because, while talking to Berwald in the Hjortdonner living room, Feliks had made the executive decision that Berwald needed to go out and meet some eligible men. Eligible men who also liked men. So off they went, Berwald metaphorically dragging his heels the whole way.
The problem seemed to be that either the men were scared of Berwald, or Berwald was scared of them. Feliks had heard that the man was intimidating from others, but he didn’t really get it. He shrugged to himself, downing his drink, while watching the second scenario happen - again - with a bit of dark amusement.
A very queeny fellow was hanging all over Berwald, being very forward, flirtatious, and touchy. Berwald was obviously frozen in terror, eyes wide and his normally-limited vocabulary reduced to the occasional noise.
Feliks sighed. This whole situation was a hot mess. Berwald just wanted a normal man - not a queen, not a bear, just a guy - and all of these strangers touching him were just freaking him out.
Feliks walked over and waved the offending man off, turning to Berwald with a hand on his hip. “Okay, fuck this sitch,” he stated. “Let’s just go to, like, that total tranny dive on Adams and 12th, get trashed, watch some God-awful drag queens and make fun of ‘em.”
---
The weekend after Hausu, Kiku went over to the Hjortdonner house and watched the MST3k version of Space Mutiny with all of them, plus Antonio, who made an enormous bowl of popcorn and then plopped down on the floor. Alfred and Gilbert got really high and giggled for practically the entire 93 minutes; one would yell something at the screen, the other would one-up the first, occasionally Nils would join with something snappy, and eventually the other four were laughing so hard Kiku had to pause the movie. They would calm down and the process would start over.
Gilbert had been hiccuping for ten minutes, and was now hanging over the side of the couch, howling and clutching his stomach - after an underwhelming chase scene the two vehicles onscreen exploded, and Alfred let out a loud keen and fell straight off the couch and onto Antonio.
LATFF [5e/?]
They arrived home just as Nils was heading out the door. “Hey,” he nodded to the crew in the living room, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall of the hallway.
“Aw, you’re leaving? C’mon man, we’re gonna hang here for a bit - don’t be so shy!” Alfred grinned.
“The movie starts soon. I’m going.” Nils said, decisively. “You guys can come if you want,” he shrugged. “They’re showing Hausu at M-16 tonight.”
A flurry of responses: “I’ll bet this’ll be more fun! With all of these cool bros? Failproof!” “I don’t like that bar. Like, total metalhead dive bar. Grody.” “I’m permanently banned. Pissy little fuckers, it was an old T.V. anyway.” “It is loud there, yes? I would rather not.”
Kiku looked up and asked if the movie was Japanese. Nils nodded.
---
On the way there, Kiku asked what the movie was about. Nils tried his best, but all he really got out was “It’s...Jesus, how to - okay -” a sigh - “a 1977 Japanese haunted house horror-comedy on acid.”
“This sounds interesting.”
“I’m serious. Acid. A cat painting spews blood. A guy turns into a pile of bananas. Furniture eats people. Fucked-up editing. Shitty effects. Neon and disembodied floating things all over the place.”
---
They grabbed some drinks at the bar and situated themselves in a dark corner in the back room with a good line-of-sight to the projector screen. Thrash was playing too loudly to really talk, so Nils flipped through the tabletop burger menu.
“Want a burger?” Nils shouted across the tiny table, pointing at the menu.
Kiku shook his head and Nils barely heard his reply of “I’m a vegetarian. Thank you though.”
Nils nodded and signaled that he’d be back, then went to order himself one at the bar. The burgers here were huge and goddamn delicious.
---
The credits stopped rolling and Nils turned to Kiku. “So?”
“....wow.”
Nils nodded, sipping his beer.
Kiku shook his head. “That...I do not know what to say about it.”
Nils shrugged. “You don’t have to.”
---
Feliks and Berwald were sitting together at a bar - at the bar of a gay bar, to be precise - because, while talking to Berwald in the Hjortdonner living room, Feliks had made the executive decision that Berwald needed to go out and meet some eligible men. Eligible men who also liked men. So off they went, Berwald metaphorically dragging his heels the whole way.
The problem seemed to be that either the men were scared of Berwald, or Berwald was scared of them. Feliks had heard that the man was intimidating from others, but he didn’t really get it. He shrugged to himself, downing his drink, while watching the second scenario happen - again - with a bit of dark amusement.
A very queeny fellow was hanging all over Berwald, being very forward, flirtatious, and touchy. Berwald was obviously frozen in terror, eyes wide and his normally-limited vocabulary reduced to the occasional noise.
Feliks sighed. This whole situation was a hot mess. Berwald just wanted a normal man - not a queen, not a bear, just a guy - and all of these strangers touching him were just freaking him out.
Feliks walked over and waved the offending man off, turning to Berwald with a hand on his hip. “Okay, fuck this sitch,” he stated. “Let’s just go to, like, that total tranny dive on Adams and 12th, get trashed, watch some God-awful drag queens and make fun of ‘em.”
---
The weekend after Hausu, Kiku went over to the Hjortdonner house and watched the MST3k version of Space Mutiny with all of them, plus Antonio, who made an enormous bowl of popcorn and then plopped down on the floor. Alfred and Gilbert got really high and giggled for practically the entire 93 minutes; one would yell something at the screen, the other would one-up the first, occasionally Nils would join with something snappy, and eventually the other four were laughing so hard Kiku had to pause the movie. They would calm down and the process would start over.
Gilbert had been hiccuping for ten minutes, and was now hanging over the side of the couch, howling and clutching his stomach - after an underwhelming chase scene the two vehicles onscreen exploded, and Alfred let out a loud keen and fell straight off the couch and onto Antonio.