fandomtownies | The Emporium is Open -- Tuesday

Pulling up outside, this trip into town was specific. Yazoo had a few things to do and after their night, no one was comfortable allowing any of their brothers to go out alone.

The bikes pulled up and parked, alarming as they headed into the store.

Michael's jaws clamped tightly shut as he saw the brothers pull up. Hunter was wide-eyed at the bikes, as any young man would be, but Michael pushed him onto the seat and put himself between Hunter and the visitors. Michael locked eyes with Ben for a second; they were both tense and ready for whatever might happen.

((ooc: and Mun actually has work that needs to be done, so responses may be slow to come.))

It really was Yazoo's intent to be in about his business and be out. The item he came for was a simple one. In fact, after frequent visits into the store, Yazoo even knew where to find what he was looking for. But the appearance of another person behind the counter was just too great a temptation for him to pass up.

Kadaj stayed by the door, his mood much darker which showed in the set of his shoulders, watching his brothers mill about, Loz finding something interesting in the stationary section.

Yazoo's movements were smooth and liquid when he went to the counter and he leaned on it with a coy smile and a creak of leather. "Good morning, Michael, Ben," he said softly.

[ooc- No prob.]

*nods curtly* "Yazoo. Was there something you needed?"

Hunter pushes himself forward to the counter. "Dude, those bikes are awesome." He jerks his head toward the door. "Can I take a look?"

His shoulder lifted lightly in a shrug and Yazoo looked at Michael, his gaze dark. "I only come in here when I need...something." He looked deliberately over to Ben and then back to Michael.

When the redhead came forward, Yazoo's expression opened up. "Sure. Just make sure to wait for one of us to unalarm. New employee?" he asked turning at the counter to look out the window at their bikes.

The tension between Yazoo and his dads didn't completely escape Hunter. In spite of a warning glance from Michael, he answers. "Relative. Just visiting." He licks his lips as he looks over at the bikes. "Those must cost a pretty penny. Custom built?"

"Yes, custom" Yazoo said. He pushed up from the counter and gestured for Hunter to follow him. "Loz," his hand waved toward his brother, "is the one who does the most work on them." With a mischievous grin toward Hunter to sell him on following him out to look at the bikes, "And they're fast."

Michael pulls Hunter aside before he can follow Yazoo. In a quiet but firm voice he says, "You are not to get on that thing, and you are not to go anywhere with him, understood?"

Hunter looks at Michael and rolls his eyes. "What am I, four?"

"Hunter, these guys are dangerous. And they do not like me and Ben. Do not put yourself in danger. Understood?"

Hunter rolls his eyes again. "Understood."

Still, he follows Yazoo out front. "Fast? What kind of speed do you get on these babies?"

((ooc: would sooo send Hunter off with the boys if I weren't so flipping busy :( ))

Loz looked up from his study of something to watch the exchange and hear nothing more than the hush of their voices before the young guy followed Yazoo out. He grinned and looked over at Michael and Ben.

"Fast." Yazoo said again, once he had Hunter outside. "Kadaj went out Sunday and outran one of those," he frowed, "state police? I don't understand how they are different from the police in town." Yazoo deactivated the alarm and tapped at the speedometer. 140 kpm was the top speed reading on the dial. "Buried the needle."

[ooc- I got a plan. We'll get another chance with him, provided Michael and Ben haven't talked him out of it before then.]

"Awesome." Hunter squatted next to the bike, running his hand lovingly along the seat. "State police just have a bigger jurisdiction. Town police take care of the town, state police take care of all the places between towns, and fill in in the towns as they're needed." He sighed. "I've been wanting a cycle so bad, but everyone I know is against the idea, including the girlfriend I'm about to ask to marry me. And no matter what my da...Michael says, I would love to take a spin. But he'd come out here and yank me off if my butt even got within a foot of that seat."

((ooc: Pub? If the boys are working tonight, I'll have him wander the town alone this evening.))

Yazoo heard the slip and turned to look in the shop, smiling. He sunk to his heels next to Hunter and using Hunter's body to block him from view of the store. "We're building a new one," he said casually. "It should be ready to test run soon. How long will you be here?"

[ooc- Unless Chewbacca is a no show, tonight is supposed to be a night off for them. Let me see if I can lead Hunter to me.]

"Oh, so awesome." Hunter bites his lip. "Leaving Saturday morning, if all ends up as planned. Don't suppose it'd be ready before then?"

Making a face, Yazoo shrugged. "It might," his features smoothed out into a pleasant smile. "You could still come by and see it, we live just outside of town before the causeway."

Hunter frowns. "I don't really know my way around here yet. Is it far? Could I get there by walking?" He nods his head in the direction of the store. "I'd find a way to ditch those two for this."

"You can walk this island from end to end," Yazoo said. "Follow Della out to Apocalypse. Left and that takes you straight for the causeway." He didn't point to show Hunter but nodded his head to indicate the direction to head in. "We're off on the right. You can't miss us."

"If you want to bring them, you can." Yazoo smiled innocently in face of what Hunter just told him about Michael and Ben not wanting him to even sit on one.

[ooc- *sneaky grin*]

Hunter snorts. "I'd have a better chance of flapping my arms and flying to the moon than getting those two to come along. Or even to let me go out there. I'll just tell them I'm taking a walk to familiarize myself with the island. They'll go for that." He looks at Yazoo thoughtfully. "Why do they not like you guys so much? I mean, it's not like we didn't see guys from the leather bars every night on Liberty Avenue, and you're far less scary."

((ooc: no, Hunter does not know the story. Yet.))

There is genuine surprise on Yazoo's face. "They haven't told you?" He stood and looked in the shop again, his gaze piercing straight through the partially reflecting glass in the morning light to look right at Michael.

"It's complicated." He looked down at Hunter. "Do you have a name?"

From the shop, Michael glares back at Yazoo through the glass.

Hunter blushes at having forgotten to introduce himself. He stands up and offers a hand. "I'm Hunter." Glancing back at Michael and seeing the glare, he adds, "I'm sure it is complicated. A hint might be appreciated, though."

"Yazoo," he replied, taking Hunter's hand. With a tug, he pulled on Hunter and stepped in close to him to purr softly in his ear. "Not my story to tell. But I'm sure you already know."

He dropped Hunter's hand and stepped back from him. Smiling, he turned and went back into the store. Yazoo still had yet to pick up what he came for.

Hunter stared after Yazoo for a moment, then went back into the store himself. Michael was keeping a close eye on Yazoo, and there was something else besides distrust in that gaze...something haunted. Some hurtful things went on... It was all Michael had said about the problems between him and Ben, and was about all Ben had said as well. Yazoo's posture when he'd approached the counter had an air of sexuality, though...Hunter stopped cold. There was no way Michael or Ben had cheated on the other. Not his parents. But then again...

Now he had to go see Yazoo tonight. He wouldn't get enough out of his parents, so he would have to pry it out of the other man.

Not dallying in the store now, Yazoo found exactly what he was looking for. A nice porcelain bowl, not too decorative but pretty in its simplicity. (http://www.korean-arts.com/images/WPBL001%20incised%20lotus%204x6.jpg)

Taking it to the counter, Yazoo waited patiently for Michael to ring him up.

[ooc- fast google says it's ~$55.00]

Michael is a bit surprised by the choice, but these guys were full of surprises -- not all of them good. "That's $52.90."

Laying out $53 in small bills, Yazoo rested his elbows on the counter. "Wrap that?"

"Of course." Michael finds a box that will fit the bowl and carefully packs paper around the delicate piece. He closes the box and slides it across the counter, along with a dime.

Loz and Kadaj headed for the door before Yazoo picked up the box. He slid it off and cradled it in his arms. Meeting Hunter's gaze, he nodded. "Nice meeting you, Hunter."

Giving Ben a 'see, I can be good' smile, Yazoo left the store.

"Nice meeting you too," Hunter replied.

Michael growled at his son. "You told him your name? What else did you tell him?" He shook his head. "Don't go near them. Don't trust them. You've been warned."

((ooc: 'see, I can be good' smile -- *snicker*))

Deb comes by for a few things. She drops the carry-basket when she sees Hunter.

She grabs him for a hug and a kiss, hastily wiping off the bright red lipstick from his face.

"When did you get in, baby boy?"

[ooc: after Hunter gets back from Yazoo]

Hunter returns the hug and kiss. That was something he definitely missed, being so far away from his relations.

Michael's voice was the one that answered, though. "Way too fucking early. I'm surprised he didn't get nabbed by the cops for being out during curfew. Somebody forgot that we'd warned him about that."

Deb clips him one.

"Listen, you little shit, curfew is inviotil-invo-- UNBREAKABLE in this town! We have disappearances, murders, ducks with teeth and fucking zombies. If your dads told you about it, don't go breaking it!"

She hugs him again. "So good to see you! You're coming over for dinner tonight. On the house, all three of you."

Hunter winces at the clip -- "Owwww." But he knows better than to fend it off or protest too hard. That he didn't see it coming was proof he hadn't been around his grandmother in a while.

"We'll be there," he promises her, leaning into her hug. "I've missed you," he adds, his voice turning a little shy.

"I missed you too, baby. Carl's at the apartment right now. He'll be tickled to see you. I gotta get the stuff and go open. Damn curfew cut off my evening hours, so now I have to run lunch."

She kisses him again. "But just because I bitch about it doesn't mean you go breaking it!"

She gathers and pays for the few sundries she came in for. "I'll see you boys later."

"Yes ma'am." Hunter tries not to sound teasing, just because he doesn't want to get clipped again. "Later." Michael and Ben add their goodbyes to his.

"Morning, Mike, Ben." She pauses when she sees Hunter. "Hi there."

"Hey, pretty lady." Hunter puts on his most charming smile. "I'm Hunter. And you are..."

Inara raises an eyebrow at Mike, then looks back at Hunter. "Inara Serra. You'd be 'Hunter' as in Mike and Ben's son, yes?"

Hunter looks a little crestfallen. "Darn it, they ruin all my fun. Is there no one they haven't told about me?" He smiles again. "Yes, I'm their kid. And they don't tell me near enough about the normal people around here."

"They're proud of you. It's what parents do," Inara says. "And I don't know if anyone in Fandom Town is exactly normal. Even the ones who appear to be."

She goes to get her purchases and comes back, "So, have you looked around the town much yet?"

"Aside from a short trip to Red's earlier, not much at all. I've got a few days I'll be here yet, so at some point I hope these guys won't be trapping me in here with them and I'll get out to see the town." Hunter smiles to show he's kidding.

"You're young - there's plenty of students about the town and I'm sure they'd be happy to meet you. I'll be in and out of town in the next few days, myself."

"You mean the high school students?" Hunter tries not to roll his eyes. "There's a little bit of a gulf between them and me. College, for one. Business owner, getting ready to ask my favorite lady to marry me, for others. Not sure I'll find much in common with them. I figure if I poke around town a bit I'll find some interesting people, though."

"Well, 'interesting' is one way to describe the inhabitants of the town," Inara laughs. "Welcome to Fandom Town and I hope to see you again."

Ivanova strolls into the shop, looking around curiously. Not surpisingly, she forgot her list. Not that there was anything important on it. One thing, however, that the Minbari didn't typically include in their toolkits was good old fashioned duct tape.

Michael pushes Hunter aside before his son tries more pick-up lines on unsuspecting customers. "May I help you?

"Um, yes," she said, peering at the shelves. "I'm looking for duct . . . you carry TVP?" She blinks hard, and then grins. "Oh, Lennier is going to love me." She shakes her head. "Right. Duct tape?"

"Duct tape would be back in the hardware, against the back wall. It should be right across from the end of aisle two."

"Thanks." She locates it quickly and grabs three, absently looping two over her wrists like power bracelets until she reaches the counter again. "How much do I owe you?" She begins digging for her wallet, hoping that she had changed enough credits for dollars.

"That'll be $3."

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