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Dite's Decadent Delights, Friday

Riiiight, Sparkle had, like, jobs and things.

Somehow, that had seemed more like an awesome novelty and less like a stupid road block thrown up in his face specifically to get in the way of his refusing to have any part in the world, oh, a few weeks back. For some reason or other. Really. But, since he wasn't quite ready to lose his jobs for the sake of some 'died, turned into a vampire, and ate somebody he liked' trauma, here he was. At Dite's. Being... functional or something.

That's what it was, right? Sitting at the counter and painting his nails, refusing to acknowledge people as they came into the shop?

Functional.

This job was way more awesome when he was being a jerk and dressing up the cock.

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Hey, that just made it easy for people like Atton to browse without being bothered. Or something. Don't take it up with Atton - he didn't particularly care either way.

He was, however, going to toss a large box of condoms on the counter, which just happened to make an obnoxiously loud noise.

And Sparkle was going to... jump. A little. Kind of.

"Got plans for the weekend, I see."

See Sparkle glance up from the condom box toward Atton with a raised eyebrow, even as his heart thumped loudly in his ears. He'd been aware he wasn't alone in the store. But, well, sudden loud noises. And Sparks was maybe just a titch jumpy, these days.

"We have a couple of weeks off, and I'd have to be crazy to spend them on this island," Atton said casually, like he hadn't noticed. He had - he definitely had - but he wasn't going to make it his business unless Sparkle did.

"So you're going off to the mainland, or...?" That was about as much prying as Sparkle was going to do. Really, it was about all the prying that Sparkle had the energy to do. "I'm stuck here. Might wander to Baltimore or something, just to not be stuck in this fucking place. Last thing I want to do is spend more time here than I need to. I'd head back to Canada, but trips like that on no notice aren't fucking cheap."

And Lewis would get curious as to what was up to make Sparkle actually prefer the home, and what the hell was he supposed to say?

'Oh, yeah. Ate a friend of mine the other week. Could use some nice relaxing downtime in a shithole Toronto group home before going back to the island that's actively trying to kill me.'

"Probably to the mainland," Atton agreed. "Might grab a portal to some backwater back home at some point, wash the Earth off of me for a few days."

He'd be willing to drag Sparkle with him, but he wasn't going to offer - that was just stupid, and killing potential alone time WITHOUT SIA LURKING AROUND that he could've had.

Also, oh, Sparkle. As far as going evil went, that was positively cute.

"Roll around in the dirt on some other planet, instead?"

Could Atton hear the envy in Sparkle's voice at that as he rang in the box of condoms? Could he?

"You gotta take me to one of those places sometime. Show me what the rest of the universe is like out there. Earth kinda sucks."

Fandom was helping to reinforce that idea, somewhat.

"Sure, come along," Atton said magnanimously. So much for solo time. Though Sparkle was the kind of guy who knew when to make himself scarce, right? "I have to warn you, though, it's rotten everywhere. The how and the where varies."

But hey, he got wanting to get away from this planet for a while.

"I'm used to pretty rotten hows and wheres," Sparkle pointed out, perking up a little for what was probably the first time in weeks. "You don't mind me tagging along? Not like I'll be underfoot the whole time. A whole friggin' planet that isn't this one, I'm not gonna stay still for long."

Oh no. He'd be out and exploring every Hutt-infested shithole like someone had lit his ass on fire. Wretched hives of scum and villainy? Fucking sweet.

See, Atton had been thinking somewhere quieter. You know. Full of smugglers, less Hutts--

Atton should probably learn to check his Portalocity itineraries one of these days.

"No, I don't mind," he said, waving his hand vaguely. "Just beat it if any girls come calling. I'll probably be in Baltimore next week, then skip over there after that. Or do something different. Haven't decided yet."

He didn't like being predictable, all right?

And Sparkle didn't know what to do with predictability if it was set in front of his face, anyhow. Probably go out of his way to fuck it up. Because chaos was fun, that's why.

"Yeah, yeah, I'm not planning on getting in the way of anybody's booty call," he promised, waving a hand dismissively. "Let me know when you're going, and I'll be ready to, you know... tag along or whatever. It isn't like I have much packing to do."

He'd bring his makeup. Job done.

"You have any plans for the next two weeks otherwise?" Atton asked.

Because it'd be just terrible if he accidentally interrupted teary goodbyes between Sparkle and Alec the Unprintable Twi'lek Word.

"Nnnnnnnnnnope."

Sparkle's plans up until right about this moment mostly involved hiding from the world and pretending that he hadn't been deeply emotionally disturbed by the whole dying-and-eating-people thing.

"Was gonna get drunk a lot, I think."

He had no idea how to talk to Alec again. None.

"My plans exactly."

And fortuitously, you would be grabbing those drinks with a guy who had actual experience in the going-ax-crazy-and-attacking-all-your-friends area! How lucky.

"Monday, then. Tonight I'm hitting up Caritas for a last hurrah."

Lucky, lucky Sparkle!

"Monday," he agreed, nodding. "I'm... looking forward to it. Get the hell off this rock. Go somewhere that makes sense because it's fucked up in slightly more normal ways..."

Totally normal. Yep.

"As long as you think you can deal with the aliens," Atton said - yeah, still casual - and tossed some money on the counter before taking his box of condoms.

Which he was going to be using elsewhere over the next two weeks. The island could bite him.

"Are aliens any weirder than humans?" Sparkle shrugged. "Or pink ponies, or weird guys running around in tights with superpowers? I can deal with aliens. I'm sure assholes are assholes no matter what planet they come from."

It was a safe bet, yeah.

"Just don't call them 'assholes' to their faces, and you should be good."

Because that ended badly. Trust Atton; it was another one of those things he had a lot of experience in. "Try to avoid anything that smells worse than you do."

Though technically that would include Atton.

There was actually a pretty long list of things that smelled worse than Sparkle did. He was kind of pedantic about personal hygiene, if nothing else.

"I'll keep that in mind," he decided, smirking just a little.

Damn, he'd needed this conversation, and he hadn't even been aware of that fact.

"No antagonizing anyone that looks like they can kick my ass. Even if they are assholes."

Atton had given up on personal hygiene right around the time he quit the job that involved using Whatever Was Necessary to completely turn people's minds upside down. The lack of showering was quickly becoming a point of pride.

Well, not pride. Symbolic? It was symbolic.

Also lazy.

"If you think you can handle that," he said. "I've met you."

"I make no promises," Sparkle decided, his voice going solemn. "If I get my ass kicked on some planet in another galaxy, I've probably got it coming to me."

And it would totally give him bragging rights that nobody in Toronto would ever take seriously. It would be awesome.

"You already do," Atton said, rolling his eyes. "But hey, in that case, see you Monday."

He gave Sparkle a kind of half-assed salute with the box of condoms, as was only right.

You knew it was a comfortable friendship when you could salute a guy with a box of condoms while surrounded by sex toys.

"See you Monday, man."

Oh, he was looking forward to it.

Or at least a friendship that didn't have more than a few given shits to rub together.

Atton sauntered out of the shop without another word. He was getting out of this place for a few weeks, and it was going to be good. Well, better. Well, something, anyway.

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