Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle walked into work today, bypassed all the clothing, sat his ass down behind the counter, pulled out a bottle of the brightest, most obnoxious yellow nail polish he could find, and set to work painting his nails.

And once they had been painted, once they had dried, he reached for another bottle of nail polish and gave them another coat in a different colour.

He'd probably have to, like, stop doing that eventually. But for the time being? Hey, green went really nice right next to yellow. Maybe it went really nice right overtop of yellow...

Demon Marcus was open. And probably a little nail polish scented today.

[OOC: Open!]

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[myownface]

"... I don't think she knows how to do that," Sparkle noted. "I'm pretty sure drama gives her tits life."

[spectre_alenko]

"It was worth a try," Kaidan said. He looked Sparkle over. "What are you doing later tonight?"

[myownface]

"Tonight? You mean, like, after painting your nails? Like nothing. Why?"

Sparkle blinked and tilted his head a little.

[spectre_alenko]

"Figured I'd drag you to Caritas and pour a bunch of fancy drinks into you," Kaidan shrugged, "My turn to buy."

[myownface]

"I do like fancy drinks," Sparkle noted, smiling crookedly. "It's Atton's day, too. I can make a whole evening out of drinking on your dime and throwing beer nuts at my roommate."

He shoved the nail polish bottle to the side, and then went rummaging for a blue or something.

"What's the occasion?"

[spectre_alenko]

"Seivarden's a bitch, she's a big old bitch, she's the biggest bitch in the whole damned world," Kaidan singsonged.

Then he shrugged, "You've had a shitty few weeks. I'm pretty sure it's in the bible that equals fancy drinks and a chance to throw beer nuts at your roommate."

[myownface]

"I mean, my weeks have been comparatively less shitty than some," Sparkle pointed out. "... But I'm still gonna drink on your time. I'm not stupid."

If someone offered to pay, you let them pay. The rule.

[spectre_alenko]

"Good," Kaidan grinned at him, "Do I need to worry about you hopping up onto the tables in Caritas?"

[myownface]

"ONLY if Tino encourages it," Sparkle decided, laughing. "And even then... nah. I probably don't have any points to prove to the zombies anyway."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan laughed a little, "Well, there goes that mental image."

[myownface]

"I will never have to prove points to the zombies with a table dance," Sparkle shared. "Ever."

[spectre_alenko]

"You weren't dancing, just standing," Kaidan noted. Then he pictured it. Then he forcibly stopped picturing it.

"The zombies creep me out a little," he offered, "Though I hear they're harmless, except when murdering music."

[myownface]

"Yeah, they're harmless, but they're still rotting dead dudes with musical instruments," Sparkle pointed out. "They're kinda creepy just by virtue of existing?"

...

"That makes me sound horrible."

But zombies.

[spectre_alenko]

"For me, it's more memory," Kaidan acknowledged, "Undead shambling things, shot way too many of them over the last five years. I'm not sure whether Kitty'd murder me or give me an open tab for life if I shot her band."

Probably the former. She was pregnant, holding musician interviews didn't sound like something she'd want to do.

[myownface]

"I mean.. they're her band," Sparkle pointed out. "But they're also kinda harmless. Ugly but charming. Shooting them would kinda be..."

He squinted a little.

"Murder? Desecrating a corpse? Something?"

[spectre_alenko]

"Rude," Kaidan pointed out helpfully, "It would be rude. They're not my zombies and they're not hurting anyone."

[myownface]

"Probably a little worse than rude," Sparkle noted, holding up two fingers about an inch apart. "I think they're at least semi-sentient. They write music. They were pushing their album a while back."

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan paused and took that in. "Thanks," he said, a little surprised himself, "That actually does help. If they can think, they're people, and that's nothing like the things I had to deal with. We called them 'husks' for a reason."

[myownface]

Sparkle paused for a moment. And then nodded.

"They're different from the hollows, too."

Had he mentioned the hollows before?

Fuck, whatever.

[spectre_alenko]

He hadn't.

".. Hollows? Do I even want to ask, or is it as creepy as it sounds?"

Sorry, but that's getting said here and not where there's alcohol involved. Ew.

[myownface]

"You... probably don't want to know," Sparkle noted, "but might need to, at some point. We've gotten hit by that same world twice now, who knows if it'll happen again?"

[spectre_alenko]

"You're not telling me about creepy things after you've started drinking," Kaidan said firmly, "That way lies nightmares. Spill."

[myownface]

"Alternate reality that keeps clashing with this one, where it's like... all of us, in the future, only people are slowly losing their memories, turning feral, and then changing into giant murderous monsters."

That one couldn't have some out sounding more carefully clinically flat if he'd been run over by a steamroller.

[spectre_alenko]

Kaidan knew that tone of voice. He'd been using it an awful lot lately himself.

He eyed the still wet nail polish, then decided he didn't care. Sorry, Sparkle, you're getting hugged again. Carefully, because armor's not exactly comfortable.

"The fuck is it with this place and the creepy?" he asked.

[myownface]

"It does it really well," Sparkle muttered, his forehead kind of going thunk against Kaidan's shoulder. "The feral, emptied out stage before they turned into monsters were the hollows. I got to meet mine."

He'd been a real fun guy.