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Mike Pinocchio ([personal profile] forthedog) wrote2012-11-23 08:28 pm
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Dark and cold or bright and warm

There are innumerable bars in the city. Some of them, Mike is familiar with; the ones between the Dollhouse and home are well known to him by now and he to them. Some of them he hasn't met yet, simply by virtue of rarely going into the parts of the city where they are. And one of them he won't go back to, though the glass and the blood are long cleaned up and the bullet is picked out of the wall.

The one he's heading toward isn't really any of these, not entirely new to him but not close enough to be all that familiar, not exactly upscale but also not the kind of dim, smoky dive that he usually goes to when left to his own devices.

He doesn't know what this is about. He feels like he should. Because it's definitely about something.

Meet me at the corner of Haight and Beacon at 9.

It's a cold night and not as crowded as it had been in early fall, and Neil's the only one standing on the corner. Mike moves closer, not hurried, allowing himself the intervening time to just... look. Because naked or clothed, that's another thing he's not anywhere near tired of.

When he stops he looks from Neil to the bar and back again, one eyebrow slightly raised. "Hi."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-11-26 02:54 am (UTC)(link)
It might've been easier if I could've just forgotten like I know he has. Less complicated. Less fucking confusing, trying to keep dates straight and which ones matter now and which ones don't. But even without Tom here, even with our quickie City Hall wedding a few months back, our first wedding... it matters.

But the day before Thanksgiving was too fucking chaotic to make a big deal of it, so instead, I've waited 'til today. I've waited 'til after my shift, shooting off an invitation to one of the nicer bars I've been to in this city. I'm not nervous, not really, but when I see him there on the street corner, my stomach does this funny swoop thing that I can't really ignore.

Grinning crookedly, I close the distance between us and lean in to press my lips to his in a fleeting kiss. "Hey."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-11-26 06:31 am (UTC)(link)
"Come on, I'll buy you a drink," I smirk, curling a hand in the front of his shirt and tugging him toward the door.

"It's too fuckin' cold out here."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-11-27 04:01 pm (UTC)(link)
"Whatever," I shrug, unzipping my coat and taking a look around. "Table, I guess."

There's still this undercurrent of nervousness in my gut, but I try to ignore it as I weave my way toward the back of the bar to claim a secluded table.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-11-27 04:52 pm (UTC)(link)
My coat thrown over the back of my chair, I sit down across from him, elbows on the small, round tabletop.

"We got married on the 21st. You, me and Tom, in the front yard of the World Tree. I would've said somethin' 'bout it two days ago, but we were kinda busy, you know?" My eyes are on my hands while I fidget with a raw hangnail on my thumb, just to have an excuse not to look at him.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-11-27 05:19 pm (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, I know," I say, my own lips curving into a faint smile. "I didn't wanna make a big deal or anything, it's just..."

It seems important, and I can't just let go by like any other day. Last year, there was a party outside the compound. Tabula Rasa day or whatever the fuck. People getting drunk and laughing and having a good time, when I couldn't shake the feeling like I'd lost something irreplaceable. That my life was never gonna be what I wanted.

I fucked a stranger that night. Barely an introduction and we were sneaking back to his room for a quick fuck, and then I was gone before the sheets even cooled. With a sick, guilty lump in the pit of my stomach, I realize I don't let myself think about Tunny much. I'm not even sure I ever mentioned his name to Mike at all.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-11-28 06:42 am (UTC)(link)
Without really listening to what he's ordered, I ask for the same. It's not so much about the drink, anyway.

And once she's gone, I admit, "I know it doesn't mean the same thing to you as it does to me, I just... needed to."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-11-29 05:37 am (UTC)(link)
"I'm not," I whisper, lifting my eyes to his face, my fingers curling tight around his.

"I love you... This time last year kind of sucked, you know?"
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-12-01 04:14 am (UTC)(link)
"Don't be sorry. It wasn't your fault," I say, looking up when the waitress comes back with our beers, but I don't let go of his hand.

"Apart from nearly dying twice, the last few months," I say with a smirk, and by now I'm mostly used to the slightly tighter pull of scar tissue when I smile, "Things are kinda good, right now."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-12-01 05:09 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah?" I say, unable to really hide my surprise. Mike and Tom were together long before I came along, in ways that went way beyond fucking, and while I've finally moved past the belief that I'd wedged myself into a relationship that was just as strong or stronger without me, back on the island I'd always believed that they were the two that'd always find eachother. The two that would be together forever, and I figured he believed the same thing.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-12-02 02:41 am (UTC)(link)
"No shit," I mutter, rolling my eyes, my hand tightening around his. Unable to keep from returning his smile.

"Seems like we're doin' okay, so far."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-12-02 05:57 pm (UTC)(link)
"Everything around us is shit. You and me are pretty okay," I say, and I know that we weren't always, but unless I've been in some kind of deep denial, I'm pretty sure we're managing.

"Yeah," I murmur, my eyes following his to our joined hands, my heart clinching tight in my chest.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-12-02 07:51 pm (UTC)(link)
It's not what I'm expecting to hear, even if it's something I already knew, and I'm quiet for a long moment, my eyes cutting away from his face. "Jesus, Mike," I whisper, coughing out a laugh and pretending like my eyes aren't all blurry.

"You really gotta say all that shit when we're in a fuckin' bar?" I laugh, turning to look at him with a grin I don't even have any control over.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-12-02 08:02 pm (UTC)(link)
"We're already married, stupid," I laugh, batting his hand away only to catch his wrist and press a kiss to his palm.

"I miss him like fuckin' crazy," I admit, "I've never known anybody else like him." He could make me angrier than just about anyone ever could, and could turn around and make me happy like just about nobody else.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-12-02 08:09 pm (UTC)(link)
"I wonder where he is now," I murmur, even though I'm beginning to understand that there is no right now. Every place, every time overlaps and what seemed to be in the past might not be at all. We keep meeting over and over, and the only reason it seems like it's all happening one after the other is 'cause we can't make sense of it any other way.
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-12-02 11:42 pm (UTC)(link)
"And someplace, I never even left New York," I say with a snort of laughter, but according to Wendy, that was true.

"And maybe some universe, I'm there in the Realm, with you."
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[personal profile] likeaplanet 2012-12-03 01:45 am (UTC)(link)
"Yeah, three. Counting that year you were dead," I say, offering up a crooked smile and taking a sip of my own beer. "Four, if you count the year we were together, before we got married."