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Post by Kaoru on Jan 25, 2011 7:36:22 GMT
"Oh come on...you look like someone shot your dog." Not that Kreva had a dog...at least to Kaoru's knowledge. The keys were slipped into his pocket alongside his wallet, shoulderbag securely locked in the car.
He ducked into the cozy bar, eyes searching immediately for the television screens. An hour left. Not so bad, right?
"See, cheer up. There's an hour left of game time." He nudged Kreva before moving towards one of the booths closer to the television. "I'll even buy the first drink. Promise." He had yet to remove his sunglasses, dark shades still firmly on his face as he sat down.
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Post by KREVA on Jan 25, 2011 10:26:49 GMT
"YAY!"
Kreva made a beeline for the best booth....the one right next to the one that Kaoru chose. He dragged the other over without even waiting for a sound of protest or whatever. And then turned to look incredulously at his good buddy's face and the insult that was still sitting there atop a perfect nose.
"WTF man, why're you wearin' bloody SHADES in a pub...watchin' SOCCER?!"
He threw both hands up in the air.
"I just don't get Niikuras...weird species."
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Post by Kaoru on Jan 29, 2011 0:11:11 GMT
"I guess I can let that slide since it's my dad's name, not my mom's. Don't care if you insult him. Just leave her out of it." He smirked, leaving his glasses where they were and winking at the waitress who immediately came over to them.
"What can I get you gentleman?" She smiled, hand on the hip of her shorts, long hair in a loose ponytail.
"Just a beer for now." The brunette replied, glancing at Kreva. "And whatever he wants."
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Post by KREVA on Jan 29, 2011 17:37:18 GMT
Kreva rolled his eyes good-naturedly, giving his good buddy a kick from under the table to have Kaoru stop that monologue. The man's heard it far too many times for his liking.
"Shaddap!!"
He laughed.
"Make that two beers, sweetlips."
Kreva said while appreciatively looking at the chick that was serving them.
"Make it fresh, aight?"
Damned, nice ass...<3
"Will ya just check THAT. OUT."
He hissed from under his breath, leaning over the table to do so only after the brunette strutted off.
"Damned...<3"
Suddenly forgetting about life, the universe and everything. [a.k.a. soccer]
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 2, 2011 5:37:07 GMT
The shorter man took no time at all to kick his companion right back, hard. He nearly rolled his eyes at the way Kreva was leering at their waitress and although she seemed to be enoying the attention as soon as she was out of earshot, the brunette sighed.
"Seriously Kreva, you're lucky you haven't hit on the wrong girl yet. I'm surprised none of them have taken a swing at you." He glanced at the television screen. Damned. "What the hell?! They were winning when we left the school, how can they be -losing- now? It's only been like...fifteen minutes. What the fuck?!" Apparently Kaoru hadn't forgotten about the soccer game.
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Post by KREVA on Feb 2, 2011 21:07:10 GMT
"OW! Hahahaha! Damned, ya still got it in yer, dude! Good good! Keep that striker spirit right up y'all!"
Kreva yelped at that hard ass kick, but he didn't mind it at all.
"Meh, Imma cute as a baby. Who'd wanna take a swing at me?"
Preening just for fun with his lopsided grin intact, clinking beer mugs and letting some foam slosh on the table.
"EHHHHHHHHHH?! WHUT? YA SURE? HOH SHIT! NO NO NO NO!!!!"
Kreva turned just in time to see his favourite player lose an important dribble tackle.
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!"
He slammed the table hard.
"FOUL!"
And that outcry was matched by some other patrons of the pub.
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 4, 2011 7:02:53 GMT
Kaoru joined the hue and cry before bringing his beer up and draining half.
Relaxation was slowly starting to ease its way through tired muscles and he leaned back in his seat, glass still tightly held as dark eyes surveyed the room. The waitress was at the bar filling an order but he caught her throwing a few looks their way and chuckled.
"I think she's coming over here in a minute. What do you wanna eat?" He asked, stretching his legs beneath the table-top.
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Post by KREVA on Feb 16, 2011 2:58:59 GMT
"WEDGES! POTATO CHEESE WEDGES PLZZZZZ!"
Kreva said as enthusiastically as ever, mimicking Kaoru's stretch with one of his own and they ended up with both feet bumping together in a brotherly, affectionate way. A way that showed how comfortable the men were with each other.
"Damned, Kao. Ya still got those backaches?"
The match finally ended with 2 - 2, and people were already filing out of the pub but it looks as if the teachers were there to stay. At least for a while more.
"Imma hurtin' since October."
When he had that serious spinal injury and was admitted to the hospital for a tenday. During that period, the staffroom seemed eerily quiet and lackluster. Like there was something missing.
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 16, 2011 7:03:07 GMT
"All the time..." He sighed, moving to down his fourth beer of the evening. With a tolerance like his, a fourth beer wasn't barely scratching the surface. Only that vague comfort of a buzz was starting to hover at the edges. "...didn't they give you something to take when it gets bad?" A tinge of concern had worked its way into his expression as the potato wedges were set down on their table-top.
"Could I get another?" The inked brunette asked with a charming smile, holding up the empty glass. The waitress returned the smile and quickly moved to fill the request. Once she'd gone from earshot, Kaoru glanced back at his companion.
"I have some stuff at my place if you ever need it...most of its for headaches but I have some muscle relaxants too. You just have to call, you know?"
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Post by KREVA on Feb 17, 2011 2:56:00 GMT
Now the man was rubbing his temples with a cute pouty kind of scowl on his handsome face, elbows resting on the table and his eyes closed as he tried to will away the slight headache that suddenly settled in.
"Sucks bigtime man....I ain't knowin' how ya handle that kinda pain fer so bloody damned long. Eh...those over-the-counter drugs, or ya got it at the clinic?"
Kreva asked now while squinting at Kaoru suspiciously, leaning back against his chair and folding up both hands across his broad chest.
"Yer too hardcore sometimes. Whut if Dr K takes yer stuff 'n never wakes up? HAHAHA!"
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 18, 2011 6:45:17 GMT
"I drink obviously," The brunette held up his empty beer in response to the question about handling pain. A deep chuckle left him at the word 'hardcore'.
"I am not...and over the counter shit doesn't work." He grinned at the man's squint, reaching beside him only to realize he'd left his bag in the car. Oops. Then again, you weren't supposed to take painkillers and booze at the same time. Oops again on that front but that wasn't really a topic of discussion and so he kept it to himself, letting his hand settle on the table-top instead. "Left my stuff in the car, sorry man."
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Post by KREVA on Feb 19, 2011 2:14:54 GMT
"SEE? IT AIN'T WORKIN' FER YA NO MORE CUZ...YER TOO HARDCORE, MAN!"
Kreva yelled and he broke out laughing, holding onto his stomach as his words were proven right by Kaoru's own testimony.
"No thanks, yo. Ya can keep yer dope to yerself. Imma gonna tell yer momma."
Is all he said before calming down some, but there still was that affectionate twinkle in his dark eyes.
"Heya. Still keepin' in touch with yer croonies?"
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 23, 2011 7:13:48 GMT
"If you think I'm too hardcore then you're a pussy...plus my mom wouldn't believe you. She thinks your nuts. Handsome, but nuts." A few more gulps of beer. The waitress was eyeing them from the bar and he offered a small smile before glancing back at his companion for the night.
"Seriously though...if you don't want meds, get a massage. That's the other thing I do...go twice a month...at least..." He shifted again, crossing his feet at the ankles and leaning deeper into the booth.
"Yeah...here and there. Haven't seen any of them in a few weeks though. The school's been eating up my time..." He gave another small smile.
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Post by KREVA on Feb 23, 2011 7:37:32 GMT
"Been gettin' dat..."
About the massage part, and there was a goofy sort of grin on his face that told Kaoru that most likely, the man got more something else than the massage.
"....'bout five times a week but it uh...keeps gettin' interrupted..."
Uh-huh. Right.
"Mebbe I should start gettin' it done at a parlour instead."
He grinned again into his beer, sloshing just a bit of the froth on the table.
"School's good. Need ya for dis mobilisation project we doin' at Daikanyama next week. Somethin' different. Figured the kids should get somma fresh air 'n less shelter. They be too pampered these days, y'know whut Imma sayin'? Always expectin' record companies ta see their pretty faces 'n sign 'em up fer a life of fame. Tsk."
Kreva shook his head after a swig of beer.
"They should do it the hard way man, like you. Man Imma really respect ya, y'know? Respect, man. Respect."
He nodded and patted his fist on his heart a couple times while saying so, before saluting Kaoru with pursed lips.
"You da shit. Dat's how real musicians shoulda be like. Not those runny-nosed pussies we be havin' now."
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Post by Kaoru on Feb 28, 2011 4:57:57 GMT
"Yeah well, if I'd had to count on my face to make it...we all know I'd be homeless." He chuckled, nodding in appreciation at his friend's words. It was always nice to know that one was respected in the industry, especially with the industry's trend of looks over talent lately. He wasn't disillusioned with all newcomers. He'd seen some really promising youths signed up with the companies and at showcases but there were always those who were only in it for the fame, capitalizing on their looks for the sex and money that came with being a rockstar.
"What's going to happen to the world when old men like us finally bite it?"
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