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Who: Tristan LeBlanc (Jugglus Juggler) and you!
Where: His office at the school, some bar in town, wherever else you want
Summary: AU stuff, and cats (AU info here if you want it)
Warnings: None yet

School

As much as cats are still inundating the town, they don't seem to be bothering your local school counselor too much as he sits in his office, finishing up some paperwork. With the way several of them seem to just be lazily scatted around the room, he seems to have embraced them as therapy animals.

Though maybe the one that keeps trying to sit on the aforementioned paperwork is a bit bothersome. He's moved the cat (who is exceptionally large, fluffy, and brown, and heavy enough that this feels like more of a chore than it should be) three times, but it just keeps coming back and plopping right back down. He sighs a little as he picks the cat up once again, only to have the door to his office open as he sets the cat on the floor... and watches with some frustration as it hops right back up on the desk and lays down on the papers. Though as he turns to the person in the doorway, he at least has a different reason for not getting that done.

"Can I help you?"

Bar

It's been a long day, and now it's time to relax. There's a bar not too far from his house, and while he's not there all that frequently, it is one of his preferred places to unwind. It's a cozy place, not too fancy. Maybe he's meeting up with someone tonight, or maybe he's just there by himself, enjoying the atmosphere.

Either way, the cats have wormed their way in here too. For the moment, he's sitting on a stool at the bar, alone save for the little orange tabby that's decided to climb into his lap. He looks down at it, something between amused and weary, as the cat puts its paws on the bar and casually bats at his glass, which he proceeds to pick up out of the way.

"That's not for you."

Comments

[hachitaro]

Great. This is... fantastic. He just holds his hands up in a calming gesture. "Yeah. I... look. I keep my stuff under control. I don't have any interest in causing too much trouble. It'd be bad for multiple reasons." And it might convince someone to take a closer look at his ID.

"I don't want to make extra work for you, you know. It's not like I enjoy it when I land in your office and the administrators get pissed off."

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He pauses where they are, not far from the door, but not yet within easy earshot of the bouncer. "What you're saying is that you don't like being caught." He says it lightly, but with little room to argue. "I can't blame you for that, though I'd prefer if you didn't do things you'd get in trouble for to begin with. Speaking of which," he holds out a hand, palm up in front of Kei, "can I see your ID?"

[hachitaro]

Taro just shrugs. He can't deny that he doesn't like being caught. Who does? But he raises his eyebrows at the question. This he can handle. He pulls out his wallet and flicks through his cards, pulling out his actual ID from between two cards. It's got Kei's name on it and everything.

Taro, being experienced with this sort of thing, had shoved his fake ID into a pocket at the front of the wallet where it didn't poke out. He's done the underage drinking thing before. He knows there's always a chance to be caught.

[de_light]

Nice try. It's a move he's actually expecting, so he barely even blinks as he looks at it, and then tries again.

"Now the one that got you in here."

[hachitaro]

Oh come on.

... Right, this is a guy who works with teenagers.

"... Look, not here." He's not going to whip out a fake ID and wave it in front of people who could very well land him in jail. He's not stupid.

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That, and he wasn't a perfect teenager, himself, not that he typically makes that known. His life has settled itself out by now, but there's a reason he understands a lot of the kids he works with as well as he does.

As for the rest, there's a reason he kept a distance from the bouncer, or anyone else who seemed likely to pay much attention, when he asked.

"Fair enough." He hands Kei his actual ID back, then goes back to walking toward the door, abandoning what's left of his drink on an empty table on the way.

[hachitaro]

Look, you don't get to be to his age without being paranoid. He takes his ID back, and heads out after the guy. He briefly considers knocking him out and running away, but that's not going to help anything. Not when he can't leave town, anyway.

So he just heads after him, trying to look casual. Nothing to see here, just two guys who know each other. No big deal.

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Not a big deal at all, and the man at the door barely gives them a glance as they walk by. It's only once they've gotten a safe distance away that he gives Kei an expectant look.

[hachitaro]

He sighs and pulls out the fake ID. It's actually fairly well made. It's the right weight and a pretty similar gloss to the real ID cards. It's got his age as just over the legal limit, and has the name as Sora Hund.

"... Look. I'm not gonna swipe my grandparents' booze. Grandpa needs his whiskey. And bringing it back to the house is just a bad idea. I keep things under control."

lalala playing the rest of this out a month later >.>

[de_light]

"I understand, Kei." Really, he does. Still, he has his own obligations, and his own mistakes he doesn't need to see a student repeat. "But you know I can't let you keep this."

shhh it's totally legit

[hachitaro]

He groans, trying to keep himself from being too disappointed. Shit, he's stuck as a young adult and doesn't have a fake ID anymore? That's bullshit. He needs booze. "I... come on, man. It was expensive." It's a really good card. Getting one that stands up as well as a real card is tough.