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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."
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."
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... 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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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.
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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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"... 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 >.>
shhh it's totally legit