Rufus was feeling much better. He had skipped out on waking up that morning and going into Colourbucks for his normal coffee + conversation. Just sort of hit the dismiss on his cell phone and rolled over and went back to sleep. Really, he needed to work on his article but that was a bit of a stretch when he was exhausted.
He had woke up at noon feeling much better and much more prepared to take the day by the horns and show it who was boss. He took Cameron out for a run - jesus fuck she was getting big, and he just about had enough saved up to take her by the vet which was apparently a necessary thing - and played with her in the park a while. He’d dropped by Colourbucks, bought a sandwich. Wrote a little (all of which wound up getting selected, deleted and replaced with an eloquent ‘agdfhdfhdf’), and then headed over to The Candy Cane a little earlier than his shift demanded.
He had just finished dressing (midriff-exposing vest and tight pants and a clip on tie. Least his hair could stay braided tonight) - lollygagging around the backstage while he waited for the club to pick up just a little - when that new guy had shown up. Well shit. He hadn’t really made the best first impression last night on this guy, he was sure. Poor guy probably didn’t even want to work at a strip joint and was doing it out of necessity - not everyone was like him - not everyone enjoyed it.
Overhearing him pretty much cemented that conclusion in his mind. Rufus took a deep breath (mentally, of course), and headed over, leaning on the locket next to Javier’s. “Hey there. Ready for another night? Sorry about last night, by the way, dude, I was just -dragging- all the livelong day and I had just wanted the night to be over. Pretty sure I didn’t come across as all that friendly. Rufus Leon, at your service. You’re brand new, ain’tcha?”
Okay, so maybe he rambled a bit. Wasn’t hard to do when he was trying to fix up what had probably been a terrible fuck up on his past self’s part. Yes, he had past selves. Easier to give a degree of separation with past stupidity if that was the case. He had extended his hand upon the fresh introduction - the fresh start - and was smiling at Javier - his whole demeanor much more warm and friendly than before.
Oh my god
he never came in today
Rufus must have been taken out back last night by a patron and had his brains blow out.
FUCK.
(Source: spanish-orange)
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darkredrufus reblogged this from spanish-orange and added:
“Course I don’t mind!” He doubled up all the time - of course he wouldn’t mind driving a new friend to an ice cream...
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spanish-orange reblogged this from darkredrufus and added:
Javier eyed the bike, never having ridden one, but always associating their image with ‘freedom’. Smiling, he looked...
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homenoveltiesandlattes reblogged this from darkredrufus and added:
Oh my god he never came in today Rufus must have been taken out back last night by a patron and had his brains blow out....
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