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nightlogs2023-12-21 09:47 pm
demonicmiracle) wrote in nightlogs2023-12-21 09:47 pm
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Who: crowley + jaskier
What: two idiots are let loose in london
Where: london
When: some nebulous time before christmas
Warnings/Notes: inadvisable flirting probably
[This has, quite frankly, been a long time coming, but there was the whole thing with the witches, and Crowley's mostly been spending time hovering around Aziraphale in the aftermath, since it makes the both of them feel better. He'd promised Jaskier a trip into the city, though, to discover all the highs and lows of modern fashion.
It hadn't really taken much convincing to get Jaskier to come along, and we're going to skip over the internal narration aspect of actually traveling to the location, because that's not fun for anyone.
The priority is a London high street; Crowley decides on Brick Lane, figuring that Jaskier will appreciate the hipster vibe of the place, and he knows from experience that it ought to have a good mix of designer fashion along with smaller vintage boutiques. There's a lot of fashion history to cover, considering Jaskier thinks doublets are the height of fashion.]
Let's start with a few of the vintage places. I'll ease you in before we head to a proper shop.
[Not that vintage stores aren't proper, but they tend to be a lot more casual than walking into like, a Gucci store.]
What: two idiots are let loose in london
Where: london
When: some nebulous time before christmas
Warnings/Notes: inadvisable flirting probably
[This has, quite frankly, been a long time coming, but there was the whole thing with the witches, and Crowley's mostly been spending time hovering around Aziraphale in the aftermath, since it makes the both of them feel better. He'd promised Jaskier a trip into the city, though, to discover all the highs and lows of modern fashion.
It hadn't really taken much convincing to get Jaskier to come along, and we're going to skip over the internal narration aspect of actually traveling to the location, because that's not fun for anyone.
The priority is a London high street; Crowley decides on Brick Lane, figuring that Jaskier will appreciate the hipster vibe of the place, and he knows from experience that it ought to have a good mix of designer fashion along with smaller vintage boutiques. There's a lot of fashion history to cover, considering Jaskier thinks doublets are the height of fashion.]
Let's start with a few of the vintage places. I'll ease you in before we head to a proper shop.
[Not that vintage stores aren't proper, but they tend to be a lot more casual than walking into like, a Gucci store.]
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Bathhouses have fallen out of style, then.
[This is mostly a joke, but it's coming from the real sensation of being overwhelmed and slightly lost. This place is so different-- amazing, but different. He's not sure what he would do with Anthony to help him muddle through.]
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Yes and no. We've still got bathhouses, but the expectation there is to be fooling around on the premises. The people at clubs who're looking to get laid tend to be planning to go home with someone or take 'em home. And unlike the bathhouses, there are folks who go to the clubs just to dance.
[This is, at least, his best summary of things, since he's not exactly super clued into the current scene.
Maybe he ought to be honest about this.]
You can take this with a grain of salt. I've not been properly clubbing for forty something years and I can't remember the last time I was at a bathhouse.
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[Music, dancing, drinking, and the opportunity to leave with a partner (or partners) for a more private venue. If his encounter with Dan is any indication, the process of finding company for a night is the same as ever. He can always explore his other options in the future.]
You really have been a gods-send, Anthony. I'm afraid I might have been somewhat lost in all this mess without you.
[He is, of course, talking specific about the "procuring an appropriate wardrobe" process they're going through. If it could also be applicable to the rest of their current situation, that's just a convenient coincidence.
Reader, you must remember that this tender moment of emotional vulnerability is being had in the middle of a thrift store, while Jaskier is wearing something that can only be considered actual clothing by the loosest of definitions. The pleather of his short-shorts creaks every time he shifts his weight.]
I'd be getting drunk on far worse wines, at least.
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You might want to save that gratitude for when you're not wearing the most ridiculous outfit known to man.
[They can go with the pretense that this is about specifically the process of clothes shopping and not anything else. That's fine with Crowley. Never let it be said that he'll turn down an opportunity to avoid too many emotions.
He does, however, give Jaskier a pat on his bare thigh in both an unspoken you're welcome and an indication for him to get his ass up.]
Go put something sensible on before we lose the whole day in here. We've got plenty to do still.
[Emotional vulnerability happened for three seconds and that's enough for Crowley, time to move on.]
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[A touch! Skin on skin contact! He is truly thriving.
The dark hairs on his leg stand up as Anthony pulls away. It's like his body is trying to cling on for as long as possible.
He stands and walks away, pausing before entering the changing room.]
So, the outfit's a keeper, right?
[He's might as well fish for one last compliment for the metaphorical road.]
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If I'm taking you to a club, sure.
[Jaskier has received so many compliments already, Crowley isn't rising to that latest bait to give him yet another one.
Otherwise people might start to think he's not a bastard.]
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Well, I'm getting it, so I suppose you'll just have to.
[He comes out in a slightly muted, multi-colored button-up with vertical stripes of varying widths. It's tucked into a pair of light purple trousers. On top he wears a brown leather jacket. He's wearing the same leather boots he arrived in, they're perfectly function, but his socks are blue with a pattern of little yellow flowers.
Jaskier tosses the garments he just doffed into their cart, tousles his hair, and sends a rakish grin Anthony's way.]
Shall we?
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He'll just look fond and amused at that rakish grin.]
We shall.
[The cart sort of just follows him to the check out, since he isn't the kind of person who pushes a cart around a store, and leaves the problem of bagging Jaskier's items to the cashier. He's still wearing the leather jacket, so he just snaps off the tag and hands it over to be scanned with everything else.]
Where to next? We could pop into some other shops, head to a gallery, find somewhere for lunch? Has it been long enough since you last ate?
[The question of someone who does not need to eat and sometimes forgets what the feeding schedules are for humans.]