[There are only a few days left until opening night and the theatre is a mess of students in half-finished costumes practicing lines and scales or arguing about props- "For the last time, we do not need a rubber chicken!"- and anxious teachers who look like they're regretting allowing this much creative freedom to teenagers. It's all par for the course. Every production, every year has its own hurdles and quirks and, this year, one of those quirks takes the form of a very unexpected figure perched on the stage with a bundle of fabric and a threaded needle in his hands.
Josuke Higashikata, far more frequently spotted sleeping in detention, is attempting to fix a dropped hem on the skirts of one of the lead actress' costumes. Even more startlingly, he's actually here out of choice. Any other time, the words "school club" might have sent him running but, after a difficult start to the year, he's actually decided to try and make an effort for his mom's sake. Those extra credits will go a long way in making his patchy attendance record seem less hopeless and showing her he really means it this time. Anyway, it's actually a lot more fun than he thought it might be. Maybe he-
The needle jabs into his finger.]
Shit...!
iv.
[Sure, he's not supposed to be out and, even if he were, he definitely wouldn't be allowed to be at a bar but Josuke's not too concerned about the consequences right now. If he's lucky, his mom's still grading papers and hasn't even noticed that her wayward son isn't in his room pretending to do homework like he usually is. Either way, the atmosphere was too lively to resist from the outside and the holiday cheer within is just as impossible to turn away from now he's here. Okay, so it probably wasn't the smartest idea to waltz into a busy bar on St. Patrick's Day without a shred of green- to be fair, it's not a great colour on him- on but it had been easily fixed by plucking a shamrock-print ribbon off of one of the decorations on the door and fixing it to his jacket instead. There. Now he only looks like he's half-assing it.
It's a shame that the issue of ordering isn't quite so easily resolved. In spite of all the confidence Josuke brings with him as he sidles up to the bar and asks for a beer, the bartender remains thoroughly unimpressed. Maybe he should have gotten a fake ID after all.
Nose scrunching, he puts on his best wounded expression and rubs the back of his neck.]
Don't look at me like that, I'm twenty [one is too obvious and low but anything older than twenty five is way too high] three next month.
[It's a blatant lie but, with nearly six feet on his side, an expression that's the perfect mix of butter wouldn't melt and just daring the server to challenge him, and cash in hand, he's making it hard to turn him away. But, just to make it all the more convincing and add that extra level of awkward, he then turns to the person next to him and grins.]
Hey, man, it's been a second! Back me up here, will ya?
Josuke Higashikata | Jojo's Bizarre Adventure
[There are only a few days left until opening night and the theatre is a mess of students in half-finished costumes practicing lines and scales or arguing about props- "For the last time, we do not need a rubber chicken!"- and anxious teachers who look like they're regretting allowing this much creative freedom to teenagers. It's all par for the course. Every production, every year has its own hurdles and quirks and, this year, one of those quirks takes the form of a very unexpected figure perched on the stage with a bundle of fabric and a threaded needle in his hands.
Josuke Higashikata, far more frequently spotted sleeping in detention, is attempting to fix a dropped hem on the skirts of one of the lead actress' costumes. Even more startlingly, he's actually here out of choice. Any other time, the words "school club" might have sent him running but, after a difficult start to the year, he's actually decided to try and make an effort for his mom's sake. Those extra credits will go a long way in making his patchy attendance record seem less hopeless and showing her he really means it this time. Anyway, it's actually a lot more fun than he thought it might be. Maybe he-
The needle jabs into his finger.]
Shit...!
iv.
[Sure, he's not supposed to be out and, even if he were, he definitely wouldn't be allowed to be at a bar but Josuke's not too concerned about the consequences right now. If he's lucky, his mom's still grading papers and hasn't even noticed that her wayward son isn't in his room pretending to do homework like he usually is. Either way, the atmosphere was too lively to resist from the outside and the holiday cheer within is just as impossible to turn away from now he's here. Okay, so it probably wasn't the smartest idea to waltz into a busy bar on St. Patrick's Day without a shred of green- to be fair, it's not a great colour on him- on but it had been easily fixed by plucking a shamrock-print ribbon off of one of the decorations on the door and fixing it to his jacket instead. There. Now he only looks like he's half-assing it.
It's a shame that the issue of ordering isn't quite so easily resolved. In spite of all the confidence Josuke brings with him as he sidles up to the bar and asks for a beer, the bartender remains thoroughly unimpressed. Maybe he should have gotten a fake ID after all.
Nose scrunching, he puts on his best wounded expression and rubs the back of his neck.]
Don't look at me like that, I'm twenty [one is too obvious and low but anything older than twenty five is way too high] three next month.
[It's a blatant lie but, with nearly six feet on his side, an expression that's the perfect mix of butter wouldn't melt and just daring the server to challenge him, and cash in hand, he's making it hard to turn him away. But, just to make it all the more convincing and add that extra level of awkward, he then turns to the person next to him and grins.]
Hey, man, it's been a second! Back me up here, will ya?
[hello, complete stranger, you are now complicit]
bonus
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is this cause i dled that movie last week