losthunter | Dancing, Drinks and Drag ((Jim, Verity)

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Dancing, Drinks and Drag ((Jim, Verity)

Hunter has been looking forward to this night for a long time. He has a table booked at his favorite Drag bar. He is looking forward to dressing up, and enjoying a few drinks with two of his favorite people. And he is sure that both Jim and Verity will enjoy a night out on the town.

Right now, Hunter is waiting in his New York apartment, where he is going to meet up with both Jim and Verity. It is the best place to get together, before heading out to the bar. Both Jim and Verity know his PINpoint coordinates. And besides, they don't have to navigate the Drag bar trying to find Hunter.

Tonight, Hunter is wearing a long gold dress. It is designed to show off his arms. And has a long exposed back. The look is completed with an elaborate head piece and deep, rich make-up that flatters his whole look.

He is excited to have Jim and Verity show up and to see their outfits.

[recommending a post order of Hunter/Jim/Verity]

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Verity takes food seriously. It was one of the few pleasures she had in life for so long. But she understands most people don't care as much as she does. Still, she's going to have to have them over for dinner soon. Remind Jim what food is supposed to taste like.

"Synthesized food? I think we know why I'm never exploring space." Definitely having Jim over for dinner. Their decisions get little nods from her before she glances at the menu again to decide, "Bolognese and a French martini."

Once everything's decided, she scans the room again before bracing her elbows on the table to cup her chin. "Is space as beautiful as the Internet wants us to believe?"

It is good timing for everyone to have decided. A flamboyant Drag Queen waitress saunters up to their table. Flirts a lot. With all three of them. And gets their drink and meal selections. Flirts some more. And heads off to the next table in the section.

Hunter feels all warm and blushed from the flirting.

"I had a chance to see Earth from Jim's spaceship. And it was... beyond description to see the planet from orbit." He mentions.

Jim would be appreciative of a home-cooked meal. It's not so much that he doesn't know what good food is like, or that he doesn't care, because he does. Unlike most people in his century, Jim knows what real hunger is like, and he's not sure he'll ever be able to forget. So he'll eat anything on offer, regardless of whether he likes it or not. But when it is something he enjoys, all the better.

He smiles at Verity's question, and Hunter's contribution to the subject. "I don't know what the Internet says, but it's pretty gorgeous. There's a lot of nothing in between stops, but the backdrop's usually spectacular anyway. With nothing but the ship's exterior lights to drown out the stars, you can see the whole band of the Milky Way most of the time. There are countless planets and star systems out there, each one unique, and all sorts of interstellar phenomena that we hadn't seen before."

Verity's good at ignoring unwanted flirtation, so when the waitress leaves Ver's mostly amused by Hunter's blushing. "Enjoying yourself?" The question is innocent, the tone not so much.

It's lucky for Jim there's going to be a show to distract her, otherwise, she might try to make him tell her stories all night. She loves stories, and going into space is still one of the ultimate adventures for someone like her. "We can barely see the stars around here," she sighs.

"I am!" Hunter smiles. It really has been too long since he was out in a party-like atmosphere like this one. Especially just comfortable with his own appearance.

There is a lot of action around the stage, as they start to prepare for the second showing of the Glitz and Glamor special performance.

Hunter feels excited. He just can't explain how freeing tonight is for him.

"In a big city, I'm not surprised," Jim replies to Verity. Now that he's thinking about it, he's not sure she's said where she lives. "Riverside was always decent for stargazing, but I almost never did it when I was a kid, except when we had a comet pass by in 2241."

Hunter's enthusiasm is at least somewhat infectious. Jim hasn't really been to a real drag show before; some of the excitement is lost when you live in a society where gendered clothing isn't so strict of a thing anymore. But he's having fun regardless, getting what he considers an authentic twenty-first century experience. And if Hunter is having a good time, that's the most important thing, in Jim's opinion.

Hunter gets a warm smile from her. It's nice to see him enjoying himself and feeling more comfortable in public. He's such a sweetheart. If getting him to relax in public means drag, then she'll suffer the glitter infestation. There have been worse things she's done for a friend.

"You grew up someplace called Riverside? Sounds positively bucolic." Jim gets a smile too, to soften the teasing. "Were there cows?" The country always has cows, that's what makes it the country, right? She's a city girl, she doesn't know.

"It sometimes amuses me to no end that it is Jim who was raised in the country." Because he is the one who is from the future, and gets to explore space.

The drag waitress comes over with their drinks. "Darlings. You look especially delicious tonight. Perhaps one of you will get a chance to go on the stage."

She may be a city girl, but she's not wrong. "Sure, one of my neighbors had a couple cows," Jim admits, without an ounce of shame for playing into stereotypes. "It was an okay place to grow up. A bit too quiet for me." He'll leave it to her if she wants to assume that's why he eventually left.

"What's so funny about that?" he asks Hunter, giving him a teasing look, to see if he'll try to weasel out of it or stick to his guns.

He happily claims his martini, automatically giving a flirty sort of smile to the waitress. "Is that so?"

Edited 2017-07-22 23:31 (UTC)

[Sorry, sorry! My boss has LOST HIS MIND so. Scrambling. And shaking mad a couple of times. :(]

"Sometimes, quiet some nice," she admits. "Not so nice I'm willing to give up the perks of city life... once you get used to 24-hour access to live music and exotic food, I don't think there's any going back. Are cows nice?" Maybe it's a good thing nobody's getting the steak.

Ver glances at the waitress, going a little pale at the thought of being dragged up on stage. Clearly not volunteering, this one. That drink came at a very convenient time for her.

[Sorry to hear that. Never fun when bosses go crazy]

The waitress zeros in on Jim anyway, since he is flirting back. So it looks like Verity escapes without notice. With a deep chuckle, the waitress gives Jim the once over and smiles. "Oh yes. I am sure I could make those girls on stage very happy by taking you up there."

[Also sorry to hear that. D: You do what you've gotta do to get through it. We don't mind the wait. IRL stuff always comes first.]

"Sure, cows are sweethearts. Bulls, not so much." Good thing indeed. Jim's well aware of where burgers come from, and he likes them as much as the next guy, but something seems off about reminiscing about his neighbor's herd while chowing down on one of their ancestors. "It's the geese you have to watch out for. Those bastards are mean."

He continues smiling at the waitress, taking a sip from his martini. "I bet you could." Not a commitment, exactly - he wants Hunter and Verity to have fun too, and he's enjoying spending his downtime with them - but leaving the option open.

Edited 2017-07-26 19:58 (UTC)

[Thanks for understanding. Short version, if you want the gossip, is boss who runs a small local business and who has changed the name and branding at least 4 times in 2 years is doing that AGAIN and is also changing the focus of the business, and is so busy trying to start a whole OTHER business he's not showing up for appointments. Meanwhile, I'm polishing my resume and sending it everywhere I can because I need out obvs.]

"Geese? Mean? I thought they just fought over bread." Geese in parks are kind of a different breed. "I guess it's only fair that delicious things want to fight back."

Verity's fun wouldn't be diminished if Jim went up on stage. So long as she's not bothered about it, she's happy to be witness to their antics. A good witness, who knows when to put her phone away... and when not to. While Jim's flirting with the waitress, Ver gives Hunter a questioning look. If he wants in on that, now's his time to speak up.

[Wow. Bad marketing 101.]

Hunter is smiling softly, watching the exchange between the waitress and Jim. It is nice to see the Captain in a relaxed environment like this one, where no one knows his fame.

"How about if I were the one to pull you up there, Jim?" Hunter asks. "You could show me your dance moves."

[Sounds like a good idea to get the hell out ASAP, yeesh.]

Jim laughs a little at Verity's fairly logical conclusion. "Sounds about right. There's no scarier farm animal to strike fear into a little boy's heart than being chased by a pissed off goose that's almost as big as you are. Sam learned that one the hard way."

And of course he has to smile at Hunter's suggestion. "You know I wasn't kidding about the exotic dancing thing, right?" he teases. "I could tone it down a bit."

[Welp, one of my coworkers decided to yell at me today because the boss is an ass. Operation: Kelvin Pod is begun.]

"Sam?" She's missing so much context right now. Not for the first time, and she can live without it.

Boy howdy can she blush, nearly as bright and hot a shade as her hair. She'll sip her drink, look around, and let the boys flirt with each other.

[Lots of jobs up here in Canada! ...experience winter]

Hunter blushes too. He imagines that Jim would have a blast up there on the stage. And he nods slightly. "I am sure you could get the crowd really worked up, even with the toned down version."

And he has to tease a little himself. "You can save the full version for later."

[Definitely time to eject before the ship goes down. Hopefully you get something new lined up ASAP. I've had to quit jobs without another one waiting before.]

"Sam's my brother," Jim clarifies, a little less cheery than before, though he's not letting his family drama drag the mood down too much. It's all old news, anyway. "Used to be my partner in crime, back in the day."

He grins over his martini at the both of them, amused that he's gotten both of them blushing. "Seriously though, I'm so out of practice," he says, before the teasing goes too far. "And this dress isn't really made for it."

[While Canada has many excellent qualities, not the least of which are all the maple syrup and a dreamy PM, I'd have to experience even more winter than I currently do. There's not enough maple syrup in the world.]

Ver gives a slight nod, accepting the answer and the fact he doesn't want to talk about it. Family is often a sore subject.

Oh, look, there's something shiny over there. Fascinating.

There is a lot of shiny things over there. This is a drag club.

Hunter glances over to the stage, then to the waitress, who seems a little disappointed she can't lure Jim on the stage tonight. And he smiles. "I am willing to go up for one of the dances. Just something suiting..."

The waitress nods, smiling again. "We will keep that in mind."

The song "I'm Every Woman" starts being played. And one by one, a few of the drag queen stars start coming out on the stage, lip synching along.

"In a bit," Jim adds. After all, it's still early.

Once the waitress is gone, they're able to talk freely again, and he decides - for Verity's sake, at least - to dial back the flirtatiousness a little bit. "I've gotta ask, is this kind of music popular in this time? Not that I don't like it or anything, but I've gotten so much shit from people for being into three hundred year old bands before and I don't think I've heard this one."

The show is a good excuse to give the boys as much privacy as she can while at the same table, though that familiar pained tension comes back quickly. Such is life. And that's what the drinks are for.

Jim's question shifts her attention back to the table and she gives a little shrug with her answer. "I think it's pretty standard pop music, yeah. I don't listen to this sort of thing much." She glances at Hunter, figuring he'd know better.

"I'm sure we can help you find all the obscure deep cuts, make a total hipster out of you if you want," she offers Jim with a mischievous smile.

Hunter is more than happy to provide some details. "This particular song was written by the one and only Whitney Houston. It was released in 1992. She had written it for a movie she starred in, called The Bodyguard. It is one of a handful of songs that Drag Queens sort of use as a 'theme song'. The others include YMCA, It's Raining Men, Dancing Queen, or anything from The Adventures of Priscilla, Queen of the Desert."

"Anything that is considered an empowerment song."

He leans back in his chair for a moment, a smile as he glances around. "Anything that talks about unconditional love and support."

"Check out the big brain on this guy," Jim says, grinning at Hunter. Intelligence is crazy attractive, never mind that it's just practically encyclopedic knowledge of a twenty-five year old song and its artist. "I've never heard of most of those, but they sound pretty diverse."

Verity's comment has lost him a little. "What's a hipster?"

[That's... actually not true. Whitney Houston's version is a cover of the original by Chaka Khan.]

"Mm, who'd have thought it was hiding behind such a pretty face?" She will flirt with Hunter until the day she dies (or he tells her to stop), because it's utterly safe. "A hipster is a person who loves edgy and obscure things. They listen to bands other people haven't heard of, have strict ethical rules for the food they eat, things like that."

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