Comments | detachment_guy: First Minutes in Boston.

detachment_guy

First Minutes in Boston.

Jun 23, 2006 10:44

Oz pulled his van into the parking lot of the first restaurant inside the Boston City Limits. Charlie's Bar and Grill had red booths and smelled like stale smoke that had recently been outlawed in Massachusetts. He slid into the seat and pulled his shiny new cell phone out of his pocket. It was pretty cool actaully, although it only has one number ( Read more... )

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bitter_brother June 26 2006, 02:11:19 UTC

Tucker isn't shocked that Danny Osbourne sounds exactly like he did in 10th grade. He deletes the message but saves Danny's number. Out of spite, he files it as "Danny Oz" -- because old habits die hard and let's fuckin' face it: "Oz" is a stupid nickname.

It's either the land of which the Emerald City is the county seat, or it's the land of butt-raping inmates who constantly try to bust their way out of prison.

"Hey man, it's Tucker. I'm at work, but I'll be off at six. Glad you made it to town. Maybe we can meet for a drink and you can give me a ride home in your sweet, sweet van? You're staying with us for a couple of days, right? Any-hway, just call me back. We'll make plans."

He closes his phone and thinks for a second. Who ever heard of a werewolf who mediated themself out of being a wolf once a month? That's gotta be some tantric shit, right there.

P.S. Tucker would be SO STOKED to be the only number in anyone's phone. Period. It's like the only number anyone'd ever need.

detachment_guy June 26 2006, 16:49:09 UTC

Hearing his phone beep, Oz took his earbuds out and wrapped them around his iPod. Relishing the last bite of his grilled cheese, he hit the missed calls button.

Not like it would be anyone other than Tucker. He had met some other people using the journal thing, but he was just working on pretty much meeting one person at a time. He checked the time on his phone. 5:30.

Oz dropped a ten dollar bill on the table and headed outside.

He spoke briefly with Tucker and got directions to some bar called XV, not actually X V, but Fifteen. Those Romans and their numerals. Easy to find, the bar had nodding red umbrellas out front and slightly tinted windows.

Pulling up his van in front, he looked up at the rearview mirror. Yep, still Oz, or Danny, as Tucker kept calling him.

bitter_brother June 26 2006, 20:31:51 UTC

Tucker's late to XV (as mentioned, pronounced alternately "ECKS-vee" or "FIF-teen") because he got caught up at the office. He's trying to hammer out the details of the impending Sunnydale HS reunion with the party planners at W&H. Kara Keating has her heart set on doing some of the planning, so all that needs to happen now is that Tucker has to let someone bring her on as an assistant.

Anyway, so Oz is already there (out front? inside?) when Tucker gets there. It occurs to him, as he walks from the muggy Boston evening into the cool darkness of XV, that it's possible that he doesn't look like he did in high school. Tucker, that is. He's sure that Danny does. Meaning, how much room for change do you have when you're a little red-headed elf?

He glances around a little bit, but heads to the bar first. Better to meet old classmates while armed with booze.

detachment_guy June 26 2006, 20:50:12 UTC

Oz had parked himself in comfortable dark corner of the bar and sipped on a gin and tonic. Just as he was pondering the scientific properties of marshmallow cream, he saw a guy who looked very much like what an older Tucker would look like.

That was probably because it was an older Tucker.

Oz watched him go to the bar and little more into the light, so he could double-check, but yep, that was Tucker I-unleashed-the-hell-hounds-on-the-prom Wells. A little taller with a bigger swagger, but it was definitely him.

At least he seemed to get along well with dogs. That was a good conversations starting point.

Tucker scanned the tables after getting his drink and Oz gave him the head nod and eyebrow raise of greeting, "Hey."

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