IT'S GUY LOVE... BETWEEN TWO GUYS.
WHO: Ludwiggy and Roddycakes.
WHEN: Tuesday Night. September 22. 6:00 PM.
WHERE: Coco Théâtre
WHAT: Roderich takes Ludwig to see a fabulous romance musical about two gay men. What can possibly be more manly!
There were certain benefits that came from his position as the assistant curator of MOCA. It wasn't particularly a glamorous job, by no means, and he most definitely did not have the luxury that the curator enjoyed. What he did have, however, was connections with people. Important people. Powerful people. People with resources, who knew other people with better resources. And it was through that lovely train of connection that Roderich had come into the possession of two tickets to the sneak premiere of a musical he had been dying - figuratively speaking, of course - to see.
And it was by some weird - but fortunate - twist of fate that he managed to convince Ludwig to come with him. What a miracle it was, considering that it was a theater show with singing and dancing and gay men embracing and kissing and much more. Though, he took the liberty of not informing Ludwig of the latter part: the gay part; he didn't know what Ludwig would think of that. On the other hand, to think that the somber German would actually agree to attend a musical of all things with him, Roderich was quite ready to skip down the street, spin around the lamppost, and sing at the top of his lungs.
But of course, the dignified and ever-so-poise Austrian was walking toward the theater with his hands tucked into the coat pockets, looking sharp and perfectly normal, not about to burst into an upbeat song. A quick glance to the time sent a subtle smile to his lips. He was arriving almost fifteen minutes early, which was exactly what he had planned as Ludwig always arrive on-time, if much earlier. It would be one of the rare times that he would wait for Ludwig, and not the other way around. Especially since Ludwig's workplace was right next-door.
Excellent. Everything was going along nicely and it was going to be an enjoyable evening. At least that was what Roderich thought until he turned the corner and looked up excitedly, anticipating to see the Baroque-style theater, but instead saw the red flash of a gentleman's club.
It certainly did not look like Coco Théâtre and it certainly did not look like Euforia. And it most certainly did not look like he was even in the right neighborhood. He was fortunate that there was still sunlight out, and he didn't feel entirely frightened by the prospect of being lost. What sent him turning on his heels and spacing in the direction that he had come from was the prospect of being late. He could not - and would not - be tardy.
Roderich darted his eyes up to the street sign and frowned at the unfamiliar street name. He wasn't aware of a street in Liberty called "Merde Avenue" and he had very little idea of where to proceed from said street to the theater. He searched the street; its pedestrians looked less than friendly and much too busy to serve as his personal GPS. He picked up his speed and wearily looked away as he passed an adult-toy store on his right, where an elderly couple was giggling as they walked out of the store. He turned his head slightly, fully realizing that every shop on the avenue was adult-oriented. He was definitely on the wrong side of town. He wanted entertainment tonight, but not that kind.
Swiftly and discreetly, he hurried back the way he had come. With no idea of his location, he was going to be late, he was going to make Ludwig wait, and Ludwig was going to be furious with him for wasting his time.
Roderich's legs picked up on their own, slowly sending him into a jog.
Warning: Potential German Wrath ahead. Austrian, Please Cross With Caution.
WHEN: Tuesday Night. September 22. 6:00 PM.
WHERE: Coco Théâtre
WHAT: Roderich takes Ludwig to see a fabulous romance musical about two gay men. What can possibly be more manly!
There were certain benefits that came from his position as the assistant curator of MOCA. It wasn't particularly a glamorous job, by no means, and he most definitely did not have the luxury that the curator enjoyed. What he did have, however, was connections with people. Important people. Powerful people. People with resources, who knew other people with better resources. And it was through that lovely train of connection that Roderich had come into the possession of two tickets to the sneak premiere of a musical he had been dying - figuratively speaking, of course - to see.
And it was by some weird - but fortunate - twist of fate that he managed to convince Ludwig to come with him. What a miracle it was, considering that it was a theater show with singing and dancing and gay men embracing and kissing and much more. Though, he took the liberty of not informing Ludwig of the latter part: the gay part; he didn't know what Ludwig would think of that. On the other hand, to think that the somber German would actually agree to attend a musical of all things with him, Roderich was quite ready to skip down the street, spin around the lamppost, and sing at the top of his lungs.
But of course, the dignified and ever-so-poise Austrian was walking toward the theater with his hands tucked into the coat pockets, looking sharp and perfectly normal, not about to burst into an upbeat song. A quick glance to the time sent a subtle smile to his lips. He was arriving almost fifteen minutes early, which was exactly what he had planned as Ludwig always arrive on-time, if much earlier. It would be one of the rare times that he would wait for Ludwig, and not the other way around. Especially since Ludwig's workplace was right next-door.
Excellent. Everything was going along nicely and it was going to be an enjoyable evening. At least that was what Roderich thought until he turned the corner and looked up excitedly, anticipating to see the Baroque-style theater, but instead saw the red flash of a gentleman's club.
It certainly did not look like Coco Théâtre and it certainly did not look like Euforia. And it most certainly did not look like he was even in the right neighborhood. He was fortunate that there was still sunlight out, and he didn't feel entirely frightened by the prospect of being lost. What sent him turning on his heels and spacing in the direction that he had come from was the prospect of being late. He could not - and would not - be tardy.
Roderich darted his eyes up to the street sign and frowned at the unfamiliar street name. He wasn't aware of a street in Liberty called "Merde Avenue" and he had very little idea of where to proceed from said street to the theater. He searched the street; its pedestrians looked less than friendly and much too busy to serve as his personal GPS. He picked up his speed and wearily looked away as he passed an adult-toy store on his right, where an elderly couple was giggling as they walked out of the store. He turned his head slightly, fully realizing that every shop on the avenue was adult-oriented. He was definitely on the wrong side of town. He wanted entertainment tonight, but not that kind.
Swiftly and discreetly, he hurried back the way he had come. With no idea of his location, he was going to be late, he was going to make Ludwig wait, and Ludwig was going to be furious with him for wasting his time.
Roderich's legs picked up on their own, slowly sending him into a jog.
Warning: Potential German Wrath ahead. Austrian, Please Cross With Caution.