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An Opeth Concert, Somewhere, Somewhen, Jono Wasn't Paying Attention, Friday Night
You know what made for an interesting outing when Jono absolutely had to get away from the island? Booking the cheapest Portalocity ticket he could find in order to take in some sort of concert, right now. Fandom was starting to come down on him like some sort of weight, and he couldn't quite put a finger on what it was, still. But Jonothon had procured tickets to Opeth, and wasn't opposed to making a trek through time and halfway across the planet to wherever Portalocity dropped him off in order to take a bit of a breather.

... That he happened to be going to the concert with a particularly stubborn snake coiled around him had been unforeseen, but at least he'd prepared a bag with Hannibal's clothing in it, just in case they happened to be out and about when he changed back.

Only... only it was intermission now, and it was starting to become increasingly clear that the bag had walked away on him.

//I thought you were watching it,// he mumbled to his serpentine companion as he browsed the overpriced clothing at the merch table, looking for something that would be... at least somewhat inoffensive to Hannibal's tastes and his own. //This isn't all on my head. You're the one who insisted on coming along.//

[OOC: NFI, open to that snekky guy!]


2015-03-14 05:36 pm (UTC) (Link)

Oh, dear. "Officer, there seems to have been some mistake," Hannibal said. He kept his posture loose and nonthreatening, more casual than usual in keeping with his outfit, and matched the guard's accent. "We haven't got a snake. Is there a problem?"


2015-03-14 05:56 pm (UTC) (Link)

//I hate Opeth,// Jono was muttering in an aside to just Hannibal as he behaved himself there on the floor. //I hate Opeth and I hate-- Scotland. Just now deciding that I hate Scotland. And I hate drunken arseholes, and...//

"We got a report from somebody in the audience about a man smuggling a dangerous reptile into the show," the guard said, looking up at Hannibal, clearly not looking terribly convinced. "Your friend here fits the description he gave."

In that, out of a veritable sea of twenty and thirty somethings wearing all-black, this was the only one so far who had scars up his face and an exceptional amount of leather bandaging wrapped right up to his nose. Smelled a bit like he'd been burning things in the toilet or smoking something nasty before he came in, too.

//... And I hate Portalocity and I hate animal transformations and the stupid bloody island and...//

Like it or not, Jono sort of stood out in a crowd.


2015-03-14 06:13 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal shrugged, keeping up the "innocent, baffled, and Scottish" act. "I've been with him all night and I haven't seen a snake." He waved at the restroom. "Do you? Did see a drunken arsehole," thank you for that wording, Jono, "tried to make trouble with us. That's why we came in here."


2015-03-14 06:24 pm (UTC) (Link)

... Hannibal, Jono needed you to do that thing you were doing right now more often. It was doing things to him, with your impeccable acting and the fact that Jono had been at least somewhat convinced that you were somehow physically incapable of saying swear words in the first place. Bloody hell.

"Well, now you mention it, he did seem pretty pissed when he came to find me," the guard said, grudgingly easing off of Jono again. "And I don't see any snake here." He looked at Jono as he held out a hand to help him to his feet again. "So that guy was bothering you, then?"

Jono just shrugged his shoulders, well aware of the guard taking a moment to get a better look at the spiderweb of burn scars creeping up from under the leather.

//Playing mute, mate.//


2015-03-14 06:51 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal had surmised that, yes. "My friend doesn't talk," he helpfully informed the guard. He let a hint of hurt creep into his voice. "Drunken bastard didn't seem to give a shite about his injuries, either."

Hey, there was a time and place for swear words, and Hannibal just wasn't there all that often!

...apparently that place was Scotland, though.


2015-03-14 07:50 pm (UTC) (Link)

Seriously, Hannibal. Jono was going to get you up against a wall and give you the most appreciative frisking of your life after this, if you kept this up.

"Well, then I suppose I'll have to give you two gentlemen my apologies. It seems to me like I should be escorting somebody else out of here instead. And I have a call to animal control to cancel."

Jono ignored the way the guard was giving his scars one more look before turning and making his way back toward the drunk guy, muttering under his breath about drunk shitheads starting trouble with people who clearly couldn't do anything in retaliation.

//... If one more person knocks me to the floor before we get out of here, I'm lighting their trousers on fire.//


2015-03-14 08:04 pm (UTC) (Link)

"For some of them, that would only be a favor," Hannibal observed dryly. "And in my defense, I hadn't been planning on being suddenly human again."


2015-03-14 08:25 pm (UTC) (Link)

//You get a pass on account of how I actually like you in those trousers,// Jono decided. //Doubly so because that was an impressive act you did back there.//

Jono miiight have briefly fanned himself with one hand, there. And then, with a bit of a crinkle of a smile at the corners of his eyes, he nodded for the door.

//C'mon, let's get the hell out of here, then. I think I spotted a place we can get coffee on the way in.//


2015-03-14 08:53 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal chuckled. "You do know you're buying," he pointed out. "And please tell me my wallet wasn't in that bag."


2015-03-14 08:59 pm (UTC) (Link)

//No wallet,// Jono promised. //That's still safe and sound where you left it when you undressed for that nap. And so, of course, the coffee's on me.//

What? Even if they were seeing one another, going rummaging for Hannibal's wallet would have been weird.


2015-03-14 09:05 pm (UTC) (Link)

Hannibal might not have minded, but if Jono had gone looking for it, he might have found other things. Things that would be very difficult to explain when he couldn't talk. And even if not, "safe at home" was much better than "stolen by an unknown person".

"In that case, lead on."