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@mikhail-glazkov
vincent-grise:
“We’ll both find ourselves some nice girls to go with us.” Vincent smirked. Lord knew he needed a distraction.
“I am sure that you are able to find a girl to bring to go to dancing with,” Mikhail nodded. “You speak very good, and that is what girls like in America.”
imthomaswinters:
“Oh, Evelyn and I have some interests in common. She’s quite vocal about it and all.”
Thomas’ turn of phrase lost Mikhail, though he didn’t want to admit that he didn’t understand the allusion. “Oh. Well perhaps it is one day that you can go to a party. You can even tell the normal people like me about it.”
vincent-grise:
“Excellent. We will go tomorrow. It will be nice. For both of us.” Vincent ignored Mikhail’s optimism as best he could. The poor fool clearly still had hope that America was as friendly as her people claimed.
“Yes. I am looking forward for it already,” Mikhail said, ecstatic despite his reservations that someone liked him enough to spend an evening out.
imthomaswinters:
“Oh, I’m hardly the sort to be invited to that sort of party.” As if Evelyn would ever invite him to anything.
“Oh. I hear things about them, and I am wondering if the stories are true. I will keeping on wondering, then. How do you meet her and become friends before this, if you do not mind me asking?”Â
imthomaswinters:
“The one and only.” Thomas gave any easy shrug, as if he were talking about a family member or a co-worker.
“Truly? You have been to her parties, even?” Mikhail asked, visions of Hollywood glamour running through his mind.
“My friend, you will learn that more people here are guided by superstition and foolish beliefs than general reason.” Vincent gave a pained, half smile. Surely Mikhail had been here long enough to know that. Surely, he had been given all sorts of grief for his accent. “Would tomorrow work for you, Mikhail?”
Mikhail looked down once he understood what Vincent said - it was true, and he didn’t like to dwell on that precisely because of it’s verity. “I hope that soon people will be changing when they see how good it is for life in America.” He scratched at his neck, hoping Vincent wouldn’t think he was a fool. “Yes. Tomorrow I work, but I can go after I leave work,” he said after thinking over his schedule.
vincent-grise:
“Pity that fools are dangerous in this country.” Vincent shrugged. mikhail, he hoped, understood what he meant; the other man had survived the war firsthand, after all. “So you are in?”
“That is so,” Mikhail agreed, his mouth quirking downwards for a moment. He had observed the way ignorance seemed to govern a good many interactions here in America. When Vincent asked him if he was “in,” Mikhail wondered what he was in exactly. He didn’t want to look stupid, though, so he answered what he thought the question was. “Yes, yes, I am fine to go whenever it is best for you.”
imthomaswinters:
“Does the name Evelyn Piper ring a bell?” Thomas kept his voice casual, as if the two of them were friends, and if she actually knew him by name.
“Evelyn Piper?” Mikhail blinked, not sure he had heard right. But even with one ear out of commission, he was pretty sure that’s what Thomas had said. “You are talking about the real movie actor? The one who has been in many, many movies?”
vincent-grise:
“Yes, generally social places are filled with people, my friend.” Vincent gave an easy, cheerful shrug. “Look. everyone already knows that I’m a European, and most people do not care for me or… my relationships. But I’m famous enough that nobody will question you if we go together.”
My friend? Mikhail ducked his head to hide a warm smile. He knew it was a figure of speech, more or less, but not many people would have the gall to call a Russian a friend even in casual conversation. “Well, then, most people are happy being fools,” he said. “I would go with you if you go.”
imthomaswinters:
“I don’t know any movie stars. It’s not like they’d spend time with me.” Thomas paused. “Well, i know one, actually. She’s… she’s a friend.”
“Oh? Who is she?” Mikhail felt like he was meeting the movie star herself - just from being near someone who was friends with one. “Is she very famous?”
imthomaswinters:
“You know. This country is shit. men, and women too, i suppose, work their asses off, and for what? So a bunch of movie stars can go to fancy parties and wear pretty clothes. It isn’t fair.”
MIkhail tried to suppress the frown - he didn’t agree with Thomas’ thought. America was superior to Russia in several key aspects, he believed; although he didn’t want to disagree either and lose a potential friend. “I am not following much of the movie stars. You would know more than I do.”
vincent-grise:
“Really? And you happen to know of them? And would be willing to accompany me? I do hate to look like a fool who can’t get a date.”
“I have been told of one place. I walk by it one night and it appeared to be very full of people,” he said with a nod. “Accompany...you mean go with? Most people here do not want to go anywhere with Russian persons like myself.” Mikhail was cautious, and a slip of suspicion laced his tone, as if an offer of any company whatsoever made him edgy.
imthomaswinters:
“Well, it’s just…” Thomas frowned again. How did you explain the concept of frivolity to a Soviet who had survived the war?
“It’s a waste of time.” That was the best answer he could give. “Because you aren’t… you aren’t doing anything when you are on the pier, and you could be changing things and making a difference.” Thomas shrugged. “But sometimes, you need to waste time, I suppose.”
“Changing things?” Mikhail had thought about it before, but no one would listen to a Russian expatriate on anything besides how much their drink cost. “What things are you wanting to change? If you are not minding me asking.”
vincent-grise:
“I tend to define it as dancing anywhere other than Yuri’s delightful club.”
“Like where?” Mikhail was slightly interested, but he had not been dancing in years and would probably never dance in an American club without either heavy intoxication or coercion. “I think there are probably many places to dance that you would like.”
silasewell:
Silas looked at him for a moment more, then turned to whatever he had pointed at. He was irritated at being interrupted, but told himself off for it. He had been asked for help, after all. “Food strainer,” he answered. “Or, a sieve. Depends on who you ask.”Â
Mikhail didn’t see why it needed two names. Would he ever get a real grasp on English? It certainly didn’t feel like it. “Oh. Thank you. You are quite helpful.” Mikhail put the food strainer (or sieve, he reminded himself). “Do I know you from a place?” he asked after a moment - Mikhail thought maybe he had seen him at Last Station, but he couldn’t remember ever serving the man any drinks.
imthomaswinters:
“It doesn’t make you ill… it’s…“ Thomas struggled to find the right words to explain what he meant to Mikhail. Damn, if only he could tutor the other man in English! “It’s like, you know? A waste of time, and you could do better things, but it also feels good?”
Mikhail scrunched his nose. He felt he had the concept down, but Thomas wasn’t being very specific, and it didn’t help.
“If it feels good and does not hurt other persons, then there is no reason that it is waste, no?” He had spent too much time in squalor and near-death conditions for time on the pier to be a regret; Mikhail only wished he could partake in it more.
vincent-grise:
“Do you know what I haven’t done for a long time? Gone dancing. Proper dancing, that it.”
“Proper dancing? How is that different from other dancing? Or is it dancing with other person?”
