Day 117 (b) -
Characters - Impulse + Joel Words - 524 Time - 30 mins Content - Bar
Impulse took a drag of his cigarette, blowing out smoke as his shoulders relaxed. A wave of warmth embraced him, clearing his mind for moments of dullness. The smoke smelled of alcohol, permeating his clothes and his hands, subtly mixing with the tobacco.
He leaned into the rough stone wall behind him, poking slightly at his shoulder. He closed his eyes, blowing out another cloud of smoke.
He peeked an eye open at the sharp sound of a door slamming open. Though he shouldn’t, Impulse turned his head in the direction of the door, seeing a crowd spilling out. The last of the patrons, likely.
The screaming was loud but mixed into each other, so he could do nothing but keep an eye on them. Among the crowd, he saw a head of brown, peaking his interest enough to straighten his shoulders.
That was Joel, the new singer of the casino; loud and proud, and by the looks of it, a magnet of problems and fights.
Subtly, he inched closer until he could make out their screaming.
Something about unpaid tabs and beating them to the ground. He couldn’t help the laugh under his breath, almost amused by the way Joel didn’t care about the various versus himself. Still, he flinched when Joel invaded the head guy’s space, pointing accusingly.
“You want to go?!”
The head guy tensed, looking at his group, and getting his decision when they cheered. He pushed Joel back, stepping back when Joel barely moved.
Then the punches flew, one right under the guy’s chin. Chaos broke through quickly when the guy was knocked aside, the crowd throwing themselves at Joel but—
Well, Joel was holding his own, throwing punches indiscriminately.
Still, Impulse pushed through them, pulling them off Joel. The crowd jumped back, gasping and fearful, the alleyway halted when he pulled Joel from the head guy again. He spared a glance, not hiding the chuckle from the mess Joel had caused.
“Oi! I’m not done!” Joel squirmed, trying to free himself and try to finish the fight. Impulse held him tight, then resulted in throwing him over his shoulder, Joel huffing and going limp.
“Clear up,” Impulse ordered, firm and loud.
Impulse didn’t stay long, taking off to the staff parking lot. Joel was limp for a second, then pushed himself on his shoulder, twisting a little to face him and sit on his arm. Joel wrapped his arms around his neck, resting his head on top of his. He tensed a little, but held steady as he walked.
“I had it,” Joel pouted.
“And kill a patron in front of the establishment?”
“Orange would look good on me.” Joel laughed, running his fingers through his hair. And playfully, he poked around his eyebrow piercing, pinching his skin slightly too. “You know what else would look good on me?”
Impulse chuckled, picking up that flirty tone they all mastered for the patrons. He lowered him a little, enough that Joel now perched on his shoulder, unbothered where he sat.
“You!” Joel giggled.
And that was when Impulse realized, “You’re drunk.”
“A little,” he laughed, resting on his shoulder.
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why am i struggling with romance today 😭😭😭 i cant get joelpulse right. and and and I DELETED THE REQ BY ACCIDENT BEFORE
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