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We never said it was a GOOD plan

Who: Misa, Cesar, Nux, and Ryuzaki
Where: Devil's Den nightclub in Gateway City
What: Ryuzaki has told Cesar some galling lies, Cesar has made some poor life choices, and now Misa is making the poor life choice to go confront the two of them in a seedy nightclub. And she's pulling Nux into it.
When: August 26, night
Warnings: Violence, possibly allusions to sex and drugs
Status: Closed

Misa does not want to be here. Everything about her expression says that it has been a long, long day, and a depraved looking night club is the last place on earth she wants to be right now. But she likes to think of herself as a good girlfriend, and Lazarus was obviously distraught about what sorts of trouble Cesar might be getting himself into. Misa doesn't like that concern for his ex. Not one bit. But she tries to be a good girlfriend, and there is no way she would let Lazarus do this himself even if he wasn't in such a pitiful state. So here she is making her way into a gross bar full of gross people, with an excited Nux at her heels. He isn't the best bodyguard a girl could hope for, but he is literally the only person with a decent amount of body-mass she knows who could be summoned on short notice. Now she misses Tony.

Beyond being a good girlfriend, Misa very much wants to punch Ryuzaki in the face at least once. Pregnant. He spread the rumor that she was pregnant. Out of wedlock, here, with all the weirdness happening— just thinking about it has her furious all over again, at Ryuzaki for telling the lie and at Cesar for believing it. Not that it's any of his business.

"Stay close," Misa says, raising her voice to be heard over the music. It will no doubt be much worse inside. She hooks her arm around Nux's to ensure they won't get separated, takes a deep breath of marginally clean air, and plunges in.

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Misa comes to a halt when Nux stops moving, glancing back at him with some irritation. Her ensuing, "Allowed to do wh- ewww," is mostly drowned out by the music, but it's clear enough that she saw based on the disgust on her face and the way she brings her free hand up to block her view of that side of the room.

"KEEP MOVING!"

Whether or not he obeys the command, Misa is marching on and dragging him if she has to.

Nux stares, and seems to have a difficult time pulling his gaze away from the highly shameless display. To be fair, he's young, inexperienced and has never seen this kind of interaction close enough to reach out and touch it.

"Uh... uh, Misa, what if they're..." he sounds genuinely concerned, because while he's absolutely ready to punch people, he has no idea how to break up what those in the back of this club seem to be there to do.

Edited 2015-09-28 22:06 (UTC)

Misa does her very best not to throw up in her mouth at the suggestion. Surely even Cesar wouldn't- no, based on his recent decisions, she can't rule it out for certain. He did come here, after all. What the hell else could he have expected from the doppelganger?

The feelings that the idea of Lazarus's ex having sex with someone who looks just like Lazarus provokes are confusing and plentiful. Misa slows down for a moment, but then pushes on as they reach a curtained-off portion of the club.

"Then we leave," she decides, steeling herself for whatever they might be walking into. She's here to clear up an obvious lie, not prevent Cesar from ruining his life completely. She is not a miracle-worker.

Nux is both bewildered and anxious. He doesn't want to walk in on something like that, but it's his job, isn't it, as the guy in this equation? Misa doesn't seem like it's something she particularly wants to handle. Does it really fall to him?

"You wanna stay back?" he asks. "Uh, I can go ahead. Check it out, see if you need to cover your eyes up, OK?" he stiffens, hearing laughter and the sound of a bizarrely familiar voice. It could be Lazarus, albeit one off his meds and in the middle of a particularly terrifying and surreal episode.

He reaches for the curtain and pushes it aside.

At first glance it's a shocking similarity to the sight they'd seen between the half-naked couple: Cesar holding Ryuzaki against a waist-height bench, leaning forward and bracing against it with one hand, while Ryuzaki's arms clutch at the back of his neck. It's obvious what the bench is for, just as it's equally obvious that Cesar is in control, bent towards him and their bodies pressed tightly together--

One of Ryuzaki's hands darts between them, and Cesar rears his head back as though he'd been slapped. The fact that he's drunk off his ass and has no coordination left is immediately obvious: he tears himself out of Ryuzaki's grip, and it's just long enough to stumble back, overbalance, and fall flat on his ass. His face isn't visible from their angle, but he's not exactly scrambling to reengage his 'lover', and when he touches his face it comes away red. Shock--then understanding. He scrubs his face, taking away more blood, and wipes the arm on his shirt, posture already defensive.

They're both fully clothed. Shards of glass crunch underfoot, and both of them have traces of an ongoing struggle.

Edited 2015-09-29 04:06 (UTC)

Even after gaining 30 pounds of weight via bacon-munching, Ryuzaki's not managed to add much bulk to Lazarus' wispy frame. If this is a fight, he appears to be losing by the time Nux and Misa interrupt them, face crimson as a result of a freely-bleeding nose, and then he makes a nonviolent but deliberate move to smear his hand across Cesar's face, grinning as the other man reels back in horror and disgust. He stands, starting to advance on the fallen, drunk and stricken man, then he glances up at the intruders.

"Wanna join us?" is his slurred proposal, mouth twisting in a bloody half-smile.

Misa gapes at the scene unfolding in front of them. She has no idea what she expected to find, but this wasn't anywhere on the list of possibilities. Lazarus might have been right to send her here after all, with the damage the two seem to be doing to each other.

There is Nux's offer to take care of this while she stands back. Then there is the doppelganger's proposal that she join them. One of those offers is ringing in her mind as much more tempting, and it is absolutely not the one that should be.

Seeing that smug, bloody grin clenches it. Misa surges forward, bringing her hand back and slapping Ryuzaki across the cheek with all the force she can muster. "YOU TOLD HIM I WAS PREGNANT YOU BASTARD?!"

Nux starts to rush forward, but he's clearly confused, not even knowing who to punch offhand. He assumes a fighting stance anyway, raising his fists, looking between the two men who were previously locked in something like quiet combat.

Then Misa's walking right past him and slapping Ryuzaki harshly across his blood-smeared cheek, shouting at him, and the content of that shout makes Nux's eyes go wide.

The poor boy is always the last to know.

"Wh-what? Misa, you're gonna have a baby? Oh... oh wow! Congratulations! There's gonna be a baby in Shepherd's Haven!"

The glance past him makes the bottom drop out of his stomach, but it's not what he expects. It's surge of blonde and shrieking and striking hands; the image doesn't resolve itself into a proper identity until his mind finally breaks it down, and when it does the wave of shame almost makes him wish it had been anyone else. It's Misa. What is this place, a stripped down sex dungeon? Did his ex's girlfriend actually just walk in on him and a copy of her boyfriend in the middle of a beating, pressed close to each other, all in the middle of a sex dungeon?

Humiliation is burning in his face and neck, and he wishes the ground would swallow him whole. Anything would be better than this.

He doesn't disappear. The newcomers aren't even done appearing, and Cesar jerks his head around, swinging horrified eyes to the other person he hadn't seen come in. What, was this one supposed to protect Ryuzaki from him? ... Wait, no, obviously not--Misa, then? From anyone?

This is too much. Cesar starts to stand, but it's like balancing a drunk giraffe on the middle of a see-saw, and he's so obviously unsteady that he probably won't be semi-upright for much longer.

Ryuzaki knows her both by sight and name, and Luca too, even if it was back when the young man more resembled a surgically modified chameleon than a hairless human. In spite of the virtual guarantee that more physical harm will be inflicted on him as a result of their paths crossing, Ryuzaki is the only person in the room who's not only calm, but amused and even elated by the turn of events.

"For such a little girl, you have a strong arm," he comments, laughing in response to the sharp slap and accusation. He draws his own arm back, preparing to return the blow, but Nux is between them in a second, punching him in the jaw so hard that his head snaps backwards and it knocks him to the floor.

"D-don't hit pregnant ladies!" he scolds shrilly.

A lot of things happen all at once.

No sooner has she screamed at Ryuzaki and slapped him so hard her hand is a mass of pain than she is distracted by Nux saying something just as infuriating. But she doesn't have time to correct him because Ryuzaki is drawing his hand back as if to hit her, exactly as Lazarus warned he would, and somehow it still manages to shock her. Men and not supposed to hit women back! Not even as poor an excuse for a man as him!

She doesn't even see Cesar anymore, whatever he's up to is a mystery.

Misa braces herself as best she can, but breathes a sigh of relief when Nux gets in the way. Bringing him was a very good idea. His words directly after this act of kindness almost kill her good will completely, but a sliver of it remains; enough for her not to slap him as she yells, "I AM NOT PREGNANT!!"

Nux's heart is pounding; his fist throbs, but he's so excited by this incredible rush of energy and triumph as the other man smacks against the concrete floor face-first.

He laughs timidly, then with more strength, but he doesn't move to punch Ryuzaki again now that he's down for the count.

"Wait... what?"

He shakes his head, looking stunned and disappointed.

"You and Lazarus aren't having a baby, now? I... I don't even know what..."

He just keeps shaking his head. He's so confused.

"Hey Cesar? You... you OK?"

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Cesar doesn't look well. He looks like he's about to be sick, and that he's only holding back by the fraying threads of his concentration. Too much alcohol on an empty stomach, too much excitement, too many shocks--even an emotionally dubious one is the straw that breaks the camel's back.

He gives Nux a nauseous stare.

It's pretty much all the warning he'll get before Cesar leans to the side and loses all the alcohol he'd just consumed and then some. He sinks to his knees in the process, unable to support himself otherwise.

Dignity? Thy name is not Cesar Sanches-Ortiz.

Ryuzaki admittedly didn't think that Nux had it in him to hit so passionately and so hard. Facedown on the filthy floor, surrounded by cigarette butts and sticky spots, his vision spins and blurs for a different reason than the alcohol; it's the reeling pain that comes from getting hit that hard.

He hears the sound of Cesar vomiting, rolling aside to avoid getting splattered. Hopefully, that'll distract Misa and Nux long enough to let him roll away under the curtain and lose himself in the dark throngs of moshing revelers.

"It's not confusing!" Misa insists. "We were never having a baby! We're not even married, the copy made it up!"

She jumps when Cesar starts retching, wrinkling her nose and moving far out of the splash radius. Sufficiently distracting, to say the least. "Ewwww..."

Nux blinks, shaking his hairless head, frowning and sighing.

"Sorry about the baby," he finally mumbles. His attention is grabbed by the latest unpleasant development, but instead of recoiling from it like Misa, he goes right toward it.

He grew up on a dairy farm. He was in the Mafia, whose members drank to excess and murdered often. He's well-used to dealing with messes, and is actually tremendously gifted at seeing the person before the mess.

"Cesar!" he says more loudly, patting him on the back and crouching over him. "Get it out, it's OK. You're OK now. We're going to take you back to Shepherd's Haven, and give you a bed and some water. R-right, Misa?"

He's the center of attention, and all Nux's reassurances do is crowd him. He wants space. He wants to collect the tattered remains of his pride and retreat to never be seen by these two again. He would do it if he could manage it right now. Distantly he notes that Ryuzaki has disappeared.

He's too nauseous to feel anything about it. Cesar wipes the back of his mouth, shaking his head at a question that hadn't been asked. No, he's not going back to Shepherd's Haven with them.

Spreading his hands to usher the kid far enough away that he can stand unassisted, Cesar gets to his feet again, much like a colt on unsteady legs. Nux is given the wary sort of vigilance that comes from getting the impression that the kid would probably stick his fingers in a sick horse's mouth, if he thought the horse would choke on its sick otherwise.

Misa is ignored--very, very deliberately. He won't look at her. He can't lift his gaze past her feet.

Who would have thought Nux would have those kind of nurturing skills? It's certainly a plus in Misa's book, giving her ample excuse not to go anywhere near Cesar. They can just pretend it's solely because of the vomit. In fact, she could just leave all of this in Nux's capable hands- except then he says that, and Misa balks.

"There's no reason to drag him all the way back there!" she protests, taking an additional step back as Cesar unsteadily gets to his feet. "He's safe now, he can make it home."

Nux, despite the violent way he grew acquainted with the Numbered originally, is quite a nurturing and caring person. When someone is suffering he is right there, and if he doesn't have the ability to ease their pain, he'll at least beg them plaintively not to hurt so much.

"Well what are we gonna do Misa, huh?" He asks exasperatedly. "We can't just leave him here! Someone might take advantage of him! Like... like Lazarus' doppelgänger almost did! Lazarus wouldn't want us to just leave him."

Cesar shakes his head and holds a quelling hand up as though to say, 'I have everything under control now.' The effect is somewhat ruined by the stench of vomit and spilled alcohol that hangs around him like a cloud, as well as the fact that he's so obviously wasted.

Both of them get one last look, as though to punctuate the gesture, before he lets his hand drop, turning to the spot where the curtain meets the wall. He walks the distance. The world tries to inch out from under him with every step, and he has to take it carefully, with no small amount of swaying.

Misa would very much like to say that they can just leave him here, it's his own stupid mess he got himself into! The fact that Lazarus might want them to bring Cesar home is all the more reason not to, in fact. But with the way he sways and lurches forward, Misa is forced to admit that perhaps leaving him here would be a little bit cruel. They are not bringing him home, but maybe they should at least see him out.

"You grab him then," Misa shoots back, just as exasperated. "We are NOT taking him home with us, let's just get him out of here."

Nux all but ignores Cesar's pitiful insistence that he's all right and can handle this on his own; clearly it is not the case, and he writes it off quickly and easily rather than even consider that it might be true.

"H-hey! Come back!" he says, going after Cesar and catching him by the shoulder. "Wait, don't go. Hold on a second."

He turns back to Misa. "Grabbed him. But uh... what do you mean we can't take him home with us? Where are we gonna take him instead?"

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