Title: Kiss, Kiss, Fall In Love (1?)
Author: P.L.S.
Disclaimer: I don't own Ouran Host Club & this was made for the sole purpose of entertaining the author & maybe the readers. Any OC's or ideas are free too. I've never cared if people play in my sandboxes.
Warnings: Severe AU.
Rated T for Teen
Summary: She was a bartender during the day for a reason, not that anyone cares.
Author Note: I've been reading SGA McShep AUs while watching Ouran subbed, which makes for a rather odd thing called AU OHSHC. This was the only world I could build without setting it in mideval Europe or crossing over into my other fandoms (gimme time on that one... I breed crossover bunnies.) All I know about the J-Pop scene is that I love the music & what I learned from Gravitation (which means nothing other than yaoi is hot as hell & that apparently, airhead drama queen boys get the best record sales.)
for those who don't fly in the scifi fanfic circles SGA Stargate Atlantis, McShep Rodney McKay/ John Sheppard slash, AU Alternate Universe
All the same! They're making music,
Despite the envious Signora,
'Til appears on the horizon
Rosy smiling sprite, Aurora.
from Mimi by Heinrich Heine
ooOooOoo
"Pull whatever's good on tap." Haruhi nodded and chose a nice bland domestic for the guy who was probably recovering from working through lunch hour. She pulled a pint and he took a deep gulp ending with a sigh of contentment and a grateful smile. Haruhi could tell right off that this was going to be another great tipper.
Great tips, rather pleasant customers, storytelling drunks, & music that she controlled. All the reasons she had worked hard to get the day shift at the bar-come-club. The other barkeeps tended to not question her and assumed schedule conflicts, but really she just liked the easy pace of the daytime compared with the frenzy of night.
Of course, she thought as another off-key note from the band doing a sound check made her wince, it'd be better if they'd just forget the synth & stop interupting my peace.
"Ya know, rock was better when it was just the drums, guitar, and the voice of the singer." Haruhi smiled at the drunk who was only just starting to slur his words.
Kaiichi-san was a regular and to be frank she rather liked hearing his semi-coherent stories about his life when he was a fisherman in the south. He was a polite drunk who had charmed her from day one. Kaiichi's scared face & lost limbs had whispered of stories when she had first started but now they were just part of him & as normal as his thinning gray hair, toothy grin, and his constant cursing when he came in sober.
"Their trouble is Nekozawa, who used to do the synth & sound, left & went to join a monistary or something. Now his student or something, Bereznoff, is trying and failing to walk in Nekozawa's footsteps." Haruhi looked at the guy who she had just given a beer to. He grinned sheepishly, "My little sister is a fangirl to the worst degree & the info is now stuck in my head."
"I see." she said as she mixed another plain cosmopolitain for the physics professor who always spent her off days away from campus and at Haruhi's bar next to the jukebox which was now unplugged. Not that it worked. The rounded top jukebox was a tacky relic from America in the 70's that the owner bought broken and only worked for three weeks. But despite the fact that it couldn't even be used as a place to put a drink, no one ever spoke of ever tossing it.
Haruhi handed Professor Kazekawa her cosmo and the aging ice queen gave her a slight smirk which was the Professor's version of a smile. The woman took a slight sip and went back to reading a scientific journal.
The front doors brust open with a "Haru-chan!" called out by the falsetto of yet another regular. This one was respendent in her red glittered heels, purple fishnet stockings, jaguar print short pants, and a sheer billowing red-violet blouse with a dark camasole under. Vivian or Hiro depending on the attire had been Haruhi's first customer and with one sip of her blue hurricane had declared 'Haru-chan' her one true love and had been there every day before five to renew her or his love affair with the cocktails that Haruhi made.
As Vivian took her stool between the new guy and Kaiichi, Haruhi put a pink lady in front of the drag queen and smiled.
"Looking beautiful."
"Darling, I'm looking rediculously supernaturally gorgeous." Vivian said with her typical ostentatiousness. Haruhi nodded and started to clean her tools of her trade as Vivian once again loudly made her exclaimations of love.
Haruhi winced again as the song went off-key, "That does it." She stopped cleaning up and hopped over the bar.
"Hey! Whatcha gonna do?" Kaiichi called out. Haruhi gave him a smirk.
"I'm going to fix it." The new guy sputtered at her declaration.
"Y-you can't just fix music!" Haruhi shook her head as her regulars started to defend her.
"She can fix anything." Vivian-Hiro the crossdresser screeched.
"She fixed my wheelchair." Kaiichi grummbled.
"She's resurrected my cell phone and laptop." Vivian said as she brandished her pink rinestone covered Motorolla with a large-ish brass bell jingling from the strap.
"She's the reason I finished my book." Professor Kazekawa said with her typical aplomb and poise.
"She's Haru-chan!" Kaiichi poked the new guy roughly, "She fixes everything." Haruhi smiled at the ego boosting comments and walked to the back booth where the soundboard was set up. At the controls a pale man in black was sweating over the sliders and nobs. His eyebrows were bunched together and his round eyes were glareing daggers at both the frontman and the guitarists who were complaing and generally being hyper brats.
Bereznoff saw her and glared at her too, "Don't you dare complain unless you can do it better," he snapped. Haruhi nodded with a quiet smile.
"Understood." Bereznoff nodded and went back to his fumbling and then looked at her again.
"So what do you want?"
"To complain."
ooOooOoo
And that was how it started.