Title: Kiss, Kiss, Fall In Love (2?)
Author: P.L.S.
See Chapter One for the rest of the header...
Author Note: Grins To keep in the gender-bending of OHSHC I've decided to make the band assume Haru-chan is a guy (except for Kyoya who knows all & sees all, the bastard.) The band name? Eh, I still donít have a farking clue.
Disclaimer Part Dos- Any song lyrics unless otherwise noted are my creation. When I borrow (aka steal) Iíll either post a link to the source or tell you all the details as far as I know them so look for footnotes. BTW, I'm not a barkeep, I just keep going to my local bar.
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Kyoya watched from the side of the stage where he was going to jump down. The entrance of the drag queen had distracted him enough that he finally acknowledged the fact that he was thirsty. He was just about to go to the bar and ask for a round of virgin drinks when the bartender vaulted over the bar and walked to where Bereznoff was shooting dirty looks as Tamaki blithely gave his opinions and the twins only made things worse with their interjections and egging on Tamakiís ego.
He watched as the bartender walked over after listening to the peanut gallery she had in the form of her patrons, one quiet and negative, the other three gushing with praise. She was modest enough to acknowledge them with just a cynical shake of her head before going and disturbing Bereznoff with her silence. He snapped at her, and she smiled and said something which set him off.
"FINE! Suoh-san, I QUIT! I'm tired of this. See how good you sound without me tonight!" And that was just the start, the little man ranted for at least ten minutes (again the twins had a great deal to do with his renewed bursts of anger which meant that the raving lasted a lot longer than Kyoya thought it should.) Kyoya was amused to see the bartender work with the equipment as Bereznoff gave his 'I quit' speech.
Finally, the old man at the bar poked the drag queen who laughed and nodded. She then stalked over grabbed Bereznoff by the ear and tossed him out with her own version of a scolding ringing in the manís pointy ears, no doubt. Kyoya smiled at the queen in gratitude.
He then went to go see what the bartender was doing to his equipment.
"Hello. I'm Ohtori Kyoya," he drawled and was pleased to see that it startled her out of fixing the rat's nest of wires that Bereznoff allowed to grow.
"Oh, hi. Fujioka Haruhi." He was rather surprised at the almost boyish tones to her voice, that along with the unisex clothing and choppy short hair, could easily fool others into thinking she was a he. Her clunky and thick glasses his her eyes and finished off the plain and pathetic look that he was sure that she hadnít meant to achieve.
"What are you doing?"
"Hmm," she looked up with one of those stranger multi-tools in her mouth, and two bouquets of thick wires and zip-ties in her hands. She opened her mouth to let the tool fall, "Umm, the wires are going to the wrong outlets and I can't tell what half of these go to. Can you start running through your set accousicly? It'll give me time to fix this then help you get rid of what you don't need." Kyoya knew this was perfectly reasonable and far more than he should expect, but he had a feeling.
"No."
"What? Why?"
"Well, the way I see it, it was you who cost us our synth player. That means we're going to have to forget about this gig and lose both a week of pay and the little momentum that we've worked for years to get." Kyoya said cooly. The girl blanched and Kyoya let himself smile a shark's smile, "But don't worry, I think that one little lawsuit for reparations should fix everything for us."
"Aw, crap." The bartender muttered, "You're not going to get much money out of me."
"Well, that's only if you're going to cost us this gig."
"What?" she looked so confused and resigned. Kyoya mentally congratulated himself on the ploy which was going to pay off.
"Well, it seems you now what you're doing. You can take Bereznoff's place until we can find another replacement." Kyoya said and the bartender sighed.
"Shit."
"Is that your way of saying yes?" The bartender bowed her head and nodded. "Good. Hikaru, Kaoru!" The twin guitarists leapt off the stage and ran to his side.
"Yes?" they said in tandem.
"Meet our newest member."
"That?" asked Hikaru, "But he doesn't have the looks."
"Neither did Bereznoff." Kyoya said coldly.
"Yeah, he did, in his weird way." Kaoru said, "But he..."
"Looks like a lost geek." Hikaru said, "One that gets picked on, not picked up."
"Fine, keep me in the shadows then.î the bartender said. The twins smiled.
"At least this geek has spirit." they said together as they shared a look, "We'll take the challenge."
Kyoya watched in amusement as the sons of a fashion designer started ripping up her looks verbally as she pointedly ignored them and went back to putting the electronics in order. He looked over at the bar where Mori was already taking over the bartenderís job, giving him a nod to let Kyoya know that everything was fine.
Kyoya smiled as he heard Tamaki and Hunny's laughter, the two were playing a card game on the stage, letting everyone else do all the preparation. They were the songwriters and the lead singers, besides they both had yet to grow up and would only get in the way. Kyoya kept an eye on them as he called up their contact at the label and the owner of the club, both needed to know about Bereznoff and Haruhi.
