ANNOUNCEMENT 002

[intercom_voice]

[Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, you will hear the loud screeching of a microphone through the speakers before it dies down. Not long after, a familiar husky voice blares through said speakers.

Although her tone is somewhat pleasant, she manages to keep her authoritative tone as well.]

Good afternoon. [There's a brief pause.] You've all been quite busy, haven't you? It's, hm...interesting to watch, to say the least. But do keep the property damage to a minimum, will you? It's awfully rude to smash people's property on arrival, don't you think?

[Despite that warning, she manages a soft (if a bit ominous) chuckle.]

That being said, I hope you're all well rested. A good rest means a good grade, after all~.

[There's another burst of feedback before the announcement comes to an end.]

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[perpetuallyexposedchest]

[Although the stranger's initial statement had Miguel giving him a disappointed huff, the man's following words piqued his interest. The Spaniard rubs at his chin as he considers the offer. Alright, so this guy might not be so useless to him in the future. By now, Miguel has learned the importance of keeping friends in liquored-up places.]

...Alright. [Raising a brow, suspiciously.] -And what will you be wanting in return for this service, eh?

[denonno]

What? [ The question takes a moment to register but once it does: ] Nah, man! I'm not gonna charge for it. First drink's always on the house. [ Not like money would have any use around here anyway, what with being stuck. It'd just be good to sit back and relax by mixing some drinks and pouring shots again. ]

You really wanna pay me though, you should give me the skinny on whatever it is what ate your shirt. Gotta be a good bar story.

[perpetuallyexposedchest]

Then it's a deal. -And I'll be holding you to that. [Miguel's gaze is suddenly sharp.] Don't make offers you can't keep, comprende? I don't take too kindly to empty promises.

[Now all Miguel has to worry about is actually remembering that this encounter took place by tomorrow morning. He takes another gulp of booze from his bottle; looking down at his own torn shirt distastefully as the other man questions it.] Tch... this?

[A frown.] It's barely a story at all. Just a group of young pendejos who didn't even have the cojones to finish the fight they started. They did more damage to my shirt with their little blades than they did to me. A waste of time... [Looking visibly disappointed by the lack of a challenge, the drunkard lazily begins to heft himself up to his feet; stumbling slightly before steadying himself against the wall. His impressive height is far more apparent as he does so; even as he hunches over slightly whilst attempting to regain a sense of balance.] Hnhh...

[denonno]

[ Louis gives the man a grin as he shrugs his shoulder. ] Louie ain't made a promise he can't keep, don't worry.

Buncha thugs, huh? [ So maybe the guy didn't initiate it, after all. ] Happens, man.

[ Imposing figure or not, Louis catches the sway and head to the man's side. He doesn't touch him - dealt with enough drunks to know that's never a good idea off the bat - but he does reach out, hand hovering next to the stranger's arm. ] Here, come on, brother. We'll find ya a place to kick back.

[perpetuallyexposedchest]

[Well, maybe he didn't exactly initiate it this time, but he certainly wasn't trying to get out of it either.]

Heh... [The man smirks a bit, even as pinches the bridge of his nose; closing his eyes to get the room to stop spinning.] If it didn't happen so much, I wouldn't be visiting such seedy bars in the first place. [Miguel got the fight he was looking for. It just hadn't been as satisfying as he had hoped.]

[Cracking open one eye at the offer, Miguel peers over at the other man.] ...Yeah? [Why's he so willing to help? Eh, whatever; the Spaniard isn't even in the mood to get suspicious right now. And yes, he could use a place to crash. -Especially since he's unfamiliar with this area.]

[...And, uh... about that-]

[Miguel pushes himself off of the wall; swaying as he peers around as if only just now realizing that he has never seen this building before.] ...'The hell am I again?

[denonno]

[ When the man pushes himself off the wall, Louis takes that as permission and hooks an arm around his back, the other hauling the man's arm over his shoulder. Considering how tall the guy is, Louis makes a pretty decent crutch. ]

Question of the day, man. Ain't nobody figured out the real deal with this place, just know that it's a school. Trip and a half.

[ He waits before walking, just making sure the guy doesn't suddenly change his mind and snap. ]

[perpetuallyexposedchest]

[...Great. So no one knows what's happening, how they got here, or why.]

Gh... [Running a hand through his own messy hair.] I am far too drunk for this conversation right now in any case. I'll worry about it when the world has regained it's balance.

[Miguel walks with the other man; leaning a good amount of weight on him- though not too much. He looks over at the oddly helpful stranger once more as they move through the hall.] ...So your name is "Louie", eh?

[denonno]

[ He gets a hearty laugh in return. ] I'm tellin' ya, man. Feels good to lose yourself in the bottom a bottle every once in a while but damn if ya don't pay for it. Ain't even worth the hassle at times.

[ A shift, mostly to keep Miguel's weight up. ] But yeah. Name's Louis, go by Louie.

[perpetuallyexposedchest]

Hnh... Sometimes men welcome a hassle. -Especially when that hassle distracts enough from other hassles. [Like the hassle of having traumatizing, dark depressing thoughts for example.]

[Sighing.] And I'm Miguel. [A pause.] I go by Miguel.

So, Louie- do you regularly go out of your way to take care of violent drunks, or should I assume that I am a special case? [Not that he was suspicious of the other man's kindness, but.... Yeah, he was actually.]

[denonno]

Ain't doubting that. Way cheaper than any shrink thought about bein'. [ He caved after he got away from New York, drank a few in honor of Danny. Gave that up after the massive hangover. It also helped that he got the call back from Hotel Dusk, set him back on track. ] But better ways and all that.

[ He takes the echo as a jab, gives a crooked smile in response. ] Man, you'd be surprised how many people pronounce Louis as 'Lewis' or 'Louie'. Loo-ees - ain't hard, right? But I just gave up, tell 'em to call me Louie now. Ain't no big deal.

Violent drunk? You were violent, I'd be laid out right now, man - ain't no questionin'.

[perpetuallyexposedchest]

[A grunt.] If you take pride in your name, make the assholes respect it, I say. Have them pronounce it as it was meant to be said.

[At the man's following words, Miguel smiles just slightly; giving a small 'heh' under his breath.] You have far too much faith in me. I've got no reason to "lay out" a man offering me free drinks and a place to rest anyway.

Besides- I try to only take on men who seem like they would be worth my time, is all. [A pause.] ...-No offense.

[denonno]

[ Louis lets the name thing slide. It's not something that is all that important to him. He didn't choose the name and while he hasn't got any beef with his family, he doesn't have that need to 'protect their honor' or whatever it is people get offended about. Obviously. ]

Ain't worth the time? [ He lets go of the arm around his shoulder long enough to mock a gasp place his hand on his chest. ] Brother, you go straight for the jugular! [ If the dramatic gasp wasn't enough to clue Miguel in, the grin makes it obvious that it's just a joke. ] Don't worry 'bout it, though. None taken. Louie's all about keepin' up appearances for the ladies. Can't do that while swingin' fists around.