Hot Summer Days and Karaoke Nights

[deal_me_in]

WHO: Cayde-6 probably and you
WHERE: The Deep End
WHAT: Absolutely nothing
WHEN: Through this month
WARNINGS: N/A


I. BYOB

Things have been slow and quiet, both things of which Cayde never trusts, especially around a place like this. Naturally it leaves a Hunter bored, but when there's nothing to be found or done around the city and even less beyond, it's almost enough to make him desperate to do even paperwork.

Almost. He's not that desperate.

At least the temperatures don't bother him, but he knows the heat makes things miserable for a lot of people. The lights are always low in the bar, the water out the window at least keeping it from being too warm since the light's got a whole lot of gallons to filter through.

Cayde doesn't spend too much time behind the bar counter, so it'd be easy to think the bar's empty as it more often than not is. The Exo himself has parked himself at the table nearest the bar however, over by the window. Sometimes he'll be shuffling cards, or he'll be balancing them in a precarious cardhouse with Colonel settled in the opposite chair if she's not roaming the bar floor for inspections.

He looks up when he does find himself with company other than a chicken, flashing a grin. "Hey, you busy?" This may not be the Tower but he's not beyond handing out a quest or two if someone's just as bored as he is. Although it probably isn't much of a quest so much as it is an errand.


II. Music Makes the People Come Together. Yeah.

There's an off chance one might come across the Hunter in the opposite corner of the bar, feet propped up on a chair as he idly strums the guitar Tony had made him what seems like ages ago. It's been more of a communal sort of instrument by now. Cayde's at least managed to learn a few chords enough to play a song or two, which is enough for him to add to the subtle western vibe he tries to evoke now and then.

He's better with a harmonica, although it's anyone's guess as to where he gets the breath for it, much less manages a tune with no lips.

"Oh, didn't know I had an audience. What's with the face?" He smiles crookedly. "Thing's all set if you have something else in mind," he says, nodding towards the karaoke machine.

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"I don't see why not?" He and Tony had been constant partners in crime so Cayde had more or less gotten used to how the man seemed to operate, but he'd never had any real trouble with him.

"You have any other suggestions?" he asked, gesturing with a hand to show he was open to them as he led the way into the bar. It was a pretty nice facsimile, he'd have to admit, but the view into the pool rather than a lake of lazily drifting aquatic life was weird. Things were too bright in here, not at all like the cozy dimness of the original Deep End. He'd bet the wood wasn't even real.

"Ah, here we go," the Exo said as he went into the back room. Way too neat in here on the account that there really wasn't anything except the crates he'd brought.

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"Not really," Keith said. He tended to stick to himself a lot, so he didn't know everyone all that well to really judge. But, "I can see your point, though." Keith knew Tony was a tech guy. "Donatello's a pretty good tech guy, too... the purple wearing turtle." He would have liked to have Pidge or Hunk... even Matt, as they were the tech geniuses back home, but none of them were here at the moment, so that wasn't going to happen.

He followed Cayde into the backroom, glancing around at how low on stock it was.

"We're going to leave some here, right?" he asked. In case they all suddenly woke up on the ship with no warning, it might not be a bad idea to be stocked.

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That was understandable, and not something Cayde was going to question. People were spread out here with only so many inhabiting any given space. It was too easy to keep to oneself, too easy to slip back into lone wolf tendencies. But Cayde had grown to like being around people, one of the upsides he supposed, of being stuck with Vanguard duty at the Tower.

"Donatello- oh! That's right. Wonder if that kid ever sleeps, always see him running around doing something. Well, keep him in mind." He chuckled, reaching over to pick up one of the crates to hand over to Keith.

"Oh yeah, we're not taking any more than one a piece. I got a couple more stashed elsewhere aboard so we should be fine."

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"He reminds me a bit of a friend back home," Keith said, sounding amused. Pidge rarely slept, too.

He easily took the offered crate, shifting it until he had a good grip on it, and then nodded.

"Alright."

So, he started back towards the ship's entrance.

"That's really all I can think of right now," he then said. "If there's anyone else you'd think would be good, we can figure out which ones we want to focus on asking, and then do that. Figure out when we want to go."

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"Sounds good to me!" Cayde quipped as he picked up a crate and after a quick check, followed Keith on out.

"All right. And my schedule is wide open so far as things go." So at least that technically wasn't a problem. It was more a matter of other things deciding to happen.

[tempredmental]

That got a small snort of a response.

"I'd honestly be surprised if anyone was actually truly busy around here," Keith said. Odd jobs, repairs, chores... the small stuff... it wasn't like they had regular jobs or activities going on that took up time or had deadlines.

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"Some people are definitely more productive than others," Cayde shrugged. He thought about the pep talk he gave Knuckles. "I think it's possible to keep busy if you know you've got something to do. See: purple kid."

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"It can be hard to figure that out sometimes," Keith admitted. He had some issues with the down time, too. It was hard to find projects sometimes, but Keith had been keeping busy by fixing up the house he and Lance had picked for themselves, at least.

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Cayde nodded. "Oh yeah, I know. But there's always something to do, a lot of it just might not be stuff anyone wants to." He chuckled. "Talked to that echidna kid about something like this not too long ago actually."

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"Oh, yeah?" Keith knew about the echidna. "I mean, it's an adjustment to be here when you're used to being more active." He'd come from a place where a whole lot was happening all at once, and he really hadn't had any down time. At least, not like he did here. "I've been finding stuff to do, but it's been rough."

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"Hah! That's an understatement all right," the Hunter laughed. From managing countless Guardians and handing out missions like candy to...this.

"He was having something of an existential crisis. Can't really blame him."

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"Heh." Keith let out a small, wry chuckle. "I know the feeling." Granted, he had slowly gotten used to it over his time since Drift Fleet, as after the creature in control of the Marsiva had been defeated, he and Lance had kind of wandered the area and space for a bit on the Huntress before getting dragged into this place. "I've kind of been through my crisis, I guess. I'm okay. I'll figure it out." He's been finding things to do.

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Feeling lost was too easy when you had nothing to do, no direction. It wasn't a feeling Cayde had missed, and a few centuries was one sure way to be experienced enough to figure out how to deal with it and avoid it. But he knew how easy it was fall back into that hole. The trick was not to look down.

"Good to hear. Don't think we need any crises around here, got enough problems dropped on us when they think we don't expect it."

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"Yeah, that's for sure," Keith agreed. There were definitely enough things going on around them at times that it kept him busy enough anyway. It was a little slower than home, which was kind of nice. If he could keep busy without everything big happening being a massive crisis, he could get used to that.

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Well, at least they were in agreement there, and now they had something that would occupy some time once they got things set. Good enough for Cayde!

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Good enough for Keith, too, honestly.

As they stepped back inside the planet-side bar, Keith waited to see where Cayde wanted to put the crates, following him in that direction.

"So, how long are these gonna last you?" Keith asked curiously. He couldn't imagine it got super duper busy on the regular.

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Cayde nodded towards the area behind the counter, setting his own crate down before straightening up to roll his shoulders back.

"Oh, depends on if anyone's in a mood or something, but I think they should hold up a pretty good while. Honestly I'd be impressed if anyone went through everything by the time the seasons turn again."

He grabbed a couple of glasses, gesturing to the stock yet on the shelf and the ones they'd just brought. Keith had come for a drink after all!

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Keith set the crate down where indicated, being careful as he did. The sounds of clinking glass inside kept him cautious. He didn't want to break them. He glanced over at the stock, stretching his own right arm a bit and nodding at what Cayde said.

"Makes sense," he agreed. He would hope that no one could drink that much in a sitting, but he supposed someone might be able to...

"Just a beer is fine," he then requested. Sometimes, on a hot day, a cold beer was just what one needed.

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With a point and a nod, Cayde walked over to the backroom to grab a bottle from the fridge. He slid it across the counter to Keith when he came back, stepping over to pick one of the other bottles from the shelf to pour himself a drink.

"Thanks for the hand," he said as he lifted his glass towards the other.

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He caught it easily, and then lifted the bottle in response.

"Sure thing."