(2018-11-22) Freaking Out
Edgar comes to see Owen at The Bone Yard and he's got disgusting news.
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edgar..austin..owen..aidan..

"Good. I do some martial arts so I've incorporated that. Seems to go over well." Austin says. He and Owen are talking at the bar. "Least in Thailand it did. But I was exotic over there, less so here. Works well with a partner too if they also know any martial art. Can have a mock dance fight and end up tearing clothes away in the fight."

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"Well, appearance-wise you wouldn't be as exotic here, but the martial arts portion would be," Owen says. He came in a bit early and is not on for a while yet. He is seated on one of the stools at the bar, leaning back against it with his usual glass of seltzer water. "And that sounds like a pretty cool act, definitely different than anything we've got at the moment. I trained in pole dancing, so I do a lot of that, and straps sometimes, though I'm just learning those, so not quite ready to throw it into the act just yet. But I think Sloane would love the idea of the fight/dancing."

*

Edgar steps in, and he beelines for the bar. He doesn't even see Owen at first, but when he does, he walks up to him and says, "I'm freaking out." He then waves a little to Austin. "Hey. Sorry to interrupt." Then to the bartender, "Rusty nail, heavy on the nail." He glances around the place, just a bit twitchy.

*

"So you don't have anyone here already doing something similar. Good." Austin nods, satisfied with that bit of news. "I could probably teach someone to fake it well enough to be able to put on a good show." Pausing, he looks at Edgar and returns "Hey. Freaking out about what?"

*

"Nope," Owen says to Austin, "So that would definitely be a unique draw. And yeah, if you could teach it, then that would be cool, too. I wouldn't mind learning something like that, and I'm pretty sure some of the other guys wouldn't either." When Edgar comes up to the bar he slips off the stool and slides an arm around him. "You okay?" He then says, "Ed, this is Austin, he's thinking about coming to dance at the club. Austin, this is my boyfriend, Ed."

*

Edgar wraps both arms around Owen and hides his face against his shoulder briefly, just long enough to take a deep and calming breath. Then he says to Austin, "Hi, it's nice to meet you, Austin." He manages a smile despite jangled nerves lurking just beneath the surface. To Owen, he says, "I got some creepy gross fan mail. Some weirdo sent me used condoms." He shudders. Nope, still not over the squick factor.

*

"Likewise." Austin falls silent as the boyfriends have some comforting time though he can't help but make a face at hearing what's freaked Edgar out. "Okay, that's just disgusting. If there's a return address, you should report it to the police. It's not illegal but it'll be on record. No telling if he's going to escalate if he's doing something like that. What isit you do to get fan mail?"

*

Owen makes a face as though he just caught a whiff of something foul and says, "Okay, that's pretty gross. And yes, if there was any kind of return address on it," he nods toward Austin's suggestion. "I mean, you've gotten some odd stuff before but that's the first really gross one." He gives Edgar a hug, and keeps an arm around him as they talk. "Let's hope for no escalation. You get all your fan mail to a PO Box, right?" He would assume so.

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Edgar shakes his head. "No return address. It wasn't even postmarked, which means someone physically came to my mailbox and put it in there." He remains latched to Owen's side, one arm around him. He rakes his other hand through his hair, which does him on favors for keeping it neat. It seems to like sticking out in every direction. "I'm a writer," he tells Austin. "My fans are usually just nice, normalish nerds." He takes a deep breath, lets it out again, so he can keep it together. "I put it in a ziploc so Maude wouldn't get at it and put it in the trash, but I guess I could give it to the police."

*

"Definitely." Austin agrees. "If he's in this city and knows where you live and put it in your mail box, give it to them tomorrow. Or actually, today. DNA sample. But no telling how old it is already and I have no idea how much time it takes before they can't use it any more."

*

"Well if someone actually brought it to the apartment building, then that means that they know where you live, and that's a bit more alarming than them just sending it to a PO Box," Owen says, brow furrowing just a bit. "Yeah, give it to the police. Do you want me to go with you? I can call off. Pretty sure someone will pick up the shift."

*

Edgar nods quickly. "Yeah, okay. Can I stay at your place for awhile and maybe bring Maudie down? Or I could board her. I just don't want to leave her alone if some maniac's coming around." He glances between the two of them. "If you want to come with," he says. "I don't mind. I mean, I don't really talk to cops, but I guess this time it's different." He sighs, then says, "Fuck."

*

"Got a gun?" Austin asks. "Know how to use a knife? Or defend yourself in general? If not, I can teach you some quick and dirty moves that might just work if you get the chance. Whatever else you might try, remember: balls and eyes. Guys almost always flinch if something it coming at their balls and almost everyone will if it's headed at their eyes."

*

"Why would you board her when you can just bring her to my place?" Owen asks as though the idea seems silly to him. "Of course. Just bring down whatever you need, and we can set up her tree in front of the window. It'll be fine." Then he glances over toward Austin and says, "I know how to fight just a little bit but I'd call the technique random barroom brawling than anything with skill." He looks over to Edgar, wondering if he has any particular martial arts skills that he's been hiding.

*

"I've got a gun," Edgar says. Surprise, honey! "Not on me, but it's in my bedroom. I've been in a few fights before, and I fight dirty." He'd about have to. He's on the thin side, and not all that well-muscled. He smiles a little at Owen and kisses him on the cheek. "I didn't want to assume," he murmurs, "but I'll bring her stuff down tonight. She loves you." Looking to Austin, he asks, "Are you a martial artist? That's cool."

*

Austin nods at what Edgar says, satisfied the guy's not helpless. "I teach Muay Thai." So that would be a 'yes'. Then he shakes his head. "I wouldn't have thought writers would get weird fan mail." After all, they're… writers. "You use your own name on your books? Or did he somehow track you down anyway?"

*

Aidan has arrived.

*

Owen, Edgar, and Austin are all over by the bar. Owen has his arm around Edgar as the three are talking. He has a glass of seltzer water that he has been slowly drinking as they talk. "Can I get you something to drink?" he asks Ed, and then glances at Austin's drink and offers a refill if it looks like he might need one. There's a little bit of surprise that registers when Ed mentions that he's got a gun, but no particular concern. He lets Edgar speak for himself regarding his fan mail.

*

"I use a pen name," Edgar tells Austin. "Knox Stevens." Who is fairly decently known, so him having fans isn't completely out of the question. He rests his head against Owen's shoulder. The initial adrenaline is starting to wear off. "I've never had a fan do something like this. I've gotten some weird fan mail, but nothing disgusting." To Owen, he murmurs, "I want whiskey."

*

There's nothing worse than already feeling awkward about a place, then getting carded at the front door. That seems to be the case for the short young man who's just come in, his shoulders hunched inside a black hoodie with a distinctive stylized skull in white on the front. Maybe a logo for something? The bouncer keeps looking between the ID he's been given, then Aidan, then the ID again…and Aidan's shoulders get higher and higher. "Owen," he finally barks out. "I'm here for Owen. Whelan." The bouncer looks over his shoulder, spots Owen, and puts up his big hand to stop Aidan in his tracks. "You stay there, kid. I'll be right back." Then he's lumbering over to Owen, leaving a flustered, irritated Aidan in his wake.

*

"So he not only learned where you live but he somehow learned your real name too. That's not good." Austin, master of understatements. "Yeah, don't wait for tomorrow. Go to the cops today. This isn't just a creepy fan, you've got a stalker from the sound of it."

*

Owen orders a whiskey for Edgar and another round for Austin before motioning to have his own seltzer water topped up. Then he notices the bouncer approaching and exchanges a few words with him, glancing toward the hoodied figure. "Hey, Jack, this is Austin. He's looking at dancing. Can you get him whatever paperwork he'll need to give to Daya? I've got the kid. Don't worry about him." He gives Edgar's cheek a kiss and says, "I'll be right back." Then he heads over toward where Aidan is standing and looks him over, "Hey. Aidan?"

*

Edgar nods, and he keeps nodding. Austin isn't wrong, not about any of it. "Yeah, this is seriously bad. I thought I left all this shit behind in Brooklyn, only it was creepy exes." He takes up his whiskey and has a hearty sip of it. "I'll go to the cops. I just need a little liquid courage." He gances after Owen as he goes to talk to Aidan. "So, gosh, this sucks, not the best way to meet someone. Hi. I'm not usually this frazzled."

*

"Hey." Aidan is still just standing there, hands shoved into jean pockets, looking for all the world like someone has personally pissed in his Rice Krispies. He nods to the bouncer, "They gonna let me in or what? Not like I wanna be in here." His blue eyes dart around quickly before he forces them back to Owen. "I just wanted to figure out the…you know. Stuff."

*

Austin shrugs. "Don't worry about it. You've got a good reason to be. You might want install some security cameras around your place. And in it. And change the locks, install deadbolts, that kind of thing. That's what I'd be doing if it was happening to me." Watching Owen and Aidan talk, he asks "Who's the kid?"

*

"Oh shit, right," Owen says when Aidan mentions figuring out stuff. He glances back toward Austin and Edgar and then to Aidan and says, "Alright, come with me. I'll introduce you to Edgar, and we've got some stuff to figure out." He glances around and says, "Yeah, sorry. I was supposed to work tonight, but now I'm not going to." He motions for Aidan to follow him over back to where the others are standing. "Heya, this is my cousin, Aidan, Aidan.. my boyfriend Edgar, and this is Austin, potential coworker." To Austin he says, "Jack's going to get you the paperwork. You'll want to fill out the application, and then Daya will probably want to talk to you."

*

"I feel like I should know the answer to that question," Edgar tells Austin, "but I'm blanking." Fortunately, Owen comes with Aidan to answer the question for him. "Right! Aidan," he says. "Sorry, hi! It's nice to meet you." He offers his hand to Austin. "Owen told me you might be coming to town."

*

Austin nods to Owen. "That's fine. I've been filling out apps for days now. What's one more?" He nods a greeting to Aidan then adds "I can take it from here if you need to go do something. Or I can escort Edgar to the cops if you need to take off."

*

Although the bouncer's still giving Aidan the side eye, he slips in after Owen, the surly awkwardness not really going away. "Hey," he says to the others, giving them all a little upnod, but he's not smiling. Did Edgar offer him a hand? He frowns at it, but takes it in the end, shaking as hard as he can. Which isn't all that hard, because Aidan's a little thing. He looks vaguely interested in the bit about the cops, but doesn't ask after it.

*

When Austin offers to take Edgar to the cops, Owen glances between Aidan and Edgar and then asks, "You sure? Hell you just met us 15 minutes ago." He then looks to Edgar and says, "Aidan's going to be staying with me for a while so… things are going to get a little bit .. cozy, with you and Maude there, too." He takes a breath and says, "Ed, do you mind if I take Aidan back to my place and get him set up, and if Austin doesn't mind helping you with the cops, then maybe we could all do dinner later?" He glances over toward Austin, checking to see what he thinks about that, and then Edgar. Then he asks Aidan, "Do you want something to drink?" Non-alcoholic is implied.

*

Edgar says, "Oh, shit. That's right. It's going to get crowded. Do you want me to get a hotel? I don't want to impose." He glances between Aidan and Owen, a little wild-eyed. Edgar's having a day. To Austin, he says, "That would be great. We just have to stop by my place to get the, uh, the thing." He shudders. Nope, never not going to be grossed out by that. "Let's meet up later, yeah.."

*

Austin shrugs a shoulder. "I don't mind. Consider it my good deed for the day. And actually, I'm hoping the guy shows up while I'm around. I'll convince him it's in his best interest to move to Florida."

*

"Who's Maude?" Aidan lokos distinctly uncomfortable. Really, he hasn't /stopped/ looking uncomfortable since he first got here. And Owen never said anything about someone named Maude. He fidgets as he stands, scuffing the toe of one black Van into the floor, then the other.

*

"No, you're not getting a hotel," Owen says firmly to Edgar. "We'll figure it all out." Then he chuckles to Aidan and says, "Maude's the cat. She's small, and friendly." He takes a deep breath and lets it out then. "Alright," he turns and hugs Edgar tightly and presses a kiss to his cheek. "I'll take care of dinner and stuff, come by when you're done taking the thing to the cops." This apparently is addressed to both Austin and Edgar. Then he says to Aidan, "Okay, we can get out of here and head home."

*

"Yeah, I don't want that freak finding my Maudie. She's innocent in all this." So is he, technically. He looks to Austin. "Should we meet at the police station? Or I can give you a ride if you don't drive." He's still getting used to being somewhere where almost everyone drives.

*

Austin thinks a moment. "I'll follow you to Owen's place. You leave your car there then I'll drive you to your place and then the police station. No sense in taking two cars all over the city." Plus the stalker certainly knows what Edgar's car looks like and might be staking out his apartment.

*

"What the hell is going on?" Aidan mutters, mostly to Owen, but also to himself. Maybe he doesn't expect an answer? He's already feeling out of place and confused, so it doesn't take much to get him feeling like that even moreso. Still, he looks more than ready to follow Owen out and finally get the hell away from this godforsaken building.

*

"We live in the same building," Owen says, "So we're all headed to the same place." He then says to Aidan, "Sorry, Ed got some creepy mail from a fan/stalker and he and Austin are going to take it to the cops while we get you settled in back at my place." He then begins to head out, tossing some cash on the bar that more than covers all the drinks and a healthy tip. He then heads out toward the parking lot. "At least even if his car is in the same lot, he won't be in the same unit." And then he's heading out with Aidan.

*

"Maybe I should leave my car here," Edgar says. "Just overnight, til the cops can figure this out." Because surely the cops will figure it out fast, right? He finishes off his whiskey and sets the glass down on the bar. "All right, let's get this over with," he says.

*

"They're not going to solve this overnight." Austin warns Edgar. "You don't know anything about him. They'll take your story and the evidence. Insist on it being DNA tested, they probably won't want to since no crime's been committed yet. If you can offer to pay for it yourself, that might be the only way. They might send a patrol car by your apartment building more often than they used to. And until the guy actually assaults you or breaks in or something, that's all they'll do. Or can do."

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