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A Little Bit of Risky Business [Active]

Character(s): Wolf, Genie, anyone else who loves the rock
Content: Genie lends Wolf some of his music with a cd player
Setting: Iriela Apartments
Time: Mid Afternoon
Warnings: Really Silly

Wolf walked down the steps of the apartment complex, holding a glass of water in his hand. He just got done carrying the last pieces of furniture into his room. Sighing, he worked up quite a sweat and his muscles ached. Wolf wore his tank top and jeans with his tail let loose, but he swears if he saw a girl he’d probably would have to fetch some deodorant.

Leaning against the wall of the building, Wolf drank the cup and sighed in relief. Once he’s done getting everything else like the non-heavy stuff like clothes inside he’s pretty much done. That reminded him, that Genie guy told him he might lend him some music. He should probably hang around while he’s outside to see if he comes by. Besides, he’s gotta relax sometime. He’s has been doing a lot of moving this week, both with his place and Lottie’s home.

Wolf found a near by bench and sat in it. He stretched himself out and started hum the theme of what Virginia use to sing “We Will Sheer You”, although it was suppose to be “We Will Rock You”, but that was the only version he knew off hand.

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A large shadow cast over Wolf during his singing before a cheery voice rose from above him. “Good afternoon! I’m not interrupting anything, am I?” An angry hiss followed, the source none other than the Tamafelis by Genie’s feet. He looked down at the hair raised Lumen and scolded him. “Poncho, that’s no way to talk to friends. You’re making a terrible first impression.” Gently pushing the Lumen away from the bench Genie looked at Wolf apologetically. “I’m really sorry. He’s not usually like this. He just tends to be a bit shy.” Not to mention the felines obvious dislike of canines. Perhaps it would have been better to leave him at home after all.

“You must be Wolf.” Genie continued, keeping both a watchful eye on Poncho and strong grip on his leash. The last thing he wanted to see was the two get in some sort of heated battle. However, if Poncho continued to show aggression the genie would have to return him home. And here all he wanted to do was take him on a nice walk and allow the Lumen to befriend others. He sighed and turned his attention back Wolf. “Those rugged good looks are hard to mistake. And I can detect a Queen song from at least a twenty mile radius.”

Noticing the shadow, he smiled up at Genie. “Hey there! Nah, just resting,” Wolf responded, and then noticing the hissing lumen. When it started acting aggressive toward him, he unintentionally growled back, the fur on his tail started bristling. Wolf shook it off though, knowing it was just a feline pet, they usually act that way anyway. “Ah, well that’s ok, I am a wolf after all,” He pointed at the lumen, “It’s only instinct for them to not like me, I don’t mind it.”

Wolf gave a grin at Genie, “Anyway, yup! I’m Wolf, pleasure to meet you face to face Genie!” He was glad to meet some friendly folks like Genie around here, it was a nice break from people back home judging him to be the typical bad wolf. Plus, this guy had an excellent taste in music. Wolf chuckled at the compliment, “Thanks, I’m glad that you like the song too. It’s rare that I meet someone that have similar interests, unless they’re another wolf.”

Jabbing his thumb back up to the apartment, “I just finished carrying all the heavy stuff up at the apartment. I’m about to carry the last bit up. Care to join me? I just made some lemonade.” Wolf didn’t mind having company over right now. After all, it’ll be good to make a friend for the time being.

Wolf thankfully had not have taken offence to Poncho’s actions but Genie still could not help but feel embarrassed. Maybe it really had been a better idea to keep him at home during his outing. Although grocery shopping had gone rather swimmingly with him, almost all of the citizens had given the Lumen a pretty wide berth. The genie had found it rather intriguing, especially when the Tamafelis had been so well behaved. During most outing, particularly around other visitors, Poncho always began to act ‘shyly’. Around the cities citizens, however? The Lumen was completely unbothered. Could it have done with this ‘Light’ he had heard so much about? He looked down at the feline thoughtfully before returning his attention to Wolf.

“Oh, likewise!” he replied wearing a grin of his own. “I think we might have a lot more in common than you’d think, wolf or not.” Sharing a wink with Wolf he left him to draw to his own conclusion as to what he could have meant. “You won’t be able to shake your groove thing for a week after all the funky sounds I got to share with you wall-to-wall.” Genie danced in place, a familiar tune already in his head at the thought of the trolls Wolf had mentioned earlier. Disco dancing trolls, who would have ever guessed?

Looking around him when Wolf mentioned carrying what he could only assume to have been furniture up to his apartment he nodded. “Lemonade sounds great! I’d be delighted to join you. You don’t need any help carrying anything else up though, do you? I’d be more than happy to lend a hand.”

The scruffy man grinned in excitement about learning some of the new funky tunes Genie had to bring. Wolf waved his fingers in a dance motion when Genie shook his own groove thing. “Yea, I can’t wait for that! I’m glad you’re letting me borrow them.”

Wolf shrugged when Genie offered to help, “Oh naw I can handle it. Just a couple of bags and we’re set.” He took hold of two decently large bags, carrying one across his shoulder and the other between his arm. Nodding at Genie, “Follow me,” He said, leading Genie up the stairs into his apartment. Wolf put the bags down temporarily, and got out his keys so they could get inside.

After Wolf unlocked the door he brought in the bags to put in his room. It was decent sized apartment, good enough for one or two people to live in. He dragged the bags inside, and smiled, “I got some fresh chocolate chip cookies and lemonade, ready on the fly.” He reached into the fridge to get some of the lemonade to serve for them scratching his chin, “Oh huff puff, I need to get more meat, I’m running low.”

Genie would have insisted he carry at least one of the bags up for Wolf but it looked as though there would be little room for argument. Wolf was quick on his feet, appearing to have grabbed both bags and begun to head into the apartment in record time. Well, record time for a wolf, he supposed. Genie could have still easily snatched the bags away, however it felt rather senseless at such a point, not to mention outright rude. He looked down at Poncho briefly in thought before returning a nod to Wolf. “Alright, if you insist.”

Before he followed Wolf inside he safely teleported him back home. There was no telling what the Lumen would do inside the apartment. He had never taken Poncho into another home before. And although any furniture it could have ruined was easily replaceable, Genie still found himself with no desire to even chance it. “Don’t claw up the furniture while I’m gone.” He warned the Lumen before he vanished from sight.

Once invited inside the apartment, Genie curiously observed it from wall-to-wall, arms folded behind his back. It looked as though Wolf had kept it substantially well kept for ‘a guy’, even if he had only recently moved it. From his experience, it didn’t take very long for mans room, never mind their house itself, to get messy. He was guilty himself of this, having thrown something somewhere with the intention of putting it away later… And never doing so. Speaking of putting things down, he wasn’t quite sure where to put the albums he had been carrying. True, the genie may have appeared as though he had walked into the apartment empty handed but hidden away (perhaps under his haramaki somehow?) he had brought with him more music than any disc jockey could ever dream of owning.

Holding out his vinyl copy of ‘Queen: Greatest Hits’ he went to turn it on while Wolf rummaged in the fridge. However, Genie was quickly met with confusion. Nothing as far as he could tell looked even remotely close to a record player. He scratched his head and looked at the album cover. Hm, maybe records were a little outdated. Perhaps Wolf had an 8-track player? No, wait. Those hadn’t had died out in the seventies. A cassette or CD player would be more appropriate. Yeah, maybe he had one of those kicking around? He went to Wolf’s side, holding up his vinyl questioningly before he found himself met with another problem.

He blinked numerous times at Wolf, almost as though he hadn’t heard what the man had said before he lowered the album. “Oh, you’re a fan of Meat Loaf? I never knew! Michael- or should I say Marvin- Lee Aday is just fantastic and I don’t just mean his music. You can’t forget about all the television and movie appearances he’s made too. This is so typical of me, loving his most notable stuff, but he really was great in ‘The Rocky Horror Picture Show’. And his album trilogy! Don’t even get me started about that! I can’t think of many other trilogy’s quite like ‘Bat Out of-‘” Pausing, he suddenly realized he hadn’t heard the man quite as well as he thought he had. “... You didn’t say Meat Loaf, did you?”

Wolf’s apartment will eventually get it’s beat down over time, but for now it is pretty average looking. He glanced up at Genie when he started mentioning ‘Meat Loaf’, although he never heard of a food dish singing before. Maybe that’s just the guy’s nickname? But who would want to name themselves after food? Wolf blinked, holding the jug of lemonade, and shook his head, “No... I… I meant actual meat… I don’t even know that there was a guy named Meat Loaf.”

All the while Wolf was talking he poured the lemonade into two cups for him and Genie. He gave Genie his share and held his own cup, putting the Lemonade back in the fridge. Wolf noticed the vinyl copy of the ‘Queen: Greatest Hits’, he smiled and pointed to it, “Oh! Is that the band that sang ‘We Will Rock You’?”

Already excited, Wolf’s tail wagged at the thought of hearing the song again and rocking out to it. That will remind him of the good times he shared with Virginia after all, and boy was it a great song! He can’t wait to hear it.

He really did have a habit of rambling. Genie buried his face in his hand in embarrassment before he shared an apologetic smile with Wolf. “Oh. Sorry about that! Good thing we caught that early on, I could have gone on forever. But, yes, he’s Meat Loaf Aday. There are a ton of stories behind the name, all of which are true to my knowledge, but I’m sure it was his father that called him Meat Loaf first. It’s not like it’s a bad name, I’ve heard far worse, but I’m glad I’m not him. I’d be hungry every time I heard my name. Not to mention the eerie feeling of seeing you’d get after seeing your name on the menu in a restaurant. Oooo! I’m getting goose bumps just thinking about it!” Genie literally shook to shake the feeling off.

Graciously he accepted the lemonade Wolf offered him and raised his glass, as though to silently toast him, before he went to take a sip. However, before a single drop could even touch his tongue he was forced to pull the glass away from his lips when he found Wolf pointing to the album in his hand. “Yes, this is their greatest, actually. They’re called Queen. They’re a British rock band originally formed in London back in ninety seventy one. They’re one of the most successful bands of all time! Freddie Mercury’s powerful four-octave range vocals will simply blow you away. You gotta hear it to believe it!” This reminded him of his original question. “Speaking of which, you don’t have anything to listen to it with, do you?” Genie placed his glass down and took a second glance around the room, scratching his chin thoughtfully. “No matter, we can take care of that.”

With only a simple snap of his fingers, a Phonograph appeared before Wolf’s eyes on the table nearest to them. Genie carefully slid the vinyl out of its sleeve and blew the dust from it. “Heh, I haven’t listened to this one for longer than I thought!” he commented while he placed it down and adjusted the needle over it. “Now let’s see, I know it’s near the end of the album…” Running his finger down the back of the sleeve over he stopped to tap on it. “Ah, here it is! Track number sixteen. Twiddling fingers over the Phonograph’s crank in anticipation he quickly turned it. What started as just stomping escaping the Phonograph’s horn was soon followed by chanting.

Wolf watched in excitement as Genie summoned a phonograph so he can put the vinyl record in. He smiled when he heard that familiar stomping noise. Wolf started nodding his head to the beat and started imitating stomping and clapping himself. Eventually he started to sing a long to the song “WE WILL, WE WILL-ROCK YOU!”

That’s when Wolf started to hear the guitar solo come in, he began imitated by playing it along with his hands. He didn’t know it, but he was totally doing air guitar to the music. He nodded his head and howled, “AWWWWOOOO! This is great Genie! I like this rock and roll music!”

Wolf twirled around with his air guitar and continued to dance to the beat. His tail all the while wagging to the Queen’s music, “Aw huff puff, I wish I had music like this back where I came from! Virginia is so lucky!”

One never could resist the temptation to place the almighty air guitar. Even Genie could not help but give into the music. He however had chosen to take on the part of the vocals, silently mouthing along to the following song it led into. True, the genie was a master of imitation and illusion, but by no means could he ever replicate the voice of Freddie Mercury. Instead he displayed the same highly theatrical style that the musician took on during his time on the stage, as well as one of his rather unusual outfits. He held one of Mercury’s trademark bottomless microphone stands firmly in his grasp while he anchor back to allow for dramatic effect while he pretended to hold a long strong note.

Turning to look at Wolf he laughed. It looked as though he was not the only one who had allowed himself to get into the music. A grin spread across his face at Wolf’s words. “It’s hard not to.” He replied, admitting his own guilty pleasure. “And I there’s even more of where this came from. This is just the start!”

Wolf kneeled to the ground really getting into the music with the air guitar. When the song was done he jumped up and grinned in glee. “Oh! There’s more? Wonderful!” He really did looked like a bouncy happy puppy with his tail wagging and everything. His fists up in anticipation, “Huff puff, I never been so pumped up about music before! I can’t wait to hear what other songs are next!”

Glancing over to the album, Wolf picked it up to see some of the songs listed. He smiled, “Which one do you recommend? I’d like something we can really rock out to.” How he wished Virginia were here with him. They would have so much fun with this. Not only that, but then he can show off his crazy dance moves.

“Grrf, I really like the way this guy plays the guitar,” He pointed to Brian May holding the guitar. Thinking that type of serenade would really swing with a girl. At least, he hopes so anyway.

“Oh, I could ‘rock and roll all nite’ with you, brother.” Genie replied in amusement. It was not one word of a lie either. He was undoubtedly enjoying himself, just as he noted Wolf was. The man’s ability to keep up with him made it all the fun. By their energy alone it looked as though they really could make like KISS and rock all night. The only question was, would rock ‘n roll let them go by the end of it all?

He joined Wolf and looked over the album thoughtfully. At the mention of the guitarist, he followed Wolf’s finger to the man’s picture. “Brian May?” Genie asked. “Yeah, he’s a cool guy. You know, that guitar he’s holding, the Red Special, he designed when he was only sixteen years old. It was built with wood from an eighteenth century fireplace. That’s not even the coolest part though. See, not only does he use his home-made guitar he actually uses coins, especially sixpences, instead of plastic guitar picks. He says the rigidity gives him more control in playing. That’s why he’s known to carry coins in his pockets!”

“Bohemian Rhapsody has got to be their biggest hit. It has the style of a stream-of-consciousness nightmare that has an unusual song structure, more akin to a classical rhapsody.” Returning to the phonograph, Genie carefully adjusted the needle and set the record to the first track. “It has no chorus and instead consists of three main parts including a ballad segment, an operatic passage, and a heavy rock solo. It’s usually described as a rock opera piece. You’ll have to wait a bit for the guitar to come in. The song itself is about six minutes long though.”

Wolf looked at Brian May’s Red Special guitar, and admired the way it looked. By Genie’s description of the instrument it was a real beauty. A wide grin danced across Wolf’s face as he breathed, “Cripes… What an artist.” He really hopes that one day to own something like that, or perhaps make one, just like Brian May did. Wolf scratched the back of his neck, “I wish I had talent like that, amazing.”

Gently, the scruffy man put the album down on the table and unconsciously air guitared to the music. He nodded his head to the beat and grinned at the mention of Bohemian Rhapsody, “Aw huff puff, you sure do know great music Genie!”

Suddenly, Wolf got an epiphany and then bounced on his heels, “We should start a band! You and me, we’d be awesome!” He then tilted his head, “Of course… I would probably have learn how to play guitar first, but wouldn’t it be great?!”

One didn’t have to be over sixty thousand years old to truly appreciate the outstanding sound and adroit line-up that made Queen. Although, he supposed it did help in certain aspects. He smiled at Wolf and shrugged modestly. “Oh, I only really know the hits and big names. I’m sure you could find a Rolling Stone Magazine just as useful. They’ve got the top singers, guitarists, albums, everything and anything you could think of listed in them. Unfortunately they don’t sell them here but I do have a subscription. If you’d like, I could always let you borrow issues. I have way too many as it is. I’m thinking I make a collage out of them at some point but…” But he was rambling again. Oops. Genie quickly turned his attention back to Wolf and smiled apologetically.

At Wolf’s idea of starting a band, the genie raised his brows with interest. “Intriguing.” He said, stroking his chin in thought. “We’ll need costumes. Bright, flashy, fabulous costumes! And smoke, and fire, and high heeled boots!” The idea excited him. Poor Wolf had probably gotten himself in deeper than he had imagined. “I can see it now! We’ll post auditions at the local supermarket – not that we can’t be a two man band. There are plenty out there! The White Stripes, the Black Keys, Flight of the Concords...”

Wolf smiled, “You think so? We definitely would make an excellent team!” He tried to think of what names they could possibly come up, or what outfits would deem appropriate. Patting his finger to his chin he stood in thought. If they had a band, who would write the lyrics, and someone would have to be the singer too.

Pointing to Genie, the scruffy man shouted, “We will be the best rock band in the universe! AWWWOOOO!! I think we should be called something that relates to the both of us!” Wolf scrambled over to the table to take out a pen and paper. He started scribbling down some ideas. Already he started to think of names, ‘Wolves from the Lamp’, ‘Moonlight Magic’, the list was going on. “We should have a name! Do you have any ideas? Should I be guitarist and you will be the singer? Who should write lyrics?”

Bouncing in his seat, “Oh huff puff, we’ll be loved by the public, I just know it! Of course… we probably won’t be as good as Queen, but it’s worth a shot.” His tail wagging, already anticipating the excitement, should earn a good reputation for him as well. He smiled, and gave the pad of paper and pen to Genie. “Here's some of my ideas for the name, do you have any ideas as well?"

“I think we can collaborate on that bit.” Genie replied, looking over Wolf’s shoulder to look at the names he had jot down. “The lyrics might come to us while we write the music. I’m no lyricist myself but I’m sure together we can think of something. Besides, it’s all for fun!” He stopped to point at one of the names Wolf had written down. “Oh, that’s a good one! I like ‘Moonlight Magic’. It’s novel, peculiar, and totally gnarly, dude! ” With that, the genie held up his hand and made a gesture which symbolized ‘love’ by extending his thumb, index finger, and little finger while the middle and ring finger touch his palm. He nodded along, as though there were a song in his head.

“I already have some costume designs in mind. We’ll use face paint, elaborate colours, and how do you feel about sequins? Just a little. Is it too much? Because we can always tone it down and use glitter instead.” In what world glitter was a down from sequins was unknown but Genie undoubtedly had his heart set on making them sparkle. “Do you like a tight fit or a loose fit? When it comes to your clothes, I mean. We can’t have you feeling uncomfortable in your outfit, especially when you’ll be spending so much time wearing it.”

Accepting the pen and paper pad from Wolf he began to draw down his own costume designs as well as face paint patterns. Some looked rather absurd, one consisting of an actual peacock’s tail as the tail of one of the costume jackets. Most began with a simple suit base, embellish with jewellery and other accessories. He looked up at Wolf, curious on his take on what he made of his drawings.

Wolf thought the name “Moonlight Magic” would describe them perfectly. He grinned that Genie liked it, and started imagine the name being announced for the crowd. Already he wanted it to sound like a huge hit. Wolf tried to imitate the little heart symbol with his own hands. He nodded with a chuckle.

A smirk danced across his face, as he looked at the designs. “Whoa, these are amazing!” and then he scratched his cheek, “Though I don’t think I’d look good with make up. Actually, do you think I even need it?” Wolf tried to make a face, imagining what he’d look like with some on. He’d always imagine they’re something girls should wear only. Although, maybe he’d look cool with eyeliner, but he never tried, so he wouldn’t know.

The elaborate outfits, the sparkly designs, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Would people take us seriously?” Wolf laughed, “Although I think we’d look great in those leather jackets! Or wait-perhaps a sorta, bad boy gambler-gangster look.” Wolf started to imagine a sort of grunge look, kinda dark, but still has those pinstripes. He grinned, his tail wagging, he would love it.

Genie shook his head and fixed Wolf’s heart symbol before using a string of others; ‘loser’, Shaka sign, ‘telephone’, ‘air quotes’, ‘jazz hands’, and his favourite, the Vulcan salute. Surly he could have demonstrated more but if that were the case the genie could have spent the entire day there before he got to two-handed gestures, then gestures with other body parts.

At Wolf’s comment regarding stage makeup Genie gasped. However, his shock quickly changed to amusement, proving that he had by no means been offended by his reject idea. Had he heard what Wolf had thought concerning girls and make up however he would have likely had quite a bit to say. Thankfully Wolf had managed to keep that thought to himself. “Of course you’d look good with makeup!” He replied. “The whole point of makeup is to make you look good. All the greats have done it – well, not all of them but a lot of them. Don’t worry. You don’t have to wear any if you don’t want to.” He grinned and winked at the man. “I know you want to keep the whole rugged and ‘macho’ look.”

“Gangster look?” he repeated, almost appalled. “Don’t tell me you want to walk around on stage with your pants falling off. Then no one would take us seriously.” He shook his head. “It’s not fashionable in the slightest.”

“Awwwoo? You think?” There was a beat, Wolf kept trying to imagine himself in make up, all he could think of was some kind of ridiculous drag queen look that went along with it. He winced and nodded when Genie suggested he could just keep the rugged man look. “Yea, with make up? I don’t think it could be done right with me, I think I’m too...” Wolf scratched the back of his neck, “Masculine.”

Wolf lifted his eyebrow, pouted a bit and folded his arms. “Pants falling off? Why would my pants fall off? That type of outfit usually has tight fitting pants, with pinstripes don't you think? That’s what all the gamblers wore in Kissing Town. Clean cut stripped suits, like a gangster would typically wear I think. They also smoked cigars, but I don’t do that. Grrrf, bad for the lungs.” He thought it could be fashionable. Yet again, Wolf’s idea of dressing up is almost always with a suit and looking clean cut. The girls certainly seemed to like it.

“Ooooh, you mean those kinds of gangsters.” The genie gave a sigh of relief. “I thought we were talking the new age sort of gangsters. It’s best we not get into that, though. I don’t know much about this ‘Kissing Town’ but you got me thinking nineteen forties, New York, gangsters. You know, the whole ‘Guys and Dolls’ theme with the chequered coats, loaded dice, and a rocking boat – well, maybe not so much the boat. But you get the idea. And don’t worry! We don’t need cigars to pull the look off. I appreciate a healthy pair of lungs myself.”

He turned the page of his paper pad and hummed. “Throw some colours at me! What are you feeling? We got our basic pinstripes but why stop there? There are so many combinations – masculine combinations - we could try. Oh, and we can’t forget about accessories either. Nothing too crazy, we’ll keep it moderately simple. Keep it light, keep it bright, keep it… Appropriate for the children. Also, what are your thoughts on hats? Do you do hats?”

Wolf nodded, with a smile, “Oh, I like dark colors. I’m partial to red and black myself, those look really good on me.” He nodded, thinking of the usual outfits he would wear, they usually were dark. That was his style though, and he’s sticking to it. Wolf glanced at some of Genie’s drawings in interest. Hats, and accessories, he’ll have to ponder on this.

“Well let’s see…” The scruffy man, tapped one of the pencils across his bottom lip, and chewed on it absentmindedly in thought. He then lifted the pencil in an “Ah-HA!” and wheeled around in the chair for his idea. Then with a wide grin, “Fedoras. We’d look great with striped ties and fedoras! Girls like the sharp dressed look, so it’s perfect!”

"Red and black." Genie repeated to himself and wrote the two colours down. They weren't particularly exciting colours but he knew he could make them work. "That's easy; we can just raid Jafar's closet." he joked. To his knowledge, all that mans wardrobe appeared to consist of were those two colours. Of course. Wolf probably had no idea who Jafar was but Genie had to admit he preferred it that way. The sorcerer was wicked and capable of causing more trouble than he was sure he could handle, especially with the other villains there. The fashion horrors were almost too painful. Genie dreaded the thought of Jafar encouraging the others to wear out-of-date shoulder pads. Paixao would be doomed to live in the eighties forever. Shoulder pads may have been a defining fashion statement of the era, and a part of 'power dressing', but certainly not in this one. Where they had once bestowed the perception of status and position onto those who wore them they now granted foolishness and remarkable clothing hangers. If Jafar were to stand beside a door, those who passed through would likely hang their jackets on his shoulders.

The genie had not realized how far his thoughts had wandered until Wolf's excitement brought his back. He watched the man wheel around his chair, head crooked to the side while a brow raised itself in interest. "Fedoras?" Genie repeated. There was a beat before a smile cracked across his lips. "Fedoras!" he cried, sharing the same enthusiasm at Wolf. "BRILLIANT! I'll send it to my men who will talk to my people who will talk to their people and then their people's people!"

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