more bob dylan; STORM FRONT part 1

[somerset]

where: in the city / when: at night / what: too much rain.

" some people feel the rain
other people just get wet. "

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[artiste]

As if sensing the change in the other man's demeanour Jez casts an amused sideways glance at Archie and laughs huffily.

"I'm looking for somebody," he explains briefly before returning his gaze to examine the compass with a brief frown. He looks up, following the line of the arrow in to the murky darkness of the road but seems unimpressed with the results as he snaps the device shut again.

"That storm you were chattin' about earlier? You're right. Definitely bad news." Jez casts his eyes up to the heavens; despite his scoffing words earlier he's really just as worried about it as anyone else. "And yet... probably the least of our worries."

Bad things are on the horizon, Jez knows this for a fact, but he purses his lips against saying anything further and lets his words hang in the storm-pressed air between them.

[drinkportsmouthdry]

Archie doesn't want to know what kind of bad thing it takes to worry a man like Jez.

"Time to get out of the rain then," he says, as lightly as he can. There's a club he works near the massage parlour, favoured by gang boys and bosses. Maybe it's time to look for inside work of a more reliable nature.

[artiste]

"Good plan." Jez pockets the compass again and deftly zips up the panels of the leather jacket against a fresh side-sweeping gust of wind that brings rain in to the little alcove. With a vague frown he pauses before stepping out to cast a long, heavy look at the other man.

"Watch yourself. It's not gonna be a normal storm."

[drinkportsmouthdry]

Archie casts a nervous glance at the sky.

"I will. Thanks for the, uh, advice."

[artiste]

Jez laughs - a rather attractive laugh, by all regards, except for the fact that there was absolutely nothing funny about the situation whatsoever.

"Don't thank me. It wasn't free advice."

People don't get something for nothing. He pauses to turn up the collar of his jacket against the rain that suddenly floods him from above; soon, he's blinking and spitting rainwater as he backs away from the other man, grinning as he adds,

"You can pay me back for it one day, yeah?"

[drinkportsmouthdry]

Archie shakes his head. He knows only one way to pay to his debts.

"Make it soon, darling," he says, brushing the spray of fresh rainwater from his face. "I don't like owing."

[artiste]

"Yeah, maybe." He spreads his arms wide, heedless of the pouring rain that's now streaking that precious battered leather jacket of his as he throws his head back with a renewed grin.

"I'll let you know."

And with that he's gone, splashing through the streets towards the dark recesses of the street in the direction the compass had indicated - back to his twin, sinking to with the shadows and laughing to himself the whole way.