+stankovicmilan came back through the looking glass
thelandbeyondtheglass:
Ah, he thought he tended the bar. He was somewhat thankful for that; bartender what a much more respectable position than dancer. “I-I mean, it’s not like what I’d really like to be doing,” he explained, worried that Milan might be getting a negative image of him. “It’s just until I can get a better deal.” Damn, he was rambling. He cleared his throat and took another sip of his drink. “W-what do you do, if you don’t mind me asking?”
“Well, I’m not really from around here either, so I guess it doesn’t occur for me to ask it first,” he answered with a small laugh. Then he was back to his quiet self, nodding and listening to every world. “I can understand that,” he told him at the end. He understood it a little too well, actually; it wasn’t the reason he’d left Japan, but Chicago… Chicago was a different story. He shook his head to clear the memories away.
Ryuu took interest in the other again when he talked of the town. “I suppose I can see that,” he agreed with a nod. “Eh, about me? Well…” The man pursed his lips, thinking. “I guess I am kind of nervous around people at first; it’s just the way I’ve always been. But… I moved here from Japan about 11 years ago, lived in another town before this one, and now I’m living with my best friend and his cousin.” He shrugged. “That’s about it, really.”
Milan frowned a bit. The other suddenly seem a bit nervous or unsure. “Oy. I don’t have anything against it. I get it, we do odd things for work right?” A soft smile and his voice tried to calm the other down a bit. He guessed many people mistake bartenders as bad people and they build up a wrong image because of the nightlife, but Milan doesn’t really care what people do or what they are. “I’m a Serbian singer. But I’m on a break right now because it felt like I was put down.” He started off carefully. “And of course I need to earn money here so I’m an escort. I go out with people, sort of a date. And I get paid for it. Nothing much besides that happen actually. I entertain them and fill up the empty space in their hearts I think?” The Serbian knows many people mistake an escort as a hooker. But he clearly wasn’t that. Each time people tried to go that way he turns them down politely.
The Serbian chuckled lightly as the other talked a bit more, slightly enjoying the way he talks. “Ah I see, Japan seems cool. It’s on my ‘must visit’ list.” He explained, saying must visit as if it’s a challenging thing to do. Milan continue to listen to the other as he stirred his coffee slowly. “Ah you’re lucky though. Having your best friend here and his cousin. Sounds like fun. I live not so far away from here on my own. Sometimes it can get kind of lonely, and that for an escort” He laughs silently with his own joke. “Maybe I should rend one of my colleagues. – Well. Most of the time I’m busy training my voice, playing piano, teaching myself some guitar. Most of the time I’m kind of busy. When I feel like I’m good enough I’ll probably move back to Serbia for a short time, kick off a new album and hopefully it turns out better.” Milan nods slowly, hoping he’s not talking too much again.
