jeanthenorthstar

[jeanthenorthstar]

100 ꜰᴀᴠᴏʀɪᴛᴇ ꜰɪʟᴍꜱ

51/100 — the rocky horror picture show | 1975

dir. jim sharman ✦

[jeanthenorthstar]

Trail of bodies. “I would never.” She would. “I have never!” She had.

Sitting back with a huff, a sip of the Negroni she’d ordered as the Patron, on the house of course. It was still a very amicable deal.

Ki? They lifted a brow, pursing their lips. But then cracked a smile and a high pitched laugh, to show a decided good nature.

“Okaaaay. Alright, fair deal.” They extended a very graceful hand to seal it.

@patrxn

An entente, how interesting.

“The permanent guest list. I’m not going to call ahead.” Obviously, they didn’t want people having an idea of when and where they could be found on certain nights. “-And I know your people know how to keep that list private.”

Discretion was what got him the trust he had in this town after all, wasn’t it? They both knew how to work it.

“…That’s it?” A light scrunch of their brow as they tapped a long nail once, twice on their lower lip in thought.

A skeptical look waiting for another part to this deal. He wasn’t going to ask them for a cut ?

[jeanthenorthstar]

An entente, how interesting.

“The permanent guest list. I’m not going to call ahead.” Obviously, they didn’t want people having an idea of when and where they could be found on certain nights. “-And I know your people know how to keep that list private.”

Discretion was what got him the trust he had in this town after all, wasn’t it? They both knew how to work it.

“…That’s it?” A light scrunch of their brow as they tapped a long nail once, twice on their lower lip in thought.

A skeptical look waiting for another part to this deal. He wasn’t going to ask them for a cut ?

“Not such an ugly face.” Kinga sniffed in defense of their own beauty, settling back in the comfortable couch with her arm against the side. They gave their hair a light toss, lifted a compact mirror to check their makeup of the face that was now entirely their own.

Then they pocketed it again.

“You did? I don’t think you did. I don’t remember.” They said simply.

But she knew how he did business, and nobody liked having their money interfered with.

“I’m not poaching any clients.” They clarified. “Just saving a few stops meeting with a few of my own.

And I was thirsty.

And I don’t like waiting in line.

Duìbùqǐ.” Forgive me. A performative pout, but mixed within a look of recognition for one they knew to be a big fish. “Patron.”

[jeanthenorthstar]

“Not such an ugly face.” Kinga sniffed in defense of their own beauty, settling back in the comfortable couch with her arm against the side. They gave their hair a light toss, lifted a compact mirror to check their makeup of the face that was now entirely their own.

Then they pocketed it again.

“You did? I don’t think you did. I don’t remember.” They said simply.

But she knew how he did business, and nobody liked having their money interfered with.

“I’m not poaching any clients.” They clarified. “Just saving a few stops meeting with a few of my own.

And I was thirsty.

And I don’t like waiting in line.

Duìbùqǐ.” Forgive me. A performative pout, but mixed within a look of recognition for one they knew to be a big fish. “Patron.”

“Thank you so much for your support Mr.—“

A serene yet sharpened look over their shoulder found the subject of their.. style tribute.

“Who, me?” A hand on their chest, straightening down their shimmering tie. They extended a hand to the chest of their suavely dressed client, “Excuse me, Sugar. You have a good night now.”

And then they shifted sideways on the couch, crossing one leg over the other to face the true Patron of the Brass Monkey.

A hand tousled through their hair so that it now fell into the defined curls and fluttered their eyes into their preferred shimmering makeup.

“What, you don’t like my outfit?”

@patrxn

[jeanthenorthstar]

“Thank you so much for your support Mr.—“

A serene yet sharpened look over their shoulder found the subject of their.. style tribute.

“Who, me?” A hand on their chest, straightening down their shimmering tie. They extended a hand to the chest of their suavely dressed client, “Excuse me, Sugar. You have a good night now.”

And then they shifted sideways on the couch, crossing one leg over the other to face the true Patron of the Brass Monkey.

A hand tousled through their hair so that it now fell into the defined curls and fluttered their eyes into their preferred shimmering makeup.

“What, you don’t like my outfit?”

@patrxn

"...Kinga."

The Patron was not concerned about interrupting the woman while she was making her deals, giving the clients that she was currently talking to a look that said get out of here.

"We talked about this." after seeing his own face out on the floor, he could only assume who the identity thief was.

@jeanthenorthstar

[jeanthenorthstar]

“Don’t swear. Just do it.” Once again they wiggled the boy’s squished kissy face like he was a puppy, and with that patted the boy’s face very sweetly.

“I mean it, young man.” A very stern finger wag. With that, the ‘Patron’ surveyed around the bar, spotting a few familiar clientele of various business and side-business.

“Hay Naku~” They swiveled in a little circle. “Jumping in here tonight. I’m going to,” The ‘Patron’ made a circular running motion with his fingers to indicate making some rounds about the place, and started off.

“Bye dollface!”

@theo-ry

A soft sigh, patting Theo’s cheek. “This puts you at three hundred, my love.” The boss side. “-And I’m not selling to you again until you have the cash or crypto.”

They pointed a well manicured fingernail, more like their own than the Patron’s, at Theo. “And don’t you cheat on my business.” A warning and also a warning.

“-Other bitches in this business, in this town, are not so nice. And they’re not gonna care,” With a simpering voice they reached to lightly squish his precious little face in their hand, pursing his lips between like a fishy.

“About this adorable sincere face. Yes?”

[jeanthenorthstar]

A soft sigh, patting Theo’s cheek. “This puts you at three hundred, my love.” The boss side. “-And I’m not selling to you again until you have the cash or crypto.”

They pointed a well manicured fingernail, more like their own than the Patron’s, at Theo. “And don’t you cheat on my business.” A warning and also a warning.

“-Other bitches in this business, in this town, are not so nice. And they’re not gonna care,” With a simpering voice they reached to lightly squish his precious little face in their hand, pursing his lips between like a fishy.

“About this adorable sincere face. Yes?”

More serious than before, Kinga’s eyes locked onto the mutant’s. All fresh faced and sweet, but what he was trying to get was business.

This was real, for Kinga. Their livelihood, wasn’t to be taken lightly.

“Okay.” They shuffled the contents of the bag from the palm of their hand to the other’s. “And Theo, if you don’t have it,” a true warning tone in their voice. “This isn’t a charity. I collect on debts.”

[jeanthenorthstar]

More serious than before, Kinga’s eyes locked onto the mutant’s. All fresh faced and sweet, but what he was trying to get was business.

This was real, for Kinga. Their livelihood, wasn’t to be taken lightly.

“Okay.” They shuffled the contents of the bag from the palm of their hand to the other’s. “And Theo, if you don’t have it,” a true warning tone in their voice. “This isn’t a charity. I collect on debts.”

The ‘Patron’ preened under the admiration, cocking his head this way and that, smoothing a hand down his sequined tie.

“Please.” They scoffed, scanning the surroundings and suddenly donning a straighter back and more calm, serious demeanor. “This way.” He nodded his head, to find a slightly more secluded part of the bar to give the kid what he was after.

“Have you been paid yet or..” They lifted a brow, the merchandise carefully concealed in the palm for their hand, reaching to take Theo’s hand.

[jeanthenorthstar]

The ‘Patron’ preened under the admiration, cocking his head this way and that, smoothing a hand down his sequined tie.

“Please.” They scoffed, scanning the surroundings and suddenly donning a straighter back and more calm, serious demeanor. “This way.” He nodded his head, to find a slightly more secluded part of the bar to give the kid what he was after.

“Have you been paid yet or..” They lifted a brow, the merchandise carefully concealed in the palm for their hand, reaching to take Theo’s hand.

Not to.. draw too much attention?

Kinga took offense.

“Young man! I am a professional.” Pah. “And I’ve been in this business for-“ Uh. “Long enough!” Huff.

And with that, they hung up the call, and “Patron” swiped a finger across his gums, and with an extra boost strutted out the door, sequined tie waving in the wind as he made his way down the street.

It only took a wave of his hand, naturally, to be let in right in front of the long line weaving around the block. People part for him as he swims through that crowd unencumbered, looking for Theo.

[jeanthenorthstar]

Not to.. draw too much attention?

Kinga took offense.

“Young man! I am a professional.” Pah. “And I’ve been in this business for-“ Uh. “Long enough!” Huff.

And with that, they hung up the call, and “Patron” swiped a finger across his gums, and with an extra boost strutted out the door, sequined tie waving in the wind as he made his way down the street.

It only took a wave of his hand, naturally, to be let in right in front of the long line weaving around the block. People part for him as he swims through that crowd unencumbered, looking for Theo.

Didn’t think he meant like that.

Ugh. Could’ve told her that to begin with. But she had this new outfit on and she wanted to take it out for a spin, so Brass Monkey it was tonight.

“Welcome to Madripoor my love.” She sighed, fixed his hair in the mirror and smirked at a job well done. “I’ll be at Brass Monkey in thirty. I’ll look like your boss but my tie is….” She frowned, looking in the mirror to decide.

“Sequin!” They declared.

[jeanthenorthstar]

Didn’t think he meant like that.

Ugh. Could’ve told her that to begin with. But she had this new outfit on and she wanted to take it out for a spin, so Brass Monkey it was tonight.

“Welcome to Madripoor my love.” She sighed, fixed his hair in the mirror and smirked at a job well done. “I’ll be at Brass Monkey in thirty. I’ll look like your boss but my tie is….” She frowned, looking in the mirror to decide.

“Sequin!” They declared.

Kinga paused, staring at the phone and pursing her lips. “Hello?” She really did have appointments later, and with the people Theo was working for she’d really rather this call wasn’t intercepted.

“….There’s nobody else in there with you right now, right?” Otherwise the deal was totally off.

[jeanthenorthstar]

Oh. My god.

“Sweetie!” Still in the Patron’s now exasperated voice. “You asked if I can get rid of him. No I can’t put him on a plane to New York.

I can get. Rid. Of. him.

And for you, I thought I just figured you wanted some of the usual, but yknow.” She took a little sniff off her pinky nail, blinking in the mirror and giving herself a smile as she perfected some of the details of the boss’ face.

“You don’t want to rack up a tab.”

Kinga paused, staring at the phone and pursing her lips. “Hello?” She really did have appointments later, and with the people Theo was working for she’d really rather this call wasn’t intercepted.

“….There’s nobody else in there with you right now, right?” Otherwise the deal was totally off.

[jeanthenorthstar]

Kinga paused, staring at the phone and pursing her lips. “Hello?” She really did have appointments later, and with the people Theo was working for she’d really rather this call wasn’t intercepted.

“….There’s nobody else in there with you right now, right?” Otherwise the deal was totally off.

“Alright, alright. I do hear that.” She pushed aside her long hair. “You know this’ll cost you.

And with friends and family discount. I don’t do this cheap.” Kinga turned herself sideways to then sit up and rise to her feet. It would be easy getting into the Brass Monkey, as long as she avoided the telepaths.

In front of the mirror she pulled at her long locks, their dark warmth changing cooler, straighter, and short. Her mini dress becoming a sleek tailored suit, and the face looking back at her in the mirror was Patron’s.

He smirked.

Into the phone, spoke, “Now that’s two deliveries, right cuteness? Something for you, something else for your uncle.

What does he look like?”

[jeanthenorthstar]

“Alright, alright. I do hear that.” She pushed aside her long hair. “You know this’ll cost you.

And with friends and family discount. I don’t do this cheap.” Kinga turned herself sideways to then sit up and rise to her feet. It would be easy getting into the Brass Monkey, as long as she avoided the telepaths.

In front of the mirror she pulled at her long locks, their dark warmth changing cooler, straighter, and short. Her mini dress becoming a sleek tailored suit, and the face looking back at her in the mirror was Patron’s.

He smirked.

Into the phone, spoke, “Now that’s two deliveries, right cuteness? Something for you, something else for your uncle.

What does he look like?”

"— hey queeeeen!" His usual upbeat mood was taking a bit of a beating tonight. The only one he could think of to call was Kinga. She was cool. Mysterious. Fun to hang around with.

"Listen, my uncle is here, like... Isn't that fucked?? He treats me like I'm still a kid and," he sighed heavily.

"I dunno.. I thought, maybe, there was something, you could, do."

@jeanthenorthstar

[jeanthenorthstar]

She listened to the whining, corners of her mouth tugging downward. “Baby I’m gonna keep it so real with you, but talk about annoying—“ She made some sort of motion with her hand. “Why are we whiiiiining? Huh?

You like proving you’re a big boy.” Tsk. “Try asking me what you want.

You want me to get rid of him?”

Or..???

"— hey queeeeen!" His usual upbeat mood was taking a bit of a beating tonight. The only one he could think of to call was Kinga. She was cool. Mysterious. Fun to hang around with.

"Listen, my uncle is here, like... Isn't that fucked?? He treats me like I'm still a kid and," he sighed heavily.

"I dunno.. I thought, maybe, there was something, you could, do."

@jeanthenorthstar

[jeanthenorthstar]

Aw family drama. Never cute. But was there something she could do about it?

“About your Uncle? Babe.” She rolled over on her bed, boredly climbing her feet up the wall. Just killing time before she’d head out and meet clients.

“He’s here like here? You can’t lose him or somethin’?”

"— hey queeeeen!" His usual upbeat mood was taking a bit of a beating tonight. The only one he could think of to call was Kinga. She was cool. Mysterious. Fun to hang around with.

"Listen, my uncle is here, like... Isn't that fucked?? He treats me like I'm still a kid and," he sighed heavily.

"I dunno.. I thought, maybe, there was something, you could, do."

@jeanthenorthstar

[jeanthenorthstar]

[text] You need to be careful here.

[text] I mean it. He’s doing work for a man called The Patron.

[text] He’s extremely connected. You need to be careful how you talk and to whom. Go in respectfully, if yanking the kid out was an option I’d’ve done it already.

[text] I can’t stay on Madripoor much longer but I can make sure there’s a plane for you when you’re ready to go.