#and all that while glowing like gay neon disco ball

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Mayuri holding the Gotei 13 together and being once again the reason they haven't lost this war already

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A Made Man

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A/N: These kinds of chapters are harder to write than you’d think! But very fun. Everyone is an idiot and I love them all. Enjoy the bowling.

Chapter 33.

"Lowest score…" Bianca muses, leaning over in her plastic chair as she ties her red and blue bowling shoes. "Has to sing karaoke."

"What?" I scoff without even looking back at her while I work to enter everyone's names for the scoreboard.

"Where the hell do you think you're singing karaoke tonight?" Noble wonders.

"At a gay bar called Mary's over on Waverly--"

"Whoa, wait a minute." I turn in my seat to hold out one hand while Vinny lets out a loud laugh beside me.

Bianca manages a pleading grin. "Come on."

"We're not going to a gay bar, Belle."

She opens her mouth as if she's never been so let down. "Why not? They’re fun. Haven't you always wanted to?"

With a shake of my head, I have to laugh down at the screen where I'm typing. "Not particularly."

"Hey, I'm down," Vinny offers. "Plus, I'm gonna win anyway so I need to see Reagan on that mic."

Tilting my head, I narrow my gaze at him. "Oh, you're down? Give me a break."

"What?" He shrugs. "A bar is a bar. You're telling me you're all uptight about it?"

"I'm not uptight," I insist.

"I can almost guarantee we wouldn't see anyone we know there." Bianca points out as she gets to her feet. "Nick, didn't you say we've gotta keep a low profile? It's perfect."

"Karaoke at a gay bar is the opposite of a low profile," he argues.

"Not when we're talking about the kinda people who may know us."

With folded arms, Noble shifts his gaze to me. I simply meet it with this look of resigned acceptance because whatever, it's Bianca's trip here and there's no use trying to keep a firm grip on what happens tonight. She'll just fight it even harder.

He moves away to the ball return and glances over at her. "How gay are we talking here?"

"Oh please!" She scoffs with a laugh. "Since when do you care? Although…" Then she pauses and points a look and an arched eyebrow at me.

I turn my head, confused. "What?"

"Jamie will be like shark bait over there, so just be prepared."

Noble spreads his hands. "You think I don't know that?"

"Wait, what does that mean?"

"The crowd there--" Then she waves her hand in front of me. "Will just… be a fan."

Pointing to myself, I shake my head. "Oh I'm not singing."

"Not a fan of your singing, Jamie." She clarifies. "Don't play dumb."

I check with Noble because I still don't get it.

"Because you're hot, dude," he informs me. "That's all."

"Oh." My gaze shifts as I consider it. Then I stand, making a point to broaden my chest as I offer my boyfriend a smile. "We should go then, man."

With a start, Noble juts out a fist into my arm. "Little shit."

Chuckling, I return the jab at his shoulder and pivot away.

"Whoa." Vinny looks to Bianca with an insulted pull of his brows. "You saying the crowd won't be a fan of me?"

I watch the way she smirks as she turns to him. "Depends on how good of a singer you are, I guess."

"Oh I won't need to sing," he remarks, gesturing up above to the scoreboard with our names. "Because according to that, I'm gonna be on top."

She plants her hands on her hips and blinks up at the screen. "I don't know how that'll work when I'll be the one on top tonight."

"Ayee--" Vinny blows out an amused, weary groan and turns away to Bianca's giggles.

"I feel like you guys aren't talking about bowling," Noble ponders.

Vinny points to her. "Hey, I don't know about this one. Your sister told me to keep myself in check. But--”

"Well listen," Noble cuts in. "That's a bullshit bet, Belle. Because you'll sing karaoke regardless."

"Lowest score has to sing,” she amends. “Winner gets to pick the song.”

"Alright, can we play?" I cut in, heading for my ball to take the first turn.

Noble slants a knowing smile at me. "Look who wants to get to the bar to see how popular he is with the West Village crowd."

"Excuse me," I tease, reaching across where my fingers grip the bright red ball I had picked on the way over. I lift it out of the rack, and with a subtle grunt, make a show of straining my biceps as if I'm using the ball for a set of curls.  

"Don't hurt yourself," Noble quips.

I meet his teasing gaze. "My name's first and I'd like to get this game started."

"Do we all agree on the bet?" Bianca calls out.

"Yes, it's a bet," I concede, along with everyone else's acquiescence.

"Alright, let's see it, Reagan," Vinny decides. "Make the Twelfth look good."

Positioned behind the lane, I turn to hold out one arm and look at him. "I do that everyday, man."

"Oh jeez," Vinny groans. "He's in rare form tonight."

Amused by his heckling, I fix my focus on the lane's target arrows, take my approach and send the ball down the lane. I watch it charge towards the pins where it crashes against them, toppling over all but four.

"That's alright," Noble calls out, offering an unnecessarily loud clap of his hands. "You looked cute, at least. And that's important."

Backtracking to retrieve my ball, I shake my head at him to resist a smile. "You're gonna regret that kinda talk this early in the game," I warn him.

He fakes this clueless look. "I'm being supportive."

Firmly grasping my ball once more, I position myself to take the spare. With a few solid steps, I send the ball hurtling down the lane once again before it misses the remaining pins completely and disappears behind the pin deck.

With a hard smack of my palms, I turn away, clenching my fist in frustration only to laugh at myself. "The first frame's a throwaway turn," I insist to Vinny who's cracking up at me.

"Man, look at that," Noble muses. "Right through that empty space. If the object were to throw it in the exact same place you threw the first one, this would be your game."

I come closer to him. "Watch it."

"But on the second turn," he goes on, the corner of his lips quirking when he looks at me. "You wanna aim for the ones you missed the first time."

"Ohh…" I lift my chin to play along. "I see."

"Damn Reagan," Vinny shouts. "What if those pins had been an armed perp?"

"Well the next time we take out a perp with a bowling ball, I'll let you aim."

"Shake it off," Noble offers as he takes his orange ball to the approach for his turn.

He lines up, steps to the foul line as he swings his arm and fires the ball down the lane. It's a swift defeat of all ten pins.

"Nice," Vinny approves.

Noble turns, pumping a flexed arm at his side, then points up at the screen above to note the giant X celebrating his strike. "See you're supposed to knock them all down. Rather than just… six--”

"Go get me another damn drink," I instruct him.

He sets an amused smirk on me and I don't miss the flash of his eyes, the twitch of satisfaction at his cheek. "I can do that for you." Leaving me with a slap on the back, he passes by and heads to the bar.

"Okay, me!" Bianca announces as she hops up to grab her neon purple ball. After a little hesitation deciding her approach, she flings the ball forward where it arcs across the lane.

"No, you dumb fuck!" She shouts, crouching down to watch it dump right into the gutter there at the end.

Both Vinny and I sputter a laugh, more for her performance than her gutter ball. I'm just glad the kids birthday party that was here earlier had made its way out and the bowling alley had shifted to service only the late night adult idiots like us.

Bianca finishes off her turn with an exasperated groan over another gutter ball she barely even tried to throw straight.

"First frame's a throwaway, right?" She reminds us.

"There you go." Vinny takes his place for a turn. "I'm not gonna lie. I haven't bowled since I was like ten, so--"

"Oh now with the excuses," Bianca teases. "What happened to being on top?"

"I thought that was you," he calls back, slanting a smile her way over his shoulder.

"I don't know," she laughs, peering up at the scoreboard. "It's not looking good for me."

He pulls back as he takes his steps, releases the ball with a forceful swing and it barrels right into the sweet spot to send down every single pin.

"Goddammit." I mutter the curse.

Vinny turns with a firm clench of one arm. "Ha! You see that?"

"Haven't bowled since I was ten," I mimic him, shaking my head.

He spreads his arms like he doesn't have an explanation. "I guess some people know exactly where to hit it, Reagan." As he passes by, he grips my shoulders hard and pats me there before he moves back to his chair beside Bianca.

"Really?" I arch a critical brow at him and his smug face. "That's not what I've heard."

"Listen, six," he retorts, pointing his beer bottle at me. “One day you’ll get there.”

Noble returns with a new drink for me while he takes a look at the score and gives Vinny a nod of approval. "Oh nice."

"You like that, Nick?"

Downing some of my cocktail with a hard swallow, I decide, “Okay, I’m playing for real.” Then I set the cup on the table and move to get my ball for another turn.

Taking an extra moment to set my focus down the lane, my steps carry me forward and with a perfectly controlled swoop of my arm, I propel the ball down the center.

It crashes all ten pins down for a strike.

"There he is!" Noble shouts. “Coming alive in the second frame.”

Just as my X spins across the screen in animated graphics, the bowling alley darkens to a neon glow, eliciting a lively howl of approval from the surrounding lanes. Black lights make the pins purple, the retro designs along the wall shine in greens and pinks and disco strobes cut across the floor. The opening beat of Need You Tonight by INXS thuds the speakers surrounding us.

“Oh, it’s a game now,” Vinny announces.

And for a while, it’s anybody’s to win. Noble keeps his lead for a few frames until I catch up. It shakes his confidence and he has an off couple of turns. Meanwhile, Vinny’s initial strike proves to be a fluke when he bombs pretty much every subsequent frame.

Halfway through the game, I have to laugh at the scoreboard. “This is looking bleak, partner,” I inform him when his score hasn’t gone anywhere and Bianca trails behind him by merely two points. “What happened to knowing where to hit it?”

From his seat, Vinny hangs his head in his hands, his shoulders shaking with his amusement. “Maybe bowling’s not my game,” he decides.

I step up and grip my ball. “Bella, I need you to take him down,” I tell her. “Because I’ve always wanted to hear him sing and I need to decide on the perfect song.”

“Yes!” Bianca drags out the approval, then taps her fist on Vinny’s knee. “I’m excited.”

“I’m terrible, but you’re worse,” he admits, pointing his thumb to her shoulder and she turns her face to crack up there. “So I’m safe so long as you keep throwing them in the gutter.”

"I have a strategy!" She insists.

“Oh yeah?” He laughs. "How’s that working out for you?” But then they both seem to turn their attention to the fact that the deejay just started playing Michael Jackson’s PYT and the two of them just wind up dancing in their seats.

I shake my head, amused and move over to take my turn. This time I knock down eight, but follow it up with the spare which puts me ahead of Noble.

When I back up to look at the score, I push my fist against Noble’s shoulder and dig my teeth into my lower lip in satisfaction. “Tell me it hurts just a little bit,” I say, then gesture to my chest. “I need to hear it.”

In the pink and violet lights, he grins at me and it’s damn attractive. “I bet you do need to hear it.”

My gaze follows him as he comes closer. We’ve never really been out with a group, as a couple and there’s still some uncertainty between us when it comes to how much we’re allowed to act like it.

I tilt my face down as he leans into my ear and murmurs, “You look really fucking cute tonight and I love you and I just needed you to know that.” Then he eases away, scratching the back of his head and adds, “And it hurts a little bit” as he gets ready for his turn.

Lifting my gaze to him, I thankful for the dim lights because I can feel the color in my cheeks when I shoot him a wordless look and press my lips together. Goddamn, he so easily prompts this heat that dips in heavy loops inside me that I still never anticipate.  

“Don’t get used to that lead, though,” he says, pointing up to the score as he heads for his ball.

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Hyperallergic: A Floating Noise and Drag Club Celebrates San Francisco’s Lost Underground

La Sucias performing aboard the Noise Club (all images courtesy of Robert Divers Herrick)

SAN FRANCISCO  — As a huddle of adventurous art-seekers stood at the edge of the San Francisco Bay under the first full moon of 2017, a glimpse of purple neon appeared in the darkness ahead. A small white yacht twinkling with lights — the Noise Club — came into focus, and a booming voice called out from the water: “Come aboard!” We shuffled across a bridge of floating platforms, adjusting to the soft swells of the sea as we unmoored ourselves from the comforts and constraints of the city. We were about to embark on Attention! We’ve moved., a night of noise music and drag performance on the ocean concocted by Oakland artist Constance Hockaday and San Francisco experimental art space The Lab, in conjunction with — and conceived as a subtle resistance to — the first Untitled art fair in San Francisco.

Once aboard The Empress of Sausalito, attendees sipped complimentary cocktails and sat on leather couches circling a carpeted dance floor lit up by a rainbow disco ball. A MacBook glowed atop a short Corinthian pillar playing dancehall. The atmosphere was a bit campy, not unlike that of a high school dance or a wedding reception, which seemed to increase our distance from the shore.

A view of the Bay Bridge from aboard the Noise Club

The night would prove delightfully surreal throughout, featuring the explosive feminist noise reggaeton of La Sucias, the eerie percussive summonings of Voicehandler, the kitschy electro-drag of Kevin Blechdom, and a sculptural synth ritual from MSHR. But first, host Dynasty Handbag (the drag persona of artist Jibz Cameron) took the stage in an awkwardly draped leotard, blazer, and wide-brimmed hat. “We’re gonna have some noise bands, which just means garbage music by failed artists probably from Portland,” she began, grotesquely rubbing her belly. “I know you’re wondering: Am I gonna make some gentrification jokes? No, because it’s all over. Nothing matters.”

Dynasty Handbag (Jibz Cameron) hosting a night aboard the Noise Club

With that, the boat set sail.

Meanwhile, at Pier 70 in San Francisco’s long-industrial Dogpatch neighborhood, art collectors milled through a maze of white walls erected inside an ancient warehouse to celebrate the VIP opening night of UNTITLED. The fair is the latest development that contributed to the New York Times deeming the Dogpatch “America’s Next Great Art Neighborhood” earlier this month. The piece mentions many galleries housed inside the newish art complex Minnesota Street Projects but pays no tribute to the rowdy history of underground performance and artmaking that took place in the Dogpatch long before the area became desirable. Warehouses there were the testing grounds where storied mechanical performance-art pioneers Survival Research Labs reverse-engineered robots to blow each other up; unsanctioned venues such as Tire Beach hosted punk bands, costumed noisemakers, and the like; while vagrants formed floating shantytowns on the water.

Neon purple lights setting the mood aboard the Noise Club

All that character has gradually disappeared, along with much of San Francisco’s legendary underground, as the city continues its metamorphosis into a playground for the wealthy. And many in the local art scene who align with a DIY ethos see the new outpost of the Miami Art Basel art fair staple as yet another symptom of that change.

That’s why, when asked to contribute a booth to the fair, The Lab director Dena Beard said she would do so only if she could invoke echoes of San Francisco’s underground while paying artists who wouldn’t otherwise be invited. “I said, ‘Instead of a booth, can we have a boat?’” Beard told me. “‘And on that boat, can we have everything that’s cool and wonderful that has been exiled from San Francisco because of gentrification and the transformation of the city because of the market?’”

Hockaday was a clear choice for the project, being the local captain of everything “nautically naughty,” as Beard put it. The artist’s past work includes All These Darlings and Now Us (2014), a peepshow aboard sailboats in the bay featuring performers from shuttered San Francisco worker-owned strip club Lusty Lady and famous Latino gay bar Esta Noche. The idea: If there’s no space left for queers and sex workers on land, let’s take to the water.

Kevin Blechdom (Kristin Erickson) performing aboard the Noise Club

For Attention! We’ve moved., Hockaday curated a lineup meant to ensure that the spirit of Pier 70’s past endures — with a queer and feminist spin. Most of the performers were people who once lived in the Bay Area but have since relocated, and nearly all of them recently lost friends in the tragic Ghost Ship fire in Oakland. On the VIP night I attended — for which tickets were $160 — there was also an unspoken promise that two disparate ends of the art world would converge in uncharted waters at a time when the question of whose art is valued by patrons feels especially relevant.

To some degree, that ploy worked.

MSHR was first to play, masterfully manipulating analog synthesizers to produce light audio feedback by wielding colored bulbs and laser-cut Plexiglas sculptures that resembled circuit boards. It sounded — and felt — like a spaceship exploding amid a relentless barrage of laser attacks.

MSHR performing aboard the Noise Club

Afterward, I met a group of blazer-clad men standing by the bar. One, a venture-capitalist, told me that his friend had misinformed him about the event. “All he told me was that it was part of the art fair and that it was on a yacht,” he said, swiping a message on his Apple Watch. “This was not what I expected, but that was actually really cool.”

Ultimately, Hockaday’s intentions are not to trick her audience, but to instill a new sense of possibility. Framed as a form of resistance to gentrification and the UNTITLED art fair, the project is imperfect. But Hockaday’s inventions can be more accurately thought of as experiential forms of philosophical inquiry. For her, escaping the limits of land helps us imagine how we might also transcend the social structures that confine us.

Voicehandler

In a conversation with Interview Magazine about the project, Hockaday said, “I’m finding that in urban areas, urban infrastructure informs what we can and can’t do with our bodies. In the same ways noise clubs or industrial wilderness existed in the city as spaces [where] we took risks, the water can be that place now.”

Through Attention! We’ve moved., Hockaday imagined a future for the Bay Area’s underground that wasn’t bogged down by the limits of infrastructure. And during the non-VIP cruises ($35) that took place throughout the weekend, the boat was filled with art-scene devotees joyously dancing at a time when many are still reeling from loss. The momentary island seemed to draw out hope for survival by carving a sense of place for those left behind by the “progress” in San Francisco.

Aboard the Noise Club, at least, the denizens of DIY and the underground were the unlikely stars of the art fair.

A neon embellishment installed by Constance Hockaday on the yacht she chose for her Noise Club

Attention! We’ve moved. took place January 12–14 as part of the first edition of Untitled art fair in San Francisco (Pier 70, 420 22nd Street).

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The beauty hotlist: this season’s brightest new looks | Fashion

1 Marching down the AW17 catwalks were models painted up to show their strength. And no one embodied this powerful look more than the brilliant Adwoa Aboah, walking for Fenty x Puma, Rihanna’s label. This is a taster of what to expect from the Fenty beauty line, launching next week.

2 Kate Moss has launched her first make-up palette in America, with Japanese beauty brand Decorté. It includes a shade called, wait for it, “Moss Green”.

3 Lush, a brand that promotes ethical buying and supports grassroots charities, has created the most #2017 beauty product yet. After the success of their Sleepy lotion (it went viral after customers said it cured their insomnia) we’re enjoying their fidget spinner bubble bar (£4.95, lush.com).

Square vision: an image from the new hair magazine Infringe

4 Infringe is a new magazine on the “anthropology of hair”. Through its amazing photography, you’ll see the art of hairdressing in a new light.

5 31st State is the UK’s first skincare line designed for teenage boys. Its Overnight Clearing Pads are a revelation, even for ladies. And importantly, everything smells delicious (from £5.99, 31st-state.com).

6 Lipstick Queen has designed a blusher that goes on black, turning sheer berry on the skin. It describes it as a “trace of lace” – for the face (£22, spacenk.com).

Eyes wide open: cause a flutter by opting for a contrasting ‘banana eye’. Photograph: Jason Lloyd-Evans

7 The “banana” is the curved crease in the eyelid – the place you can apply shadow to create a wide-eyed effect. But you knew that. This season’s little twist is to switch up the colours for a bold graphic hit, with one bright shade right in your banana, and another (we liked the sky-blue and fuchsia combo at Oscar de la Renta) across the lid.

8 Olaplex is the product that everyone’s talking about – if everyone you’re talking to is talking about hair. It’s a three-part treatment that gives damaged hair a thicker, healthier look. Ask in your local salon.

9 Rouge Dior Double Rouge lipsticks are matte and metallic in one magic bullet. Like Givenchy’s Le Rouge two-toned lipstick that contours and colours, it brings on one of those “Why take two bottles into the shower?” moments.

Jingle belle: statement manicures from Libertine. Photograph: Jason Lloyd-Evans

10 There were metallic logo decals and glorious graphic designs, but the most exciting nail trend this season literally jangled. Dressed with beads, crystals, feathers and chains, Libertine’s nail designers “embraced the gypsy as an icon of freedom”.

YSL Hologram Powder

11 Inspired by Studio 54, Yves Saint Laurent’s limited-edition Hologram Powder (£23.50) is serious glitter for grown-ups. It gives a holographic sheen to the skin for a proper hit of disco joy.

12 Oral care just got hip. Yes, we’re talking about toothpaste and toothbrushes. From high-end dental floss (Cocofloss specialises in delicious fragrances) to toothpastes that don’t give you much change from £20 (Lebon organic toothpaste comes in flavours such as “Cap Ferrat Mood”, though Aesop’s new offering, with wasabi extract is a relative bargain at only £9) and toothbrushes that are pretty enough to give as gifts (Buly 1803’s lovely tortoiseshell brush is £38 on net-a-porter), looking after your teeth has never been trendier.

High street beauty: Asos launches its own range of make-up.

13 Asos has long been the place we’ve gone for a lunchtime beauty pick-me-up, with its ever-evolving stock of hard-to-find brands and affordable cult products. So it makes perfect sense that it has designed its very own make-up collection, launching 18 September. It features 46 shades of vibrant lipsticks, highlighters and contouring palettes, with names like “Current Mood” and “Uncompromising”. Aimed at both girls and boys, the new Asos make-up collection is a millennial goldmine. Prices from £6. Go play.

14 Face masks are no longer a fad, they’re a necessity. There are the cheap and reliable (Garnier’s Moisture Bomb at £1.99) and the super-luxe (SK-II’s treatment mask at £58). The two-step option from Dr Jart + (£10) is in the middle. The outer mask stops the serum evaporating. Plus, you look like Michael Myers.

15 Everything you know about hairwashing is wrong. The founder of Bumble & Bumble has launched New Wash (£44, hairstory.com), the only product you’ll need. Elsewhere, hair scrubs like Redken’s are proliferating, the idea being that they allow you to wash your hair less often.

Masked ball: Ashish Gupta channelled Lucha Libra wrestlers for his make-up show. Photograph: Jason Lloyd-Evans

16 Resist, through make-up. The overarching theme of London Fashion Week was politics but, as ever, Ashish Gupta managed to have fun in the process, deploying sequins and slogans and face paint with gay abandon. The make-up was inspired by Lucha Libra wrestlers, sending a message of power, strength and joy. Because throwing glitter in the face of repression is never a bad thing.

17 Bin your liquid foundation. Cushion compacts have gone from gimmick to staple and it’s easy to see why: portable and ideal for layering up. We like Guerlain Lingerie de Peau and Elizabeth Arden Bouncy make-up.

Iron maiden: heavy metal at Balmain. Photograph: Jason Lloyd-Evans

18 Farewell to “no-make-up-make-up”, hello to the “washed look”. Instead of pretending you are bare-faced, you’re going for make-up that’s minimal, but definitely there. Think skin that is dewy, rather than glossy or matte, ruddy cheeks like you’ve been on a hike, a peachy glow which elevates your features and lip colour that isn’t a world away from your own hue. It’s about beauty coming from within (wafty “wellness” speak allowing). MAC describes it as “moderate” – imagine something fresh and clean, neither super-natural nor highly polished. It’s even OK to look tired. Imagine!

19 Not 100% behind Balmain’s “Girlfriend of a rock star” look (why not just… “Rock star”?) But we love the grungy lip rings. Armour, to protect your speech.

20 Neon is the new black. At Emilio Pucci’s show, models wore mascara in neon yellow, blue and green, while Vivienne Westwood used cyan to the same effect. 3Ina – pronounced Mina – do a lovely affordable (£8.95) one in purple which (as Pantone have created a new shade in Prince’s honour) also happens to be the colour of now.

21 Jean Paul Gaultier is launching his first female perfume since 1993. Scandal is a sensual combo of honey and orange. Prefer abstract florals? Try Gabrielle Chanel, the first new feminine fragrance from Chanel in 15 years. Feeling more “manly”? Keep your nose peeled for Tom Ford’s Noir Anthracite.

Kissed off: ‘snogged lips’ at Preen by Thornton Bregazzi. Photograph: Jason Lloyd-Evans

22 Pile it on, and kiss it off. At Preen by Thornton Bregazzi, make-up artist Val Garland cited “just-snogged” lips as the inspiration for these red and smeary, glossy, fabulous pouts. Could there be anything easier to achieve? A bold cherry lipliner all over, a blob of something like Charlotte Tilbury’s Hollywood Liquid Lipstick in Screen Siren, and a beckoning over of the nearest lad that isn’t a) wearing a T-shirt that reads “FBI: Federal Boob Inspector”, or b) smelling of a Subway meal deal, for a quick, effective snog. Or, smudge it with your finger. Either way.

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