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the past stays in the past

WHO: MIRROR MASTER and QUENTIN QUIRE
WHERE: Quentin's place at first, then??
WHEN: Umm today I guess.
WARNINGS: Drugs.
SUMMARY: Drugs and haircuts and god knows what else.
FORMAT: Whatever!

Although it had been tempting to stay in Glasgow longer, Mirror Master really did have things he needed to do back in the City. He could always go back; no reason not to live there, when he could always get anywhere in a second if he needed to. Right now, though, he had plans. He put the monocle somewhere safe, first of all, then peered through the rows of mirrors in his Mirror hang-out to see if he could locate Quentin's. It seemed like they had something to talk about.

When he found Quentin's mirror, he slid easily into the reflection, not even bothering to make his reflection mirror Quentin's at first; he was just himself, looking as if he were standing in the room. "Haw, howzitgaun, Quentin?"

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Evan grins, moving over to make room for Quentin. He's got the lay of the land -- so to speak -- down now, moving them from that mirror to another one that overlooks a hallway in seconds. "Aye, lad. Give it a go. "

Quentin smirks, breathing onto the mirror. Once it's covered the entire mid section, he creates two artistic circles side by side with his pinky and thumb. Carefully, he connects the two circles with his index finger to complete his crude drawing of a dick. Something he is sure Midnighter would appreciate. He gives a short laugh.

Quentin is the most mature.

Evan doubles over laughing, almost losing his balance. "Brilliant," he manages after he can breathe again. "Wonder if he'll even tell the difference between it and his own reflection. Or--"

He doesn't touch Quentin's art, instead moving to a different mirror and drawing an arrow on it, pointing in the direction of Quentin's. He writes: DON'T CUT YOURSELF.

He laughs harder and shakes his head. "That or he'll have a bit of the old morning glory, eh?" Once you draw a dick, you can't just go back. Quentin takes a step back to admire both mirrors, trying to picture Midnighter's reaction all in his mind. ...but then a though occurs to him.

"How long will these last?"

"Ugh. Spare me the thought." Evan takes the opportunity to find another in seemingly a different hallway and write DON'T LOOK! on it. The spaceship is enormous; there were plenty of mirrors to deface, even if they didn't get to all of them.

"They'll last as long as I let 'em last. This is all me domain, mind. Let's say a week."

"He gets to look at dicks for a week!" He takes a step back from that statement. "Wait, he might actually like that. Oh well, I guess he'll have to explain to guest why there are dicks all over the mirrors." He gives a casual shrug like explaining dicks is totally a normal thing. Quentin moves on to the next mirror to write LOOK OVER HERE! And he draws a pair of eyes on another mirror.

"He cannae get mad if we're doing him a favor, aye? Whatever's better than looking at his ugly mug in the morning. Surprised these mirrors arenae all cracked awready." Evan's still chuckling a bit, punctuating that thought by writing BLOODY MARY on three separate mirrors and decorating another with EYES UP HERE, ARSEHOLE. "Speaking of that. Dinnae break any, though. No reason to tempt fate while we're here."

"What happens if we break them?" Quentin is tempted to tempt fate. But only if the temptations can bring good outcomes or hilarity. Or maybe he just wants to piss off Evan and set him on his toes. He smirks at the thought but does nothing. Instead, he focuses on drawing a pair of boobies on one of the mirror. Sagging, wrinkly boobs that is with the caption- OLD MAN TITS.

Midnighter is going to absolutely adore Evan and Quentin's decorative skills, Quentin just knows it.

"Seven years bad luck," Evan says with a smirk, and like most of the time with him it's unclear how serious he is. He puts his hand prints on another mirror, shoe prints along the reflections on windows and appliances, and writes HOWS IT GOIN ALICE? WATCH YER STEP on a full-lengther. "Let that be on his shoulders, not ours. Bet ya anything he'll be busting some glass and some blood vessels when he sees it."

"That's just superstition nonsense, McCulloch. But I guess you would believe it," he gives an exasperated sigh. At least he sighed onto the mirror so he could complete his jumble of numbers in the mirror math equation. The kind of math equations where each number represents a letter, and you have to solve all the problems to get the secret message across. Quentin's secret message is probably something along the lines of YOU SMELL. Then again, what's more funny than saying "QUIRE WUZ HERE" in mathematical confusion? The next one is going to read MCCULLOCH WAS NAKED IN YOUR SHOWER.

"Awright, lad, it's your life. Dinnae say I didnae warn ya."

It's a good thing Evan can't read those codes, he doesn't even consider they might mean something besides a nonsensical jumble of numbers. Evan sticks to the basics: ARSEHOLE, TOSSER, POOF, TWAT, PURE MENTAL BERK, enjoying the humor in their graffiti with the appropriate mania three or four lines of cocaine will give a person.

"How many's that been? There's more mirrors and windows in this place than a hundred cats got lives."

"Whatever, McCulloch," FARTFACE, SCUMPBAG, UP YOUR BUTT AND AROUND THE CORNER, Quentin adds to the colorful array of one worded graffiti. At one point or another, he drew a happy face Anything he could think of that would rile up Midnighter, he put on the mirrors.

"I dunno... you'd think we'd have seen him by now." He stops at the next mirror, looking around for any signs of life on the ship. Jenny? Midnighter? Steven? No one.

"Do we have the right ship?"

"Sure it is," Evan says, frowning a little. That wasn't something he'd thought about, but it was a good point. Maybe they were hitting them at a downtime, or they were just getting lucky. He wasn't sure he wanted to think about it too hard. "Better we dinnae run into him, anyway. Spoil the surprise. He's probably just out shoe shopping with the kid."

"I don't think Jenny is that kind of girl but whatever you say McCulloch," he shrugs a little. Honestly disappointed by the lack of Midnighter and Jenny being around. Who wouldn't want to freak someone else out in the mirror like Evan did to Quentin? But for now Quentin focuses on the mental picture of their reactions and chuckles to himself.

"For himself I mean, with her along. Go-go boots seem his speed," Evan says with a grin, shrugging back. Now that he's thinking about it the more he expects Midnighter to suddenly come around a corner or be staring into the next mirror they move to, which is a mildly unsettling thought. "Well -- eh, I think we're near done here anyway, aye?"

Midnighter heard them from the other room with his fabulous super-hearing, which he'd just Doored back into. He approaches the mirror from an angle where he can't be seen from it; dealing with Evan's stalking a few months back had desensitized him to finding strange men in his mirrors.

But seriously, Evan. Go-Go boots. "Quit fantasizing, shit-stain."

Quentin, however, he hadn't really expected.

"Alright, the fuck is this."

"Oh shit, he's here," Quentin panics a little, turning to Evan. "He can't get to us... can he?" He's trying to see Midnighter out of the mirror but makes sure to keep his distance. Just in case Midnighter tries to punch his way through the mirror. He's not thinking straight, clearly.

"We're not here! Go away!"

Seeing Midnighter sobers Evan up quick, though not enough to remind him that he was just a mirror (pick one, any mirror) away from a complete getaway. "Naw, he cannae get into me Mirrorverse without me say so; if he breaks the mirror we willnae be able to see out it anymore," he says, which relieves him as he hears it outloud. Before they leave he may as well enjoy himself for a second. Evan grins at Midnighter through the glass and waggles his fingers tauntingly.

"Howzitgaun? We was just doing a wee bit of redecorating. Like it?"

Evan draws a >:( face on the glass.

"Suits the place, eh?"

Midnighter ignores it. Because he doesn't even. Want. To. Know.

MIRROR MASTER.

He briefly debates throwing a towel over the mirror or Dooring away again, because it's not like Evan hasn't pulled this kind of bullshit before. Eventually he crosses his arms, leaning against the doorway. Looking super unimpressed okay!!

"Tell me, Evan. There a reason the only friends you have are teenagers?"

Quentin however, doesn't sober up as quickly as Evan does. Not because he's inexperienced but because he doesn't exactly view Midnighter as an immediate threat now that he knows he can't reach through the mirror to get him. It's kind of like a safe haven, being inside the mirror and all. Plus, Evan is his human meat shield currently, in case Midnighter does happen to reach through the glass.

"We're just enjoying a night out."

"Aye, take it easy, ya tosser," Evan says irritably, his eyes narrowing. He mirrors Midnighter's stance, crossing his arms and jutting his hip. "I've got plenty o' friends. This here is mostly business, mate. With a wee detour, for the fun o' it."

He still moves back a step from the reflection, giving some more space between himself and the outside world.

"No need to get your panties in such a twist."

There's a pause, and he really looks at Quentin this time. It's possible that it might not be glaringly obvious to anyone else, but to someone with Midnighter's senses... and Midnighter's experience with junkies (JEROEN), it doesn't take much to make him suspicious. He squints. "Quentin, are you high?"

Aaand turns that squint to Evan. Look, people can make their own decisions and generally he wouldn't give half a crap, but Jenny spends way too much time with both of them and if she ever starts doing coke he's going to have to kill everyone in the world. "Selling to minors now, Evan?"

He freezes at the accusation, trying to process how he should respond. No- and escape the potential consequences of illegal activity? No- and be a bluntly obvious liar? Yes- to be a rebel against the man and show him that he's not afraid of him? Yes- to be nonchalant about doing lines of coke? Many other options ran through his mind until he finally decided to speak up. What felt like minutes to Quentin was probably only a second to actually respond.

"No."

Evan wrinkles his nose, glancing aside at Quentin for a second before he looks back at Midnighter, moving his hands to his hips. He resents the fact that he apparently still has someone that'll get on his back about his buying and selling habits, which he expected to have ended once Captain Cold disappeared. Everything about Midnighter was a giant buzzkill.

"The lad's right, I didnae sell him nothing. That's just pure paranoia talking, pal. You're mental, I was just showing him how me mirrors work."

He blinks a couple of times, just in case his eyes still look dilated.

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