Spending the day in the library had not initially been how Kurt intended to pass the time, but given the fact that his neighbors were trying to break some sort of sexual record - he could only assume - he really needed somewhere there was more or less guaranteed quiet for a while. There were only so many moans, groans, and 'oh my gods!' (most of which seemed fake and over-exaggerated, even to him) he could take from the woman who lived beside him before he turned into that obnoxious neighbor who bangs on the wall to get you to shut up.
He was out of reading material anyway, and since he had yet to find a niche bookstore in town he could take refuge in, his options were limited. When he was in New York, he'd have just gone down the block to the little antique book store that was hidden and nestled away in an old reclaimed bodega and found solace for a few hours of quiet there where he could lose himself for a while. Unfortunately, such gems weren't something you often see in a small town like Bearcreek so the public library was the best (and closest) option to find peace.
Until he heard a familiar voice behind him and the words 'Golden Peacock' uttered.
Spinning around on his heels, he damn near dropped the books he had gathered as he spotted the man in front of him. He couldn't for the life of him remember the other's name, but he definitely knew him. Kurt had become very familiar with him back in New York, on a physical level at least. It might have been a while since he performed at the club, but the younger man had been one of his best paying clients at the Golden Peacock; if he had been honest, though, given the fact that he'd not seen much of him since he stopped performing at the club, he never thought the man would have popped up in Bearcreek.
"Afternoon, gorgeous," he commented with a small smirk, doing his damnedest to push the nerves down and push his usual demeanor. The one the other man had once known. No one in Bearcreek knew about his past at the Peacock; hell, most people in his later life in New York hadn't known about it either. Shaking his head a bit, he offered a brief nod and a smile. "I can definitely say I haven't rocked the body glitter look in a long time, too much of a mess to deal with every night, but yeah. That would be me," he added before looking around a bit. At least no one was around that he could see. "But that's not really something I broadcast here. Small town gossip and all, you know."
