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🪐 — brian walker / tags.
🪐 — lil starter for @immobiliter ( naomi )
❝ THEY DIDN’T HAVE ANY JAMESON, so i got you a jack daniels. their selection was pretty shit. ❞ brian has to half shout to be heard over the the aggressive music, his hands already a little clumsy as he pushes a whiskey glass into naomi’s hands. the fake id brian had scored works better than the attitude he usually uses to get what he wants — not that they even seem to care in a place like this. the floor is sticky, the music is fast-paced & angry, & the bar is so dark he can only see shapes of the people around him. it’s nice, in a way; at least it drowns out his own thoughts, especially once he starts sipping from his own glass, one arm thrown over naomi’s shoulders. ❝ what do you think of the band, babe ? ❞
🪐 — naomi hawkins :
The liquor selection was shit, the music was loud, the floor felt sticky even to the soles of her sturdy combat boots, and yet to Naomi it was all simply part of the charm of the moment. Sneaking out with people who were decidedly not her college friends, using fake IDs to buy alcohol and enjoying a night out away from campus and sororities and all that other nonsense. Viv would be proud, even if she’d turn her nose up at the music being played. “ It’s all we can afford, right? ” she laughed, shrugging as the glass was handed to her. Lazily, she leaned in as Brian slung an arm around her shoulders. She’d scold him for the presumption later. “ The more I drink the better they sound. You managed to score a gig here yet? ”
THE ALCOHOL HITS HIS SYSTEM FAST, cheap whiskey admittedly no worse than good stuff once it’s down the hatch. & brian can already feel his blood rushing a little faster, his heart pulsing along with the music’s racing bassline. ❝ i mean, it’s good enough to get drunk on, & that’s what matters, right ? ❞ he acquiesces, raising his half-empty drink in a kind of mock toast, clinking his glass with hers. he notices absently that naomi has’t pulled away, still tucked neatly under his arm, even leaning against him a little, & mentally takes note of her willingness to be close as a small victory. & she’s right as well — with every sip, the loudly thrashing band on stage seems to get a little bit better. so he keeps sipping, his free hand trailing casually over naomi’s arm. ❝ not yet — gio’s been sending our tapes around to all the cool bars to try to get us some better gigs. it’d help if we had a regular singer though. hard for bars to book a band with an incomplete lineup, you know ? ❞
🪐 — HEATHER BECKER for brian !
“i think i’ve decided that you don’t get my all powerful self-knowledge.” she states, her hands in her pocket, shrugs the words off. brian is not a simple individual. underneath the surface there is so much. there is a lot heather knows. she feels. reflecting back from him to her. like a mirror. she doesn’t take it personally, she finds it intriguing. a fun little game, being close to him and picking him apart. him unaware of such a thing. “-you can be sarcastic all you want, but my gloomy and depressed persona will not be broken nor shaken … i’ve endured worse than you, brian walker. i’ll survive.”
❝ YOU SAYING YOU NEVER HAVE ANY FUN ? ❞ & he says the last word like it means something else, his eyebrows waggling suggestively just in case his tone was too subtle for heather catch. but while brian’s not the brightest bulb or what-the-fuck-ever the saying is, he’s smart enough to know that heather doesn’t miss much with those big round moonglow eyes of hers. honestly, he can’t figure out why she’s still here, why she hasn’t realized just how far beneath her he really is just yet. brian doesn’t exactly try to hide who he is — he prefers to wear it all out in your face with his lewd comments & his big meaningless tattoos & his trailer trash wardrobe. it’s usually enough to send smart people running for the hills the minute they catch sight of him. but heather’s still here. & honestly, maybe she’s doing the exact same thing as he is with her whole goth getup & addams-family makeup. but the difference is, he knows how to have a good time with it ; how to use his persona to attract the right kind of trouble. it remains to be seen whether the same can be said of heather. & brian leans in, nudges her with an elbow, always teasing, prodding, poking. always pushing to see just how far he can go before he gets snapped back at. ❝ you ever tried getting drunk ? smoking weed ? fucking ? that shit always manages to put a smile on my face. & who knows, getting some might do you a little good. ❞
🪐 — NAOMI HAWKINS for brian !
Right. Naomi clinked her whisky glass against his in agreement. Sometimes it didn’t matter about the taste, only that its price to alcohol content ratio was favourable to getting her drunk and suitably drowning out all of the problems of the day. And, in a rundown, dingy bar like this one, the pounding of the music from the live band helped with that too. It was loud and angry and gave her something to focus on that wasn’t her own thoughts — at least, until the cheap whisky started to kick in. “ Have you not tried putting up posters for open auditions or something? ” She pulled away a little to turn and look at him, a lazy grin slowly spreading across her face. “ You know, thanks to Viv I can sing a mean showtune. Probably not the vibe you’re going for, but I’ll have you know it takes a certain kinda person to belt out Cabaret in front of all her theatre friends and sound good doing it. ”
HE’S BARELY LISTENING, at least not until naomi tugs out from underneath his arm & he fixes her with an affronted look. the truth was that giovanni made all the big decisions for the band, not him. & brian didn’t really care as long as he got to be there on stage, a little above everyone else, all the people in the crowd gazing adoringly up at him. ❝ showtunes, huh ? yeah, i definitely don’t think that’s our sound, dollface, ❞ he replies, his shoulders shaking with laughter. & yet, though it’s kind of a funny thought, he can also sorta see it : him & gio wih their instruments, flanking not another rocker dude like them but naomi, all dolled up & singing to the crowd. ❝ but... if you think you could rock it, you know, give yourself a whole punk makeover & learn some of our songs, then maybe we’d let you give it a shot on stage with us sometime. ❞ it really wasn’t up to him in the end, but the more he thought about it, the more the idea of adding naomi to their lineup was kind of intriguing. & brian leans his head down & cocks it to one side, matching her grin almost like he’s posing some kind of challenge. ❝ having a babe like you up front would definitely keep the bar drunks interested in the show, if nothing else. ❞