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        ❝  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 ? ❞

🪐 — 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. ❞