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🪐 — 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 ? ❞
