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 Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:18 pm
*Sits back in his chair, tipping a tumbler full of cherry flavored soda into his mouth. Makes a pleased noise because the cold feels good against his newly re-pierced lip.*
The ********' hell... I've seen more breasts today than at a ********' strip club.
*Rubs at his cheek, half scooting closer to 'Lo. He looked a bit worse for wear, but he had gotten past the shakes and initial want to tear his own skin off. Withdraws had just worn him out.*
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:36 pm
Don' know why jou're complaining. I think some of dem coul' be called back for shows.. *Slips an arm around Reg without even thinking twice of it, enjoying the lot of them all being back at CBGB.*
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:51 pm
*Remains sitting on the far end of the table, stone silent and expressionless*
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:52 pm
*Reg's current therapist clears her throat lightly, elbowing the singer and tilting her head in the direction of the keyboardist*
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 7:59 pm
Whu- *Leans forward to look over at Alicia before looking back to Sadie.* ......
*Gets up and crawls up on Alicia's lap, wrapping his arms around her neck so she can't throw him.* Love me. *Obnoxiously moans the words and shoves them both back so the chair tips, pushing his mouth against hers.*
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:02 pm
Oh lord. *Snorts in amusement, putting a hand on her forehead as she watches Reg* Your method of coping is ridiculous.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:06 pm
*Seems to almost relax as Reg pulls his usual lovable idiot routine, before stiffening at Sadie's words; narrows her eyes as she moves her face free of Reg's sloppy kisses*
In comparison to your cookie-cutter bullshit, maybe.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:13 pm
*Remains amused and relaxed* You're trying to put me in a cookie cutter yourself, aren't you? Assuming I was telling Reg what he was doing was wrong, assuming I'm some cleric of The Establishment come to strip Reg of his identity and make him a smiling, drugged up housewife.
I was cracking a joke, actually. I'm allowed to do that.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:15 pm
Babies. Enough. *Grabs Alicia's cheeks in his hands and kisses her hard before getting up and with a helping hand from Lo, pulls her chair up so she's up off the floor as well.*
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:25 pm
Josh had his guitar slung over one shoulder. He could tell right away how busy the club was; people were milling about outside and he had to push his way through to even get to the door. People who were already done or weren't even here to try. Even inside half the people didn't even have instruments. Josh scrunched up his nose, fighting back nerves.
"The hell... is there a line or anything?" He spoke to the nearest person, a really lanky guy who could use a little makeup. He didn't seem to notice Josh at all.
"Oi! Reg!"
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 8:31 pm
*Looks up sharply, only just catching Josh's voice over the noise. Grins, moving from the table to find the tall youth amongst the crowd.*
Hey! Shove it, ********- ....*Falters when two girls slid up on him, babbling about backstage passes* Go talk to Georgie. Move, baby.
*Slips past them and almost right into ********, man. Hey.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 9:54 pm
Godfrey had a much harder time pushing through all the people, being so short, but he was resilient and managed eventually, even though he'd had to duck between someone's legs at one point.
Phew. He couldn't even believe all the people that were there- and most of them without instruments! But it wasn't like they had a chance anyways, not against Josh. Godfrey knew Josh just had a quality about him, and unlike Josh, Godfrey was sure he already had a place in the band.
Josh may have been nervous but Godfrey was nothing but excited. He couldn't wait for Josh to play for the band, to play in front of all these people. He belonged in front of a crowd, deserved to be cheered for, loved. He deserved to be happy, and Godfrey hoped being in Reg's band would help.
Godfrey stood a bit behind Josh, just watching him and Reg, his hands tucked loosely into his back pockets. He wasn't dressed so clean and preppy as usual, but was wearing a band t-shirt Josh had pointed out to him once and dark jeans a bit ripped at the knees- naturally ripped from horsing around. The clothes felt comfortable, so did being here, even though-
Merlin there were a lot of tits around here, weren't there?
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Godfrey Potter-Lockhart Crew
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 10:02 pm
Josh grinned, again feeling like there was no possible way his makeup could possibly look right and he needed a mirror more than he needed air. He took a deep breath, having to fight a bit to remain close to Reg and not be pushed off by way overzealous women who probably had more STD's than their vocabulary could handle.
His guitar felt like a comfortable weight over his shoulder. "Hey. What the hell, advertise at like, strictly strip joints or what?" Josh looked over his shoulder to make sure Godfrey at least made it in alright, then turned back to Reg. "You gotta be the organizer. Complete disarray."
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 10:07 pm
S'just people wantin' to see who tries out. Free shows, drinks are half price.. What, you can't handle the chaos? S'not a good sign, Joshie... *Eyes trail after a petite redhead as she flounces by, Reg only moving to smack her on the a** as she went to talk to Georgie.*
You wanna play next? *Blinks, noticing Godfrey and smiles a bit, still looking rather tired.* S'up, Lovey. Got a chair so you don't get eatin' if ya want.
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Posted: Tue Jul 27, 2010 10:13 pm
"Didn't say that. I like your particular brand of disarray." Josh glanced over to where Angelo and America were, frowning a bit at the new face he saw. Unfamiliar for sure; he was hoping he hadn't met her before and just forgotten about it. "Did you even get like, anyone who can actually play yet?"
Suddenly Josh felt better about the whole thing. From the looks of it there wasn't a single person here that could play better than him. Those that had instruments were already looking drunk and stupid; but perhaps that was part of the criteria. "Yeah, I'll play next. You'll be able to hear me okay acoustic, right?"
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