For just_muse_me - 2.7.2 - Ice Cream Stand
Tab sat in the corner, and tried to hold her tub of ice cream between her knees and dig at it with the spoon she held in her right hand. It made her feel like she was five-years-old. Worse than that, she was a five-year-old who couldn’t fucking work a spoon and get the ice cream into her mouth. Instead she just kept having it either slide down her front, or fall back into the tub.
She was about ready to cry, but she couldn’t. Not in front of the guys. Well, maybe Benny but not Mick. Or Keiran. She didn’t know Kei well enough yet to be a randomly crying chick in front of him. And Mick would just sit there uselessly and stare at her. Tab stabbed her spoon at the ice cream and let it stay there as she huffed out a breath and leaned back in her seat. She didn’t even think she’d been that banged up, but everything was becoming this Herculean task. Her ribs still hurt a little when she breathed, or moved and her hand was just a write off.
She glared down at the bandages, but her bottom lip trembled a little. There was a massive lump in her throat and she took a deep breath to try and keep it together. She wanted Riley. She needed Riley.
“What do you think, T?”
“Huh?” Tab looked up as Benny’s voice broke through her thoughts and she frowned. “Um, yeah. Great.”
They’d been listening over the album for a couple of hours, trying to put together the final mix. Lucky for Tab just about all of her sections had been recorded before the accident. They’d had Walker fill in the final bits of guitar, and Tab could manage to get through a couple more vocal sessions. Other than that though Tab’s role had luckily been pretty minimal. She was quick to lose her focus, and withdraw into herself. Tab was used to taking care of herself, and when she didn’t she had Riley to take care of her.
Riley was back in Princeton, though.
“You think my rhythm’s off on track seven?” The drummer seemed offended, his brow creased as he looked at her for confirmation.
“What? No. No, Benny. Your rhythm’s never off, you’ve probably just been listening to it too much. Hearing faults that aren’t there.”
“You alright, Browne?” Mick asked her, his expression filled with something that Tab could have sworn was fatherly concern.
She nodded before she shook her head. “I can’t eat my ice cream.”
“Oh, fuck me.” Mick rubbed at his chin and looked at Benny. “I’m not going to be the one to feed her.”
Benny looked between them before he rolled his eyes and took a seat next to Tab as he took the ice cream off her. “This isn’t because I feel guilty about the van. We all know it wasn’t her fault.”
Tab nodded as she watched him and tried not to look embarrassed. Now she felt like she was three-years-old. “I know. I’m sorry she got dented.”
Benny scooped out a large spoonful of the chocolate ice cream and shrugged. “I’m sorry you got dented.”
Tabitha London Browne
Original Character
Words: 533
prvdsrhythm, pullmysteth, dublinbass, rckrbybaby used with mun permission. Mick is my own NPC.
She was about ready to cry, but she couldn’t. Not in front of the guys. Well, maybe Benny but not Mick. Or Keiran. She didn’t know Kei well enough yet to be a randomly crying chick in front of him. And Mick would just sit there uselessly and stare at her. Tab stabbed her spoon at the ice cream and let it stay there as she huffed out a breath and leaned back in her seat. She didn’t even think she’d been that banged up, but everything was becoming this Herculean task. Her ribs still hurt a little when she breathed, or moved and her hand was just a write off.
She glared down at the bandages, but her bottom lip trembled a little. There was a massive lump in her throat and she took a deep breath to try and keep it together. She wanted Riley. She needed Riley.
“What do you think, T?”
“Huh?” Tab looked up as Benny’s voice broke through her thoughts and she frowned. “Um, yeah. Great.”
They’d been listening over the album for a couple of hours, trying to put together the final mix. Lucky for Tab just about all of her sections had been recorded before the accident. They’d had Walker fill in the final bits of guitar, and Tab could manage to get through a couple more vocal sessions. Other than that though Tab’s role had luckily been pretty minimal. She was quick to lose her focus, and withdraw into herself. Tab was used to taking care of herself, and when she didn’t she had Riley to take care of her.
Riley was back in Princeton, though.
“You think my rhythm’s off on track seven?” The drummer seemed offended, his brow creased as he looked at her for confirmation.
“What? No. No, Benny. Your rhythm’s never off, you’ve probably just been listening to it too much. Hearing faults that aren’t there.”
“You alright, Browne?” Mick asked her, his expression filled with something that Tab could have sworn was fatherly concern.
She nodded before she shook her head. “I can’t eat my ice cream.”
“Oh, fuck me.” Mick rubbed at his chin and looked at Benny. “I’m not going to be the one to feed her.”
Benny looked between them before he rolled his eyes and took a seat next to Tab as he took the ice cream off her. “This isn’t because I feel guilty about the van. We all know it wasn’t her fault.”
Tab nodded as she watched him and tried not to look embarrassed. Now she felt like she was three-years-old. “I know. I’m sorry she got dented.”
Benny scooped out a large spoonful of the chocolate ice cream and shrugged. “I’m sorry you got dented.”
Tabitha London Browne
Original Character
Words: 533
prvdsrhythm, pullmysteth, dublinbass, rckrbybaby used with mun permission. Mick is my own NPC.