drat | hard core question | on the inside... billy tallent is conspicuous for an invisible man
I think I just spoilered myself for Torchwood 2.13 (Hey, I have a backlog, okay?)
Uh, possibly more importantly, Hard Core Logo question. Whose beer did Joe piss in?
For reasons not to be explored at this juncture; for somebody who never appears in "On The Inside" (the Turnbull/Kowalski Songwriter/Singer AU) Billy Tallent actually takes up some inches.
The Duck Boys know about him (and how Joey Paducci suggested him for Jennifur with only a third gen bootleg of US Out of North America to go on), Turnbull has met him and got sucked off by him, and Sandor is eyeing up the drumming job in Jennifur after the current drummer went a little loopy and started screaming about the dead punk in the recording studio...
I might be world-building just a little too much here. The end is running away from me as I make the whole set up work properly. (For that matter, Jim Ellison was meant to be a joke and now I have meta notes about how he works with the Ducks).
ETA:
Uh, some context, the first meeting is not going all that well, but Turnbull is pleased to find that there is fire beyond and behind Ray's singing
Renfield did what he did best. He took this roadblock and turned it into something he could treasure and covert. Perhaps this trip wasn’t entirely barren; the shadow of Benton barely lingered like a guardian angel. This was confirmation of something beyond nonchalance and passive-aggressive posturing. Proof he wasn’t looking at some strange shade of Billy Tallent; Ray Kowalski was real in a way that Tallent never was. He was briefly back in LA at some industry party with a free bar; the kids - Jennifur - thought it was hilarious as Tallent styled himself some professor of true punk style. He would do one better than Joe Dick did the Seymour Stein. He’d noticed Renfield’s interest, made eye contact, but Renfield had not expected that. Tallent reeled him in from the periphery like a man with the body of a salsa dancer and a gaping void where his soul should have been. In the corner of his eye, there was a shadow that could have been a Mohawk for a split moment before Renfield’s attention was captured by the hand on his groin, his fly, his cock as Tallent slipped to his knees.
Uh, possibly more importantly, Hard Core Logo question. Whose beer did Joe piss in?
For reasons not to be explored at this juncture; for somebody who never appears in "On The Inside" (the Turnbull/Kowalski Songwriter/Singer AU) Billy Tallent actually takes up some inches.
The Duck Boys know about him (and how Joey Paducci suggested him for Jennifur with only a third gen bootleg of US Out of North America to go on), Turnbull has met him and got sucked off by him, and Sandor is eyeing up the drumming job in Jennifur after the current drummer went a little loopy and started screaming about the dead punk in the recording studio...
I might be world-building just a little too much here. The end is running away from me as I make the whole set up work properly. (For that matter, Jim Ellison was meant to be a joke and now I have meta notes about how he works with the Ducks).
ETA:
Uh, some context, the first meeting is not going all that well, but Turnbull is pleased to find that there is fire beyond and behind Ray's singing
Renfield did what he did best. He took this roadblock and turned it into something he could treasure and covert. Perhaps this trip wasn’t entirely barren; the shadow of Benton barely lingered like a guardian angel. This was confirmation of something beyond nonchalance and passive-aggressive posturing. Proof he wasn’t looking at some strange shade of Billy Tallent; Ray Kowalski was real in a way that Tallent never was. He was briefly back in LA at some industry party with a free bar; the kids - Jennifur - thought it was hilarious as Tallent styled himself some professor of true punk style. He would do one better than Joe Dick did the Seymour Stein. He’d noticed Renfield’s interest, made eye contact, but Renfield had not expected that. Tallent reeled him in from the periphery like a man with the body of a salsa dancer and a gaping void where his soul should have been. In the corner of his eye, there was a shadow that could have been a Mohawk for a split moment before Renfield’s attention was captured by the hand on his groin, his fly, his cock as Tallent slipped to his knees.