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It was a valid assessment, considering.
Andy was the first to comment, appearing in the doorway to the back room of the studio where they had been practicing for the tour within half a minute of said post, holding his stupid fucking iPhone and smirking as he said, "Balls deep, Dave? Seriously?"
"Fuck you, Skib, I said eyeballs." It didn't matter, though. Dave knew that that distinction was not going to make much of a difference. He'd definitely never hear the end of this one.
Kyle was laughing already when Dave rejoined them all on stage. Dave just cut his eyes to his drummer in warning, but all that did was make Kyle laugh harder.
"If you make him break his neck falling over his kit, I think Nichole will solve your problem, dude," Andy commented as he picked up his guitar and slung the strap over his chest. "Hard to be balls deep in anything when they've been removed by force."
He followed it with a cackle and Dave rolled his eyes as he said, "Hilarious, Andy, so fucking hilarious."
Monty came over and slapped Dave's shoulder as he said, "They're just blowing off steam, man." He waited a beat, then started chuckling as well and Dave knew that this day was officially a lost cause.
The replies that he got to his comment on Twitter were as bad or worse as those from his band mates. He certainly wasn't going to be in need of any lewd comments or terrible puns again anytime in the near future. He rolled his eyes as he shut down the application on his phone, deciding that he had had enough already.
Just as he was pocketing the device, however, it began to ring. He saw Neal's name on the screen and winced as he mumbled, "Here we go again," then pressed the button to accept the call.
"Go ahead, get it out of your system," he said by way of greeting.
Neal snorted over the phone line and said, "Dude, first day of rehearsing without me and you come up with that one? And I thought I fucking sucked at technology."
"I know, I know," Dave grumbled. "Obviously I didn't think it through."
"Obviously," Neal repeated. "Or maybe you were just a little too preoccupied thinking about something else, eh?" Dave knew that by something, Neal really meant someone. Neither of them needed to say that out loud to know that it was true. Still, just the implication was enough to remind Dave that the person he was missing still wouldn't be there when he got home that night.
"You talked to him lately? Maybe it's time to work things out," Neal said.
"No, I . . . no," Dave replied, shaking his head even though he knew that Neal couldn't see it.
"Whatever," Neal replied in his usual none-of-my-business kind of way. Dave could practically hear the non-committal shrug of his shoulders. "Well, I've got my own rehearsals to get back to so I better hit it," he said. They ended their call soon after and Dave was left with the irresistible urge to do exactly what he had just told Neal that he wouldn't, but he managed to restrain himself from actually going through with it.
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