King of carrot flowers pt, 1
Performance highs. One of the best and brightest things about getting up on stage and making a noise. With the last round of applause done, Miki sets about unplugging her equipment, grinning ear to ear and hurling pleasant obscenities at the people she’s been playing with for the last hour or forever.
The piped in music kicks in as she’s placing the bow back in the case. The others are slowly filtering off stage, good-byes tossed over shoulders as they go. They’re all new to playing together, so the easy after show camaraderie isn’t there yet, and it shows. It’s rather like a couple of teenagers, new to physical intimacy; there’s no cuddling and pillow talk after, everything is too immediate and real.
Everything safe and away, Miki makes her way over to the bar. Time to soothe her parched throat and make her way home. She’s put in her order for a hard cider when a newly familiar face makes its way through the crowd. “Oi Alex, what’d you think of the set?”
He waits until he’s up at the bar to reply, smiling and nodding. “You guys are doing much better together, really starting to get a rapport going and all.” Leaning over, he places his own order, the bartender having come over with Miki’s drink.
She nods, and sets a five on the counter. Considering this, she takes a pull, eyes on the crowd. It’s still fair busy, and another act is in the process of getting their things around. Looks to be a more traditional outfit, as the only thing amped looks to be the vocalist and maybe the accordion. Attention turning back to the young man, she nods. “I’m rather thinking that m’self. We were ‘on’, more often than not.” She takes a pull off her her drink, “Which is rather good stuff.”
The conversation is off and running at that point, halting a little bit later as Miki orders another drink and makes for the little dancer’s room. “Watch my drink until I get back, will you?” Alex nods, and Miki is on her way. After all, he seems a decent sort, rather unassuming. But it’s not like she’s only just met him.
He’d been to a few of the gigs she’d played lately, often making his way up to chat afterwards. Rather quiet, but armed with a quick wit and a goodly sum of knowledge to back it up. Not hard on the eyes either, if one were into the rangy indie rock look. All around decent in the acquaintance department.
Coming back, Miki’s humming along with the piped in tunes, something quiet by the Cranberries from the sound of it. Picking up her glass, Miki raises it up, “Thanks for the spotting.” Knocking a goodly sum of it back, she smiles. “Though after this round, I’d best be going.”
Nodding, the boy murmurs a, “no trouble,” raising his own glass, though not taking quite the pull off his as she does.
The conversation starts up again, though a little bit in, the girl is feeling pretty fuzzy and soon after that, she isn’t feeling or recalling much of anything at all.
And so this scene draws to a close, Alex walking her out of the bar and to his car. After all, it wouldn’t do to let a drunk girl wander home by herself, right? Though, it may be noted that as the car pulls away, it is of a certainty not headed in the direction of the girl’s flat.
The piped in music kicks in as she’s placing the bow back in the case. The others are slowly filtering off stage, good-byes tossed over shoulders as they go. They’re all new to playing together, so the easy after show camaraderie isn’t there yet, and it shows. It’s rather like a couple of teenagers, new to physical intimacy; there’s no cuddling and pillow talk after, everything is too immediate and real.
Everything safe and away, Miki makes her way over to the bar. Time to soothe her parched throat and make her way home. She’s put in her order for a hard cider when a newly familiar face makes its way through the crowd. “Oi Alex, what’d you think of the set?”
He waits until he’s up at the bar to reply, smiling and nodding. “You guys are doing much better together, really starting to get a rapport going and all.” Leaning over, he places his own order, the bartender having come over with Miki’s drink.
She nods, and sets a five on the counter. Considering this, she takes a pull, eyes on the crowd. It’s still fair busy, and another act is in the process of getting their things around. Looks to be a more traditional outfit, as the only thing amped looks to be the vocalist and maybe the accordion. Attention turning back to the young man, she nods. “I’m rather thinking that m’self. We were ‘on’, more often than not.” She takes a pull off her her drink, “Which is rather good stuff.”
The conversation is off and running at that point, halting a little bit later as Miki orders another drink and makes for the little dancer’s room. “Watch my drink until I get back, will you?” Alex nods, and Miki is on her way. After all, he seems a decent sort, rather unassuming. But it’s not like she’s only just met him.
He’d been to a few of the gigs she’d played lately, often making his way up to chat afterwards. Rather quiet, but armed with a quick wit and a goodly sum of knowledge to back it up. Not hard on the eyes either, if one were into the rangy indie rock look. All around decent in the acquaintance department.
Coming back, Miki’s humming along with the piped in tunes, something quiet by the Cranberries from the sound of it. Picking up her glass, Miki raises it up, “Thanks for the spotting.” Knocking a goodly sum of it back, she smiles. “Though after this round, I’d best be going.”
Nodding, the boy murmurs a, “no trouble,” raising his own glass, though not taking quite the pull off his as she does.
The conversation starts up again, though a little bit in, the girl is feeling pretty fuzzy and soon after that, she isn’t feeling or recalling much of anything at all.
And so this scene draws to a close, Alex walking her out of the bar and to his car. After all, it wouldn’t do to let a drunk girl wander home by herself, right? Though, it may be noted that as the car pulls away, it is of a certainty not headed in the direction of the girl’s flat.