After the show [for mischiefsberry]
With a frustrated sigh he stuffed his towel back into the bag, at least this venue had something resembling a shower and they only had to scrub it a little before anyone could set a foot in it. So he was clean, he was wearing new clothes, his mood had improved since that idiot from the band that played after them had dropped his acoustic guitar. His Sally. Hunter found his boots after only a few minutes of frantic search-his bandmates had thrown their clothes all over the place and finding black boots in a sea of black clothes was kind of hard. Usually he wore a more colorful attire, but tonight he happened to wear, aside from those black boots he wore almost constantly, black jeans and a charcoal fitted jacket over a black button down shirt. He pulled his still damp hair back into a ponytail and wrapped a bright red scarf around his neck-if he didn't watch out his voice would be gone tomorrow.
The last band had finished their show and while everyone was still busy taking down their equipment the DJ was getting ready and most of the patrons stood around, chatting and waiting for the regular club business to start. Hunter had his eyes set on the bar, he was pretty sure there was a beer with his name on it. And as if someone was intent on improving his mood even more he found a free spot, a stool and the bartender got him his beer. A few girls were giggling next to him and he tried to ignore them as much as he could.
With his back against the bar he scanned the crowd, trying to spot a familiar face. Especially one-he had invited her and wasn't sure if he had seen her during the show or not. It was hard to see anything due to the bright lights (and the fact that he rarely stayed in one spot longer than a few seconds).
[visual aid? of course. http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/jared_leto03.jpg ]
The last band had finished their show and while everyone was still busy taking down their equipment the DJ was getting ready and most of the patrons stood around, chatting and waiting for the regular club business to start. Hunter had his eyes set on the bar, he was pretty sure there was a beer with his name on it. And as if someone was intent on improving his mood even more he found a free spot, a stool and the bartender got him his beer. A few girls were giggling next to him and he tried to ignore them as much as he could.
With his back against the bar he scanned the crowd, trying to spot a familiar face. Especially one-he had invited her and wasn't sure if he had seen her during the show or not. It was hard to see anything due to the bright lights (and the fact that he rarely stayed in one spot longer than a few seconds).
[visual aid? of course. http://www.trendnista.com/wp-content/uploads/2008/12/jared_leto03.jpg ]
