Chocolate Chip Mint 8, Fudge Ripple 4: Just Another Friday Night
Title: Just Another Friday Night
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Chocolate chip mint 8 (incessant), fudge ripple 4 (despair).
Word Count: 853
Rating: PG-13, swearing.
Summary: Why Russell should cut back on the booze, or, Aaron's Friday nights.
Notes: I've been picking at this for a while and finally decided to post it, but something's still not working for me, so I'd love some constructive criticism. Ta!
Penny and Jay packed up in the corner-- or rather, Jay packed up while Penny pointed at what he was supposed to pack up next. They'd start making out next. Off to the side, Lars argued with the club manager about their take, voices rising, and Russell, standing at the bar beside Aaron, was drunk as shit and getting drunker.
Yup, Aaron thought, with a faint sigh that nobody heard. Just another Friday night out with the band.
He liked his friends, he really did. Jay had gotten him through more phys ed mile runs in high school than he cared to think about. Penny reminded him of his little sister, and anyone who did that was automatically dear to him. Lars was his best friend in the entire world. Russell... well, he liked Russell when the other man was sober. But really, the post-gig dog and pony show was getting a bit old. Ugh.
"Dude," Russell commented, unexpectedly. "Good gig, right?" He reached down behind the bar and fliched another beer.
"Yeah, good," Aaron said. Which was enough for the moment. They'd post-mortem seriously the next day-- no, he thought, glancing at the clock, later that morning-- once Russell had sobered up and Penny and Jay got dragged out of bed. Speaking of sobering up. "I think you've had enough, Russ."
"One more, one more," he said, and popped the top off the beer. "Hey, hey, dude, your sister's hot."
"My sister's off-limits," Aaron said automatically, then blinked. That was... a non-sequitor. Ivy had been at the gig tonight, with Gina, but the pair of them had danced for a couple of songs and then left for parts unknown. Judging from the way they were dancing, Aaron was relieved they had. "Why?"
Russell rolled his eyes, ignoring the question, and swigged back a gulp of beer. "Yeah, yeah, I know, bros before hos, but she's really hot."
Aaron paused a moment and reevaluated the conversation. Much as he loved Ivy... "Okay, are we talking about the same sister?"
Russell leered. "The blonde one, dude! The one with legs to here?" He gestured in the general area of his sternum.
They were definitely not talking about the same sister. "That's Gina, Russ. She's not my sister, she's my sister's girlfriend."
Russell leered again. "Sweet. You got her number or something?"
The eternal question: was Russell really that stupid, or did the alcohol currently marinating his brain just make him really slow on the uptake? "Not that kind of girlfriend. Ivy's a lesbian. So is Gina." Aaron paused expectantly, saw the blank incomprehension on Russell's face, and sighed again. "They like girls, Russ. They sleep with women. In order to get into the pants of either one of them-- and I would really appreciate it if you didn't talk about Vee like that again, ever-- you would have to have breasts or a vagina, neither of which you are currently in possession of."
He couldn't help it. His speech got more and more baroque around Russell because it was just so damn fun to watch Russ get more and more confused. Someday the other man was going to catch on and then there would be trouble.
Worth it, though.
"Oh!" Russell said, in tones of one suddenly enlightened. "So they bang chicks? Think they'd let me watch?"
"No," Aaron said, giving up. "They will not let you watch. Guaranteed."
"Oh," Russell said, and slumped. "Damn."
"Besides," Aaron added, deftly removing Russ's abandoned beer and hiding it behind the bar again, "my sister could take you. And while it would be fun to watch it would leave us short a band member." And Russell was, unfortunately, irreplaceable. He might be a arrogant alcoholic asshole but he was also a damned good singer.
Of course, the two qualities were not mutually exclusive. Hell, sometimes Aaron thought the one implied the other.
"Ivy could try," Russell said, and smirked.
He was drunk enough that Ivy's name came out as one extended 'v' sound. Aaron rolled his eyes, and decided that he could probably get away with full honesty. "Russ, first off, Vee's hardcore. She could kick your drunk ass from here to Topeka and not even break a sweat. Second, I didn't mean her, I meant my other sister." He paused a moment, to be sure that sank in, then added, "You know, the twelve-year-old?"
"Hey, fuck you too, man."
Whoops, apparently not. Russell reserved 'man' for people he didn't like; everyone else was universally 'dude.' "Not interested," Aaron responded, as calmly as he could. Russ was pretty forgetful when he was drunk, so he'd probably get away with it. "You coming, or do I need to carry you out? Anyone could take you when you're this drunk."
Russell seemed to accept that, which was good, because it was all the apology Aaron was going to make until the other man was sober. "Nah, I got this. I got this. Pen and Jay gone?"
Aaron glanced at the stage, which was empty of equipment. "Yeah. And Lars is heading out. Come on, Russ, let's get you home."
Main Story: In the Heart
Flavors, Toppings, Extras: Chocolate chip mint 8 (incessant), fudge ripple 4 (despair).
Word Count: 853
Rating: PG-13, swearing.
Summary: Why Russell should cut back on the booze, or, Aaron's Friday nights.
Notes: I've been picking at this for a while and finally decided to post it, but something's still not working for me, so I'd love some constructive criticism. Ta!
Penny and Jay packed up in the corner-- or rather, Jay packed up while Penny pointed at what he was supposed to pack up next. They'd start making out next. Off to the side, Lars argued with the club manager about their take, voices rising, and Russell, standing at the bar beside Aaron, was drunk as shit and getting drunker.
Yup, Aaron thought, with a faint sigh that nobody heard. Just another Friday night out with the band.
He liked his friends, he really did. Jay had gotten him through more phys ed mile runs in high school than he cared to think about. Penny reminded him of his little sister, and anyone who did that was automatically dear to him. Lars was his best friend in the entire world. Russell... well, he liked Russell when the other man was sober. But really, the post-gig dog and pony show was getting a bit old. Ugh.
"Dude," Russell commented, unexpectedly. "Good gig, right?" He reached down behind the bar and fliched another beer.
"Yeah, good," Aaron said. Which was enough for the moment. They'd post-mortem seriously the next day-- no, he thought, glancing at the clock, later that morning-- once Russell had sobered up and Penny and Jay got dragged out of bed. Speaking of sobering up. "I think you've had enough, Russ."
"One more, one more," he said, and popped the top off the beer. "Hey, hey, dude, your sister's hot."
"My sister's off-limits," Aaron said automatically, then blinked. That was... a non-sequitor. Ivy had been at the gig tonight, with Gina, but the pair of them had danced for a couple of songs and then left for parts unknown. Judging from the way they were dancing, Aaron was relieved they had. "Why?"
Russell rolled his eyes, ignoring the question, and swigged back a gulp of beer. "Yeah, yeah, I know, bros before hos, but she's really hot."
Aaron paused a moment and reevaluated the conversation. Much as he loved Ivy... "Okay, are we talking about the same sister?"
Russell leered. "The blonde one, dude! The one with legs to here?" He gestured in the general area of his sternum.
They were definitely not talking about the same sister. "That's Gina, Russ. She's not my sister, she's my sister's girlfriend."
Russell leered again. "Sweet. You got her number or something?"
The eternal question: was Russell really that stupid, or did the alcohol currently marinating his brain just make him really slow on the uptake? "Not that kind of girlfriend. Ivy's a lesbian. So is Gina." Aaron paused expectantly, saw the blank incomprehension on Russell's face, and sighed again. "They like girls, Russ. They sleep with women. In order to get into the pants of either one of them-- and I would really appreciate it if you didn't talk about Vee like that again, ever-- you would have to have breasts or a vagina, neither of which you are currently in possession of."
He couldn't help it. His speech got more and more baroque around Russell because it was just so damn fun to watch Russ get more and more confused. Someday the other man was going to catch on and then there would be trouble.
Worth it, though.
"Oh!" Russell said, in tones of one suddenly enlightened. "So they bang chicks? Think they'd let me watch?"
"No," Aaron said, giving up. "They will not let you watch. Guaranteed."
"Oh," Russell said, and slumped. "Damn."
"Besides," Aaron added, deftly removing Russ's abandoned beer and hiding it behind the bar again, "my sister could take you. And while it would be fun to watch it would leave us short a band member." And Russell was, unfortunately, irreplaceable. He might be a arrogant alcoholic asshole but he was also a damned good singer.
Of course, the two qualities were not mutually exclusive. Hell, sometimes Aaron thought the one implied the other.
"Ivy could try," Russell said, and smirked.
He was drunk enough that Ivy's name came out as one extended 'v' sound. Aaron rolled his eyes, and decided that he could probably get away with full honesty. "Russ, first off, Vee's hardcore. She could kick your drunk ass from here to Topeka and not even break a sweat. Second, I didn't mean her, I meant my other sister." He paused a moment, to be sure that sank in, then added, "You know, the twelve-year-old?"
"Hey, fuck you too, man."
Whoops, apparently not. Russell reserved 'man' for people he didn't like; everyone else was universally 'dude.' "Not interested," Aaron responded, as calmly as he could. Russ was pretty forgetful when he was drunk, so he'd probably get away with it. "You coming, or do I need to carry you out? Anyone could take you when you're this drunk."
Russell seemed to accept that, which was good, because it was all the apology Aaron was going to make until the other man was sober. "Nah, I got this. I got this. Pen and Jay gone?"
Aaron glanced at the stage, which was empty of equipment. "Yeah. And Lars is heading out. Come on, Russ, let's get you home."
