Future Plans
Who: Mere and Ben
When: Last Wednesday Afternoon
Where: The Bronze
Mere walked into the Bronze. Ben had asked her to stop by and discuss some things to do with the band, like gig dates and whatever. She mostly just hoped that his scary-ass girlfriend wasn't lurking in the shadows or whatever it was that she did when she wasn't hanging on Ben like she was going to lose him or something. Only desperate girls had to be bitchy to any girl that came within looking distance of their men.
Ben had been there for a few hours already, getting a start on some improvements he wanted made to the overall look of the place. Uncharacteristically in worn-in jeans and a white wife-beater top, a red bandanna over his head, Ben crouched on top of the bar, carefully installing a few new lights above, to help the bartenders see what they're doing a bit easier.
"It's nice to see a guy who likes to get a little 'hands on'," Mere said, walking up to the bar where Ben was at. "You wanted to talk more about the band playing here? Is this a good time?"
"Well..." Ben gave a small chuckle, and hopped down from the bar with catlike grace. "I'd be lying if I said this was an ideal time... but for a good-looking woman? No time is a bad time."
She smiled back at him. "Doing some more renovations on this place?" she asked, looking around. "I talked to a guy through your second level floor the other night. I think he thought I was Snow White or something, or was it Alice?" She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. So, what do you want to discuss, exactly?"
"Mostly the future of this club." Ben took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he took a look at her. She really was a beautiful young woman. "I'm trying to get the Bronze a better schedule of events, to better help our patrons plan their own. I'm going to be having bands play here twice a week... and I'm interested in having your band be one of our featured acts."
"I can definitely get behind that," Mere said. "You've already got a good DJ, so getting some good bands to play a few nights a week would top it off." Although if the Neck Ruptures was one of his 'featured' bands, that just meant that the music scene in this town was awful.
"Mostly we'd have a revolving door of acts." Ben smirked softly and crossed his arms. "What I'm trying to tell you is... I believe in your band. I think you girls could go far. And I want to help that happen."
"Thanks," she said, grinning. She believed full force in this band, and she wanted to see it go all the way as well. It was nice having others believe in it, too. "It's nice having some backing."
"Looks like you've got perfectly good 'backing' of your own." Ok, so he was an incorrigible flirt. "Just tell your other guitar player that if I ever hear about her using drugs in my club again... you girls will be looking for a new place to play faster than you can imagine."
"Trust me; if I catch her doing it, she's fired on the spot." Mere hoped that Lexi worked out, she really did. Hopefully she'd get her head out of her nose or whatever and get serious real quick. "No worries about that."
"Good. I hope it can work out... there's a real buzz about that girl... her name alone is bringing some people in." She was a hell of a player, although Meredith clearly brought the glamour to the group. "Sorry for looking so... dumpy today. Trying to get some work done."
"She was in some big bands back in LA." Mere looked him over when he mentioned his clothes. "There’s no problem from where I'm looking." Sweaty guys in jeans? No complaints from her.
"Really." He laughed a little, looking away so he wouldn't blush. He wasn't expecting her to flirt back. "So. I need to take a break here... keep me company. How've things been for you lately?"
If she didn't know any better, she thought that she saw a little bit of a blush. "Things have been alright with me. I'm definitely on an upswing right now. How are things with you?"
"Well... a bit hectic, but otherwise fine. Conflicting schedules and all.... I haven't gotten to see my girl much lately, which definitely sucks for me.” He laughed, figuring she could do the math as to what he meant.
Ah, he means ‘ye olde scary bitch who lurks in the shadows.’ "I'm sure that you can schedule yourself some fun time with her when you really need it. Isn't that part of why being your own boss is fun?"
"It is... it really is." He laughed, raising a brow as he tried to read her. "Now... I'm not a rich man by any means... but I do have a decent bit of money, between my family and this club. If you girls can get a bit of a following around here... I'm interested in helping you fund a demo recording."
"Really?" That was a shocker, to say the least. Giving the band gigs was one thing, but paying for a demo? "That would be incredible if we actually got the following. Here's to hoping, right?"
"You have no idea." He grinned and raised a brow at her, letting her imagination say the rest.
She grinned back at him. "So, got any plans for the club coming up? Other than booking us and some other bands to play?" She was actually curious about what he wanted to do, and if she could help at all.
"We're going to bring in guest DJs, and hold special events." He gave a satisfied smirk, fairly proud of the plans he'd come up with. "Different events for all ages, to keep everyone happy. Themed nights, etc."
"Themed nights? Like what kind of themes?" She hoped that there would be no more cockroach killing nights. That was just gross.
"80's Night... costume parties... movie-themed events..." He'd clearly been brainstorming. "Things that will interest regulars and newcomers alike. Of course, having girls like you on stage will bring in people that aren’t even into your music."
"Sounds like fun," she said. "Being hot never hurt a person's music career, either. You really can't be too pretty to be on stage."
When: Last Wednesday Afternoon
Where: The Bronze
Mere walked into the Bronze. Ben had asked her to stop by and discuss some things to do with the band, like gig dates and whatever. She mostly just hoped that his scary-ass girlfriend wasn't lurking in the shadows or whatever it was that she did when she wasn't hanging on Ben like she was going to lose him or something. Only desperate girls had to be bitchy to any girl that came within looking distance of their men.
Ben had been there for a few hours already, getting a start on some improvements he wanted made to the overall look of the place. Uncharacteristically in worn-in jeans and a white wife-beater top, a red bandanna over his head, Ben crouched on top of the bar, carefully installing a few new lights above, to help the bartenders see what they're doing a bit easier.
"It's nice to see a guy who likes to get a little 'hands on'," Mere said, walking up to the bar where Ben was at. "You wanted to talk more about the band playing here? Is this a good time?"
"Well..." Ben gave a small chuckle, and hopped down from the bar with catlike grace. "I'd be lying if I said this was an ideal time... but for a good-looking woman? No time is a bad time."
She smiled back at him. "Doing some more renovations on this place?" she asked, looking around. "I talked to a guy through your second level floor the other night. I think he thought I was Snow White or something, or was it Alice?" She shook her head. "It doesn't matter. So, what do you want to discuss, exactly?"
"Mostly the future of this club." Ben took a deep breath, wiping the sweat from his forehead as he took a look at her. She really was a beautiful young woman. "I'm trying to get the Bronze a better schedule of events, to better help our patrons plan their own. I'm going to be having bands play here twice a week... and I'm interested in having your band be one of our featured acts."
"I can definitely get behind that," Mere said. "You've already got a good DJ, so getting some good bands to play a few nights a week would top it off." Although if the Neck Ruptures was one of his 'featured' bands, that just meant that the music scene in this town was awful.
"Mostly we'd have a revolving door of acts." Ben smirked softly and crossed his arms. "What I'm trying to tell you is... I believe in your band. I think you girls could go far. And I want to help that happen."
"Thanks," she said, grinning. She believed full force in this band, and she wanted to see it go all the way as well. It was nice having others believe in it, too. "It's nice having some backing."
"Looks like you've got perfectly good 'backing' of your own." Ok, so he was an incorrigible flirt. "Just tell your other guitar player that if I ever hear about her using drugs in my club again... you girls will be looking for a new place to play faster than you can imagine."
"Trust me; if I catch her doing it, she's fired on the spot." Mere hoped that Lexi worked out, she really did. Hopefully she'd get her head out of her nose or whatever and get serious real quick. "No worries about that."
"Good. I hope it can work out... there's a real buzz about that girl... her name alone is bringing some people in." She was a hell of a player, although Meredith clearly brought the glamour to the group. "Sorry for looking so... dumpy today. Trying to get some work done."
"She was in some big bands back in LA." Mere looked him over when he mentioned his clothes. "There’s no problem from where I'm looking." Sweaty guys in jeans? No complaints from her.
"Really." He laughed a little, looking away so he wouldn't blush. He wasn't expecting her to flirt back. "So. I need to take a break here... keep me company. How've things been for you lately?"
If she didn't know any better, she thought that she saw a little bit of a blush. "Things have been alright with me. I'm definitely on an upswing right now. How are things with you?"
"Well... a bit hectic, but otherwise fine. Conflicting schedules and all.... I haven't gotten to see my girl much lately, which definitely sucks for me.” He laughed, figuring she could do the math as to what he meant.
Ah, he means ‘ye olde scary bitch who lurks in the shadows.’ "I'm sure that you can schedule yourself some fun time with her when you really need it. Isn't that part of why being your own boss is fun?"
"It is... it really is." He laughed, raising a brow as he tried to read her. "Now... I'm not a rich man by any means... but I do have a decent bit of money, between my family and this club. If you girls can get a bit of a following around here... I'm interested in helping you fund a demo recording."
"Really?" That was a shocker, to say the least. Giving the band gigs was one thing, but paying for a demo? "That would be incredible if we actually got the following. Here's to hoping, right?"
"You have no idea." He grinned and raised a brow at her, letting her imagination say the rest.
She grinned back at him. "So, got any plans for the club coming up? Other than booking us and some other bands to play?" She was actually curious about what he wanted to do, and if she could help at all.
"We're going to bring in guest DJs, and hold special events." He gave a satisfied smirk, fairly proud of the plans he'd come up with. "Different events for all ages, to keep everyone happy. Themed nights, etc."
"Themed nights? Like what kind of themes?" She hoped that there would be no more cockroach killing nights. That was just gross.
"80's Night... costume parties... movie-themed events..." He'd clearly been brainstorming. "Things that will interest regulars and newcomers alike. Of course, having girls like you on stage will bring in people that aren’t even into your music."
"Sounds like fun," she said. "Being hot never hurt a person's music career, either. You really can't be too pretty to be on stage."