A little bit of disregard [for ge_weston ]

[neo_beethoven]

Schroeder wiped his forehead as he descended the steps of the stage onto the level ground below. As he walked through the crowd, various audience members gravitated his way to clap him on the back or congratulate him on a good show. These actions resulted in flinches and grunts, though when he remembered he tried to make the grunts sound grateful.

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[ge_weston]

Ge had spent the entirety of the show by a wall up towards the front of the stage. He had come alone, his friends having backed out at the last minute, and the wall was the perfect hiding spot for someone unaccompanied. He had resisted the urge to dance like crazy to the beat of the music - for fear of being 'that crazy person dancing by himself' - but at times he couldn't help shaking his hips or throwing his mop-haired head around. Honestly, the show had been a life-saver for Ge. Without it, he would have been holed up in the house with Nicky and that bastard Ollie and resenting coming home from school at all

[neo_beethoven]

Schroeder shifted in his stool when he heard the voice talk to him. He took a few moments to process what he was going to say before opening his mouth. He was tired and really didn't feel like making conversation, not like he was very personable to begin with, but at the same time this was someone who not only cared enough to come to the show, but wanted to talk to one of the musicians personally. This one obviously had good taste.

Turning his head to face the person who had spoken to him, Schro lifted his eyebrows behind his glasses in appraisal. "Thank you. I wasn't certain of what to think playing this venue. I've never been to Washington DC before. It's good to see new faces sometimes."

OOC: SO Sorry! Life got crazy and I had to put this journal on hold for a bit. I feel like crap for flaking on your first lj rp.

[ge_weston]

Ge grinned at that. New faces. Friends had always told him he had a nice smile, one that he often flashed to make himself more memorable to unfamiliar people. A pit in his stomach told him the musician wasn't looking for company, or not his company, but he silenced this (maybe it was just his insecurity), for he was lonely and in need of an excuse not to go home.

"I think ev'rybody else liked you, though. I was up front, ev'rybody was dancing around by the end."

Mid-sentence, Ge pulled out a small, silver flask from his pocket. (It was the first day in many that he was not wearing a skirt: instead, he donned long jeans much looser than he normally preferred, as these were the only ones with considerable pocket size.) The bartender turned his back, and Ge poured a few drops from the flask into his Coke under the table.

"M'not 21," he whispered with red cheeks to the musician, whose glance looked like it needed some sort of explanation.

[neo_beethoven]

When the boy next to him pulled out the flask, Schro grinned. "I don't think you need to hide that thing. I know that I am new here but the drinking age doesn't seem to bother anyone too much."

The kid was amusing, and obviously trying to suck up in a sense. Coupled with the fact that he sincerely seemed to enjoy the music, Schro decided not to go his usual route of brushing off a person who was trying to make conversation. Instead he tilted his head toward the flask. "Do you always carry one of those with you?"

It was still a bristly start, but it was something.