Tripping Over Themselves
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birthright_rpgThe moment the final note of music faded from the sound system, Brian tugged his earphones off his head and dropped them carelessly on the synthesizer. For once, he was grateful that his band wasn’t popular enough for an encore. On many nights, he had gotten the short end of the stick when one of his band mates ditched after the show and left Brian to pack up their gear. Time to turn the tables. In fact, it was long overdue. “Mads...” He pulled a mic off its stand, swung it by the cord, and sent it sailing in an arc toward the brunette’s personal space.
She caught it. “Watch it!”
“Later, I’m out.”
‘Wait, what--?’
Too late, Brian thought. He shouldered past Seth like a shoplifter making a break for it and hit the ramp at a jog. Thump, thump, thump. He nudged through a throng of other musicians and regulars to creep up behind the petite blonde with the incredible body. He snaked his arms around her waist and raised her off the ground. “Hey, beautiful,” was muffled against her neck, and they were turning, turning, the room going ‘round and ‘round, the lights streaking purple and blue and neon orange. Brian’s shirt was drenched in sweat. He felt as rubbery and loose as a piece of stretched taffy.
She caught it. “Watch it!”
“Later, I’m out.”
‘Wait, what--?’
Too late, Brian thought. He shouldered past Seth like a shoplifter making a break for it and hit the ramp at a jog. Thump, thump, thump. He nudged through a throng of other musicians and regulars to creep up behind the petite blonde with the incredible body. He snaked his arms around her waist and raised her off the ground. “Hey, beautiful,” was muffled against her neck, and they were turning, turning, the room going ‘round and ‘round, the lights streaking purple and blue and neon orange. Brian’s shirt was drenched in sweat. He felt as rubbery and loose as a piece of stretched taffy.
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on 2013-10-28 01:11 am (UTC)“Ah, I’m good,” he said, blowing off that train of thought, because he wasn’t in any condition to think about it clearly. He took her hand and hauled himself onto his feet.
Brian peered into the stairwell while he zipped his fly and buttoned up. That door wasn’t going back up. Looks like they were destined to rack up destruction of property charges.
He combed his hair back. He wanted something, a drink, a hit. He wished he smoked cigarettes.
‘Reach for her.’
Brian put his hand on her lower back and leaned in to kiss her neck.