Post by Trix on Jul 12, 2017 21:23:45 GMT
The good, the bad, the dirty
Bar gig after bar gig, Elliot couldn't help but wonder if maybe he should lay the rockstar dream to rest. He wasn't making the money he needed to in order to raise his daughter comfortably without dipping into the family money that he had waiting for her. Elliot wasn't interested in being rich, he just wanted to live comfortably, no worrying about meals or clothes or college for Avery. He was already teaching guitar classes on the side, he was doing his best with what he had been left. Never did he expect his life would be where it was.
After the gig was up, the club owner had offered the band a round at the bar for a good show and they struck up conversation. Elliot knew he would have to leave shortly, he'd promised Ethan that it wouldn't be an all night kind of thing, and Elliot wasn't much of a drinker anymore anyway. It was just nice to enjoy company of his friends outside of playing dress-up with his two year old. The rest of them were intoxicated, slurring and laughing loudly while Elliot sipped at a glass of water, the source of their laughter. His impersonations of former club owners was a big hit among his bandmates, mostly when they were too plastered to really see that the impersonations weren't actually that good. Elliot snorted out a laugh at his last one before his drummer dramatically stood up and raised his hands, "Alright, alright, alright! Enough of this nonsense. Time for somethin' really funny. El. Eli. Elliot. I have a dare for you, a double dog dare, the dariest dare of all dares!" The rest of the band leaned in closely in anticipation while Elliot continued to sip his water, his eyebrow arched. "In order to be allowed to go home, you must go talk to that stick in the mud down yonder. The girl who's ass is so tight, I bet she squeaks when she walks."
The drummer nodded towards a woman who had been occupied with business during their set, something that Elliot hadn't been completely aware of, but that the rest of them had been pretty irked about. He didn't mind when people had their own things to pay attention to, he was there for the music, to share his talent. Not everyone would appreciate it, and that was just dandy. But as his drummer had said, this was the only way they'd let him get home to his daughter. And besides, they all knew he was the funniest one of the bunch, even completely sober. He raised his hands in defeat and laughed, "Fine, but if I get hit, you get to explain it to Avery." Not that he would actually let them tell his daughter what juvenile things he got himself into.
Elliot made his way around the bar and cleared his throat when he approached the woman and the empty barstool beside her, "Ya mind, doll?" He put on his best old time gangster accent before coughing out a laugh. "Bar keep, get this nice lady another on me!" He shot the guy some finger guns and smirked.
After the gig was up, the club owner had offered the band a round at the bar for a good show and they struck up conversation. Elliot knew he would have to leave shortly, he'd promised Ethan that it wouldn't be an all night kind of thing, and Elliot wasn't much of a drinker anymore anyway. It was just nice to enjoy company of his friends outside of playing dress-up with his two year old. The rest of them were intoxicated, slurring and laughing loudly while Elliot sipped at a glass of water, the source of their laughter. His impersonations of former club owners was a big hit among his bandmates, mostly when they were too plastered to really see that the impersonations weren't actually that good. Elliot snorted out a laugh at his last one before his drummer dramatically stood up and raised his hands, "Alright, alright, alright! Enough of this nonsense. Time for somethin' really funny. El. Eli. Elliot. I have a dare for you, a double dog dare, the dariest dare of all dares!" The rest of the band leaned in closely in anticipation while Elliot continued to sip his water, his eyebrow arched. "In order to be allowed to go home, you must go talk to that stick in the mud down yonder. The girl who's ass is so tight, I bet she squeaks when she walks."
The drummer nodded towards a woman who had been occupied with business during their set, something that Elliot hadn't been completely aware of, but that the rest of them had been pretty irked about. He didn't mind when people had their own things to pay attention to, he was there for the music, to share his talent. Not everyone would appreciate it, and that was just dandy. But as his drummer had said, this was the only way they'd let him get home to his daughter. And besides, they all knew he was the funniest one of the bunch, even completely sober. He raised his hands in defeat and laughed, "Fine, but if I get hit, you get to explain it to Avery." Not that he would actually let them tell his daughter what juvenile things he got himself into.
Elliot made his way around the bar and cleared his throat when he approached the woman and the empty barstool beside her, "Ya mind, doll?" He put on his best old time gangster accent before coughing out a laugh. "Bar keep, get this nice lady another on me!" He shot the guy some finger guns and smirked.
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