Steven had a particular insight when it came to pretty girls -- or so he liked to think. In reality, he was as clueless as every other man who thought he knew something, but Steven had a secret weapon when it came to women, and it's a lucky thing too -- he might have died a virgin without it.
Even before Sia's money touched the bartop, Steven's own crumpled and wadded bills were laying on the table before her. "It's on me, man," the aging rockstar told the man behind the bar, who was far too young to recognize Steven and far too busy to care whether the girl dumped her drink in Steven's lap or slapped him for the surprise advance -- he was all too happy to take the money and step out of the line of fire.
"Shouldn't be drinking alone when you're that upset," Steven began in a perfectly civil tone.
Her mind was wandering yet again to maybe trying to call David and explain the hangup on the voicemail. Which then in turned wandered to the fact that maybe she was just being an idiot in the fact that there probably was no way she could be 'good'. Especially now that she was only twenty, and seriously thinking about getting drunk off her ass, and maybe taking some random guy home for some fun. Then telling Miguel all about it tomorrow and making him overly uncomfortable. Really, it was a never ending cycle, truly
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To Steven, it seemed a silly question to ask. The answer to the question was so very obvious -- but, then, those seemed to be the answers most missed. Very philosophical, Steven.
"One," the rocker said, holding up his pointer finger, "Pretty girl, drinking alone. Two, your aura's a mess, man. All dark and..." His fingers twitched as his wrist rotated, creating a sort of twirling motion with his hand. It was a fluid gesture, and the motion of his fingers made it seem as though his hand had a life all its own. He blinked at her, suddenly, as her face shifted into something...very, very old, of rotting flesh and bone. "...And dead."
His vision cleared as suddenly as it had clouded, and he lowered his head into his hand. Man, that was some trippy stuff he'd had earlier... Peeking through his fingers, he asked, "And, three, you're too pretty to be drinking alone." His smile, always at the read, reappeared as he lowered his hand.
A brow shot up at the pretty girl comment, but even she had to feel the slight twitch of a smile at the corners of her lips. Even if it didn't get the chance to form. Because it was then she was called dark and dead. If you only knew buddy. She thought to herself as she frowned. Either this was going to prove to be a very insightful mortal, or she had just run into another blasted god
( ... )
She blinked. Balance? What ... the ... hell ... did that have to do with it? It was obvious the brother's balanced each other. But if she were to stereotype the whole of the Greek gods just by this one alone .. yea .. then the Aztecs were the scary goth kids and the Greeks were the potheads or those on uhm .. sugar highs?
She shook her head to keep from visably twitching at his words. But she grinned at him anyway. The whole trying to be serious didn't suit him. Or she didn't think so anyhow.
"So, uhm .. do you still do the whole music thing?" She asked, trying to completely change the subject.
Fortunately for her, there was no topic Steven loved half so much as himself.
"I'm getting ready to release a new album," he answered immediately, face brightening and smile widening. "What do you kids call them now? MT-3s?" Technologically savvy Steven was not. There was something to be said for vinyl -- he truly believed that. When you made as much money as Steven, such eccentricities were little more than a distraction.
"It's gonna rock. A little bit of new, a little bit of old... Voila." With a brandish of his hand that nearly spilled the newly-delivered drinks, he produced money for the bartender. It wasn't a particularly successful magic trick, but it was all he had, and he did it with a smug confidence.
"If I had a guitar, I'd give you a personal preview." Shame he had no guitar...
She watched him as he spoke, as he was easier to focus on then anything else in the bar at the moment with the alcohol swimming around in her head. "Mp3s." She answered the probably rhetorical question. But she wasn't exactly thinking anymore at the moment.
At the 'magic trick' she did end up giggling. Oh the joys of the drink, it could turn even the most serious of people into giggling fools sometimes. "Wouldn't be able to hear over the music anyway." She said with a motion of her hand to emphasize her point and just ended up smacking some random person.
"Sorry." she blurted out and flushed a light pink in slight embarrassment. Though she started giggling again when the person walked away. "Aren't you afraid that people wont listen cause of the whole image thing?" She was of course meaning like sex appeal and his age again, but at least she put it nicely?
As usual, he seemed utterly unconcerned -- very, very little could get under his skin. A laugh, certainly, could not reach that -- nor could her question.
"Aw, no," he said with a shake of his head. "People still buy my albums -- most of them are old fans, but good music's good music. My music is a tribute to rock, man. True fans don't forget." He lifted his shot glass, as though in tribute himself, then downed its contents.
"Besides, if I was afraid no one would like my music, I would have never picked up a guitar, you know?"
It struck him, quite suddenly and as hard as a 2x4 in the head, that he knew almost nothing about tonight's distraction. He had a first name...and he was certain a few more facts that had escaped him. That wasn't important.
"I never asked you what you do, honey," he stated, trying to be at least a little gallant.
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Even before Sia's money touched the bartop, Steven's own crumpled and wadded bills were laying on the table before her. "It's on me, man," the aging rockstar told the man behind the bar, who was far too young to recognize Steven and far too busy to care whether the girl dumped her drink in Steven's lap or slapped him for the surprise advance -- he was all too happy to take the money and step out of the line of fire.
"Shouldn't be drinking alone when you're that upset," Steven began in a perfectly civil tone.
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"One," the rocker said, holding up his pointer finger, "Pretty girl, drinking alone. Two, your aura's a mess, man. All dark and..." His fingers twitched as his wrist rotated, creating a sort of twirling motion with his hand. It was a fluid gesture, and the motion of his fingers made it seem as though his hand had a life all its own. He blinked at her, suddenly, as her face shifted into something...very, very old, of rotting flesh and bone. "...And dead."
His vision cleared as suddenly as it had clouded, and he lowered his head into his hand. Man, that was some trippy stuff he'd had earlier... Peeking through his fingers, he asked, "And, three, you're too pretty to be drinking alone." His smile, always at the read, reappeared as he lowered his hand.
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She shook her head to keep from visably twitching at his words. But she grinned at him anyway. The whole trying to be serious didn't suit him. Or she didn't think so anyhow.
"So, uhm .. do you still do the whole music thing?" She asked, trying to completely change the subject.
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"I'm getting ready to release a new album," he answered immediately, face brightening and smile widening. "What do you kids call them now? MT-3s?" Technologically savvy Steven was not. There was something to be said for vinyl -- he truly believed that. When you made as much money as Steven, such eccentricities were little more than a distraction.
"It's gonna rock. A little bit of new, a little bit of old... Voila." With a brandish of his hand that nearly spilled the newly-delivered drinks, he produced money for the bartender. It wasn't a particularly successful magic trick, but it was all he had, and he did it with a smug confidence.
"If I had a guitar, I'd give you a personal preview." Shame he had no guitar...
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At the 'magic trick' she did end up giggling. Oh the joys of the drink, it could turn even the most serious of people into giggling fools sometimes. "Wouldn't be able to hear over the music anyway." She said with a motion of her hand to emphasize her point and just ended up smacking some random person.
"Sorry." she blurted out and flushed a light pink in slight embarrassment. Though she started giggling again when the person walked away. "Aren't you afraid that people wont listen cause of the whole image thing?" She was of course meaning like sex appeal and his age again, but at least she put it nicely?
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"Aw, no," he said with a shake of his head. "People still buy my albums -- most of them are old fans, but good music's good music. My music is a tribute to rock, man. True fans don't forget." He lifted his shot glass, as though in tribute himself, then downed its contents.
"Besides, if I was afraid no one would like my music, I would have never picked up a guitar, you know?"
It struck him, quite suddenly and as hard as a 2x4 in the head, that he knew almost nothing about tonight's distraction. He had a first name...and he was certain a few more facts that had escaped him. That wasn't important.
"I never asked you what you do, honey," he stated, trying to be at least a little gallant.
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