Dream 001 ◎
The hall has finally cleared out; tables and chairs empty and loose pamphlets strewn about the floor. Empty drinks sit stacked in trays off to the side. A thin smoke still lingers in the air, doing its best to mask the mixed stench of various odors; food, people -- Pig Masked people. The stage is still lit up, if not dimly and Duster stands beside an upright bass.
Dressed in a pink suit jacket with white pants, a comically over-sized brown afro wig sits upon his head. His fingers pluck the strings of the double bass, bringing a smile to his face as he listens to the low chords he plays. He chuckles a little, amusing himself with playing more notes.
A man with a brown mohawk emerges from backstage, an electric guitar slung over his shoulder. He's dressed similarly to Duster; sans the afro of course - pink jacket, white dress shirt, red tie, white pants.
"Hey, Lucky! Great set tonight, man!" he says with a laugh, waving a hand to get Duster's attention. Looking up from the bass, Duster's smile somehow widens at the sight of his friend.
"Magic..." he murmurs, stepping away from the instrument and over to his band mate. Magic is still grinning wide as he puts an arm around Duster's shoulders and pulls him into a playful headlock.
"Showin' me up, that's what you're doin!" he laughs as Duster squirms, trying to move out of his friend's grip.
"Aw Mag, cut hm some slack!" Another man steps out from backstage. He wears sunglasses and has a tall, blond pompadour. He's also in the same outfit, his hands jammed into the front pockets of his pants. He saunters over to them, a pair of drum sticks in his back pocket.
"Aw Baccio, you're not in competition on the strings!" Magic laughs, finally letting Duster go. Duster gives Magic a friendly shove and two more band members emerge -- fatty with blond mutton chops and sunglasses with black cornrows.
"OJ, Shimmy Zmizz..."
The group is keen to gather around Duster, laughing and playfully patting his shoulder and punching him in the arm. He retaliates; grabbing OJ in a headlock and giving his receding hairline a noogie.
By the door, a pink-haired waitress watches the men laugh and play. They don't appear to notice her.
------------
*When he wakes up, he can't help but smile even though there's definite a sadness in his eyes. He doesn't say anything though, just watches thoughtfully as Rope Snake coils around his arm*