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Last post tonight, I swear.
Okay, for some reason this just hit me, and I'm jotting it down here for posterity so I can laugh hysterically at myself later in case I want to turn it into that 'behind the scenes' ficlet that ckanerock is forcing enticing me to write...
Picture a rinky-dink honky-tonk bar in a rural area at sunset. Gravel parking lot, several trucks, a few motorcycles, maybe a couple cars. Open door to the bar; you see the place is filled with men (okay, a few women too), and then sweeping into the bar you vaguely see familiar faces -- is that AJ bartending? Yes, it is. And there's Brian sitting on the small stage in the corner, strumming on a battered guitar. You see Nick by the pool table (looking dangerously sexy in tight jeans and a leather jacket...*mind wanders*), but hey, look who's walking in now! It's Howie, complete with a morose expression and a 'don't-fuck-with-me-right-now' attitude. The bar goes silent; you could hear a mouse doing a soft-shoe dance across a cotton ball right now.
He sidles up to the bar, claims a barstool and motions to AJ, who heads over with a sympathetic look and a glass. As he pours, he looks to you, silently telling you to listen to Howie, who obviously tells his tale every night.
You move to sit next to Howie (just knock that skanky little bimbo out of the way, she's probably too young to be in the bar anyway. That's right, girl, go do your homework or something.) and can't help but notice how scrumptious he is in his country wear. (Who knew how sexy Howie was in a cowboy hat?) But you lend a sympathetic ear to his story, and the forlorn look in his eyes makes your heart clench with pain. You reach to comfort him, but he pulls away.
You decide to go scope out the pool table, hoping it'll be a bit more lively over there. Nick's smiling, but he's singing along with Brian, and the man emotes too much to pay attention to the game. You decide he's a lost cause, because, obviously, the man's got a few screws loose (is he really singing into the pool cue?), and it's time to move on. Maybe Brian will start singing something lively.
Hold up, AJ's singing behind the bar, and his voice draws you to him (or maybe it's that sexy way his white t-shirt clings to his biceps. Either or.). You linger near the bar, nodding your head in time to the beat of the music, and a stranger murmurs to you that AJ and Howie were caught up in the same chick and she breezed them both for Nick and Brian. But Brian wasn't interested because he's too wrapped up in his singing and that little puppy farm he's got going on the edge of town, and obviously Nick's got issues, so she breezed them for some tall dark handsome guy. Rumor has it his name was Kevin, and they rode off on his motorcycle in search of a simpler life. (Hey, it's late. Did you want intricate plot with four different women? Please.)
AJ's emoting behind the bar, glaring at himself in the mirror, and just when you think he's going to start throwing bottles you see that little bimbo pushing up on Howie, and then Brian's there, pulling her away, because he's the mediator when Howie's depressed. Brian's cracking a few jokes and sending her on her way, thank God, and you don't miss the loving look that passes between him and Howie when he orders a round for his friends.
Nick's thrown the pool cue down and come up to the bar, still singing the song Brian started earlier. AJ's pouring drinks and singing so hard that the vein on his neck is visible, and you're pushed away from the bar somehow. You decide to leave, and when you look back everyone but the four men have disappeared. They're sitting in front of the bar, and you hear AJ say,
"Love is what the trouble is..."
The End
It's official. I'm fucking nuts. *rushes off to get sleep with images of Boys in cowboy hats dancing in her head* ♥♥♥♥
Okay, for some reason this just hit me, and I'm jotting it down here for posterity so I can laugh hysterically at myself later in case I want to turn it into that 'behind the scenes' ficlet that ckanerock is forcing enticing me to write...
Picture a rinky-dink honky-tonk bar in a rural area at sunset. Gravel parking lot, several trucks, a few motorcycles, maybe a couple cars. Open door to the bar; you see the place is filled with men (okay, a few women too), and then sweeping into the bar you vaguely see familiar faces -- is that AJ bartending? Yes, it is. And there's Brian sitting on the small stage in the corner, strumming on a battered guitar. You see Nick by the pool table (looking dangerously sexy in tight jeans and a leather jacket...*mind wanders*), but hey, look who's walking in now! It's Howie, complete with a morose expression and a 'don't-fuck-with-me-right-now' attitude. The bar goes silent; you could hear a mouse doing a soft-shoe dance across a cotton ball right now.
He sidles up to the bar, claims a barstool and motions to AJ, who heads over with a sympathetic look and a glass. As he pours, he looks to you, silently telling you to listen to Howie, who obviously tells his tale every night.
You move to sit next to Howie (just knock that skanky little bimbo out of the way, she's probably too young to be in the bar anyway. That's right, girl, go do your homework or something.) and can't help but notice how scrumptious he is in his country wear. (Who knew how sexy Howie was in a cowboy hat?) But you lend a sympathetic ear to his story, and the forlorn look in his eyes makes your heart clench with pain. You reach to comfort him, but he pulls away.
You decide to go scope out the pool table, hoping it'll be a bit more lively over there. Nick's smiling, but he's singing along with Brian, and the man emotes too much to pay attention to the game. You decide he's a lost cause, because, obviously, the man's got a few screws loose (is he really singing into the pool cue?), and it's time to move on. Maybe Brian will start singing something lively.
Hold up, AJ's singing behind the bar, and his voice draws you to him (or maybe it's that sexy way his white t-shirt clings to his biceps. Either or.). You linger near the bar, nodding your head in time to the beat of the music, and a stranger murmurs to you that AJ and Howie were caught up in the same chick and she breezed them both for Nick and Brian. But Brian wasn't interested because he's too wrapped up in his singing and that little puppy farm he's got going on the edge of town, and obviously Nick's got issues, so she breezed them for some tall dark handsome guy. Rumor has it his name was Kevin, and they rode off on his motorcycle in search of a simpler life. (Hey, it's late. Did you want intricate plot with four different women? Please.)
AJ's emoting behind the bar, glaring at himself in the mirror, and just when you think he's going to start throwing bottles you see that little bimbo pushing up on Howie, and then Brian's there, pulling her away, because he's the mediator when Howie's depressed. Brian's cracking a few jokes and sending her on her way, thank God, and you don't miss the loving look that passes between him and Howie when he orders a round for his friends.
Nick's thrown the pool cue down and come up to the bar, still singing the song Brian started earlier. AJ's pouring drinks and singing so hard that the vein on his neck is visible, and you're pushed away from the bar somehow. You decide to leave, and when you look back everyone but the four men have disappeared. They're sitting in front of the bar, and you hear AJ say,
"Love is what the trouble is..."
The End
It's official. I'm fucking nuts. *rushes off to get sleep with images of Boys in cowboy hats dancing in her head* ♥♥♥♥