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tampered2008-12-06 11:02 pm
machi-tobaye.livejournal.com) wrote in tampered2008-12-06 11:02 pm
goodnight trouble
When; Tonight (Saturday, 12/06) after Gren's set at Lux
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Machi Tobaye (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
machi_tobaye), Gren (notapreacher) & Lestat (vampbratprince)
Summary; Machi always goes to see Gren's set on Saturdays.
What kept him?
(posting order: Machi, Gren, Lestat)
Log;
Actually, he didn't forget on purpose.
Not that he's been in the mood to see anyone, even Gren, but it wasn't that he intentionally skipped Gren's set. It's more that he curled up on the couch, half-wrapped in a blanket, headphones blaring. The glass on the coffee table drained, the bottle left open and inviting. It's more that the song's on repeat and he has his eyes closed and well, if he's not sleeping it's something like that, it's something like a coma, it's something like not feeling.
He's in the habit of leaving the door unlocked for Armand even if the vampire could get in if he locked it. A gesture of trust, maybe - an acceptance of interruption - an inconsideration. He's not playing tonight and he expects none such grievance, happy enough in blurry misery.
The door knocks, he sits up suddenly. "J-just a moment!"
Stumbling over his own feet, he tucks the bottle under the sink, tosses the glass in the sink before smoothing himself out and answering the door.
"Gren!" he smiles. "And... Lestat. What bring you by so late?"
No longer smiling.
Rating; PG-13
Characters; Machi Tobaye (
machi_tobaye), Gren (notapreacher) & Lestat (vampbratprince)Summary; Machi always goes to see Gren's set on Saturdays.
What kept him?
(posting order: Machi, Gren, Lestat)
Log;
Actually, he didn't forget on purpose.
Not that he's been in the mood to see anyone, even Gren, but it wasn't that he intentionally skipped Gren's set. It's more that he curled up on the couch, half-wrapped in a blanket, headphones blaring. The glass on the coffee table drained, the bottle left open and inviting. It's more that the song's on repeat and he has his eyes closed and well, if he's not sleeping it's something like that, it's something like a coma, it's something like not feeling.
He's in the habit of leaving the door unlocked for Armand even if the vampire could get in if he locked it. A gesture of trust, maybe - an acceptance of interruption - an inconsideration. He's not playing tonight and he expects none such grievance, happy enough in blurry misery.
The door knocks, he sits up suddenly. "J-just a moment!"
Stumbling over his own feet, he tucks the bottle under the sink, tosses the glass in the sink before smoothing himself out and answering the door.
"Gren!" he smiles. "And... Lestat. What bring you by so late?"
No longer smiling.