Figures, though, most people remember the tequila lyric the new song’s got tequila in it too. Maybe they’ll put it on the album when they start cutting tracks. The bartenders serve his vodka and tonic without superior sneers, and most everybody knows when he says he’ll have a shot, he doesn’t mean tequila.Ī little bit bourbon and a broken neon sign… It’s a good song, solid. Steve remembers their faces most nights, smiles at the ones who’ve been there often enough to share a drink and a smoke after the show. It’s about the music, and respecting that, even if no one else does. He’d mock the guys about it, since it mostly seems no one cares, but Steve gets it. Setup’s happening at its usual speed fussy little checks, like they’re playing the Garden instead of a local bar one step up from the high school gym. Even when they’re playing together, he shows up whenever he damned well wants to and not a minute before. No sense crowding his head with irrelevant names and details it’s hard enough, some days, to hear his thoughts over the songs he and Chris might never write.Ĭhris isn’t here yet, but that’s no surprise. He can’t remember the guy’s name, figures he’ll wait to learn it ‘til he proves out.
That could be cool, fresh face to share the stage, new songs for karaoke maybe. Anyway, Corey’s starting things off, it’s Jason’s night, and there’s some new guy working the circuit who might show. He figures he’s got until 9:45 before it’s around ten. He’s late, maybe, but the announcement said around nine and it is. Steve checks his watch before unloading his truck. Summary: It’s been six months, Steve’s confused, and he needs Christian to fuck him right again. SmokeringhalosTitle: Build Me Up, Buttercup (the Kane remix)Ĭharacter/Pairing: Christian Kane/Steve Carlsonĭisclaimer: This never happened.
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