I won't pretend that I intend to stop living

[mildwildchild]

Who: erryone in Pride
What: recovering from the events of December 7
When: late December 7/early December 8 - ???
Where: Pride HQ and wherever else they're allowed to go
Warnings: Carnies? references to I Will Twist the Knife


So maybe you've just gotten back from the most mellow kidnapping ever and you're itching to tell your bandmates about what went on with the cool helmeted guys while everyone else was at that stuffy party. Unfortunately, you'll have to wait a little while to tell them, but that's okay - surely you can keep yourselves occupied until everyone else returns.

Or maybe you're one of those who wound up at that party of Naomi's, and your night was a little less fun. Now you're back at HQ, possibly with mended physical injuries and almost certainly with a few new psychological scars. Now's your chance to check in on your friends and bandmates who missed out on all the trauma and deal with things as best you can.

Comments

[notahobby]

I guess.

[Maxxie's never thought about it before. He doesn't know where the line is - what wouldn't he be able to sit down and take? Other than someone hurting his friends, which happened, but in that situation he felt way too helpless to do anything about it. That seems to be a common thing for him, feeling helpless.]

Manny's alright most of the time anyway. He's just looking out for us.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

Be grateful your manager is just looking out for you. I'm legitimately terrified of Camilla. [Luci snorts-- just thinking about it makes her need a cigarette.] Mind if I have a smoke?

[notahobby]

Oh, I dunno if we're allowed in here...

[He looks around the cafe.]

But, you know, I could have one too. You wanna step outside for a minute?

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci gives him a flat look. Not Allowed? Good gravy, he really is a pushover sometimes.]

As long as there aren't any cameras. [She says, picking up her coffee and heading towards the back of the building. No fucking way is she being snapped by the paparazzi when she's looking like a pleb.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie shrugs.]

The guards'll follow us out anyway. They'll wanna make sure we're not going anywhere.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

It's not the fans I'm worried about. You're looking right at my face right now, Maxxie, I like it that my fans think I never have bad days.

[Sure enough, as they head out back, a suit follows them. Luci gives him an eyeroll and stops ten feet from the door before pulling out her cigarette case and lighter.]

[notahobby]

[He frowns thoughtfully before he lights his own.]

Everyone has bad days.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[She lets a laugh out between her teeth and the cigarette.]

Not Lucifer, darling. Lucifer is like... looking right at the sun. [She smirks and lights her cigarette.] The sun doesn't have bad days, it only disappears for a while.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie thinks on this with a ghost of a smile, looking up at the sky as if he's considering the literal application of this metaphor.]

Sometimes the clouds get in the way. Doesn't make the sun any less bright, though.

[stylistic_disloyalty]

[Luci blinks as she lights her cigarette, closes the lighter, pulls the cigarette out of her mouth and laughs.] Touche. I guess I try to keep my cloudy days to a minimum.