| September 20, 2006; Music Shop and nearby pub; Billy Boyd and Rob Lowe; R (for language) |
[Sep. 20th, 2006|05:49 pm] |
[cross posted to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) our_quarter and ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif) billy_q]
Billy laughed to himself as the teenager picked up the guitar and started playing 'Smoke on the Water'. It was like something out of 'Wayne's World'. He let the boys have five minutes of guitar hero fun and then went over to clear them out. After all his job was to sell guitars not let them be used as toys. But at that age he would have been doing exactly the same thing.
Carrying his battered sax case, which held his precious baby inside, Rob peered into the music shop and took a deep breath of hope. He stroked the case idly with one hand and murmured, "All right, Belle, we'll make you all nice and shiny new here, I promise." Patting the case once for luck and hoping his last john (his most regular and sweetest trick) had given him enough for the job, he strolled into the shop and headed for the counter. He wore a respectable outfit, something that did not hug his ass and chest the way most of them did or reveal any large bare pieces of skin.
( Still my most faithful girl, though. ) |
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| Sept. 5, 2006; Gas Station and Dark Streets; Niki Wilson and Rob Lowe, G |
[Sep. 5th, 2006|05:08 pm] |
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Rob glared once at Michael, his fellow employee, as the man stumbled into the gas station an hour late. He stormed off to the bathroom to change into his 'evening wear' and when he returned, Michael was slumped over the cash register, mostly asleep. Cursing his luck, Rob tried to shake the other man awake, but was met by feeble curses and struggling. As he attempted to get the man conscious, a woman pulled up on a motorcycle (damn fine piece of machinery...both of them) in the full service area. "Oh fuck!" After a moment or two more ineffective struggle with Michael, he took a deep breath and sauntered out to the woman.
"Uh, can I help you?"
( If Rob could have caught any air in his lungs, he would have shrieked loudly into the night. ) |
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