Darlene D. Sauer A.K.A. Darlene Southland (fcked_up_gal) wrote in btvsal, @ 2011-03-01 16:29:00 |
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Current location: | Avarice |
Current mood: | happy |
Entry tags: | darlene southland, jodi hanson, place: la |
Meeting a Fan
Who: Darlene and Jodi
Where: Avarice
When: Monday Night, 2/28
Darlene was out on her own tonight at Avarice, sipping at a soda as she banged her head along with the music, and even took a few pictures with some of the 'high school' fans that Ben had mentioned to her when she last ran into him. Having people want to be seen with her enough to document the occasion was nothing short of amazing to her. Of course, she used to run around in clothes full of holes and only showered about once a week and REAKED of alcohol. so she wasn't exactly fun to be around. Right now, though, she was being left alone, at least that moment.
Notify the press! For what had to be the first time in weeks, Jodi Hanson was both NOT at work AND not attached at the hip to TJ Bothwell. I know... EERIE. Anyway, the young girl looked the part of a bookish nerd, but was clearly loving the music being played as she was smiling brightly as she bobbed her head to the beat while enjoying a glass of ginger ale with some cherries in it.
"Hey, Sweet Cheeks!" Darlene shouted, clearly being heard over the very loud music, which just proved how loud she could be, at the one male waiter in Avarice, a lovely specimen named Johnny. "Can I get a refill?" When he nodded and started walking toward the bar, she slapped him on the ass and grinned at him when he looked back, astonished. "What? I can't objectify because I'm a woman? Please bitch!" Sadly, she tended to get away with this behavior BECAUSE she was a woman, which tended to make it utterly hilarious.
When Jodi heard the commotion, she looked over and saw Darlene... and couldn't help but go a little wide-eyed. Still... she was far too shy to go waltzing over and start talking, so instead she just gave the guitarist a little, hilariously awestruck wave.
When Darlene saw the kid waving at her (someone who COULDN'T be above 15 or so), she couldn't help but grin back at her. Had she EVER looked so innocent? Fuck, probably not. With a smirk, she waved back to her and then motioned for her to come over.
Oh holy CRAP. Jodi blinked, and made a 'me?' gesture, before finally shuffling over, tucking a little of her hair under the newsboy cap she wore. "Wow... um... hi. Sorry to be staring, Ms. Southland... I'm just kinda a BIG fan."
Darlene gave her a nod when she seemed to make the 'me?' gesture, and laughed when she started talking. "I'm not sure ANYONE'S ever called me 'Ms. Southland' outside of a police officer. Just call me Darlene," she said. "And it's cool. Wanna join me for a drink?" She snorted. "Non-alcoholic for obvious reasons, but just the same."
"Sure! That would be fantastic!" Jodi tried (unsuccessfully) to say calmly as she grinned stupidly. "I'm.. I'm Jodi. I saw you guys play the first official gig you did after Paige and Lilly joined you guys, and I've just been a HUGE fan of you guys ever since. I sorta bribed someone to get me a copy of the demo Avarice has been letting their DJs play, just so I can listen to it whenever I want, since no official releases are out yet..."
"Nah. We're still working on getting enough stuff recorded to put out a real album." The few songs they had ready to record weren't enough quite yet. They were working on more, though. Fuck, even Darlene was writing songs, when before she had only done music. "Gotta drag Jim and Dave out of bed to get them to the recording studio, though...OK, and me, too. Not gonna lie, there."
Did Jodi briefly find herself staring at Darlene's cleavage? Maybe. STFU. She was a hormonal kid, ok? "I bought a shirt at the last concert, I wear it to school all the time. I mean, don't get me wrong, I wash it and stuff, I just wear it a lot." Oh, how intelligent you sound, Jodi. Sheesh.
"Hey, you're doing more than I used to," Darlene admitted. "I use to only have five shirts and like, two pairs of jeans. Well, six if you counted the shirt I pinned back together, but the rehab made me throw it out." She shrugged.
"I heard about that. I knew you'd make it through though. All the great ones do." Aww, how sweet! "And you guys are gonna be HUGE. I can feel it. I can see Coma White or Suicide Messiah opening for YOU within a few years."
"Wow...maybe Coma White, since they're kinda side-project for Paige and the others now, but NOT Suicide Messiah. I love ya for your optimism, kid, don't get me wrong. Just doubt that Ben would EVER let his wife's band OPEN for us, ya know?" Darlene thought this kid was completely awesome, though. Always fun to have someone drooling over you.
"I'm juuust sayin'. Stick to who and what you guys are and I'll always be a HUGE fan. Just don't go making stuff you THINK people wanna hear." She nodded emphatically, "Because that's when stuff like Megadeth's 'So Far, So Good, So What' happens, and then EVERYBODY's disappointed."
Darlene laughed. "Gotta agree with you, there. And I can promise that's never gonna happen. I'm not too good at pleasing people, even when I put some real effort into it." The now slightly fearful waiter came by to see if they wanted any drink refills, and this time Darlene just winked at him in the most lecherous way possible. She wasn't trying to take him home or anything, but DAMN IT if she wasn't gonna flirt with him.
"Just don't forget, once you're all famous and stuff, that I loved you guys back when you were starting!" Jodi said proudly, nodding with determined cuteness.
"Definitely making sure that you get to come to all of our big gigs in LA," Darlene said with a grin. Sadly, she was telling the truth, because the kid was nice, and Darlene had far too few nice people in her life.