hot_guitarist (hot_guitarist) wrote in btvsal, @ 2009-07-18 12:41:00 |
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Current location: | Jack and Mere's House |
Current mood: | creative |
Entry tags: | jack delany, pat mcconnell, place: la |
Is This Really a Good Idea?
Who: Jack and Pat
Where: Jack and Mere's Place
When: Friday Evening
After both agreeing to do Chloe a favor AND making sure that Meredith wouldn't tear this throat out for DOING given favor, Pat had thrown on an old pair of jeans, a Slayer 'Show No Mercy' t-shirt, and a Red Sox cap, and headed to the house Jack shared with Meredith, knocking at the door a few times.
After about the eight hundredth knock, a very sleepy and surly looking Mere answered the door. Hey, evening was like, still morning for her, after all. "What?" she asked, stretching her arms over her head, showing that, under her night shirt, yes, she did occasionally wear underwear.
Pat was either extremely in love, or just thought of Mere as family by now. Possibly both. Because the sight of her in barely anything hardly phased him, while most men would been stammering by now. "Hey kiddo... I need to see your dad. I'm here on 'official band business'."
If she were more awake, she might have been insulted. Instead, she just pointed to the garage. "Practicing," she said simply, already thinking about going to bed for another hour or so.
"Hey... you should tell Ben to stop keeping you up so late." He threw in teasingly with a wink, before turning to head to the garage.
Mere gave a grunt as she walked away. From the garage, some guitar music could be heard starting up.
Pat opened the garage door slowly, peeking his head in. "Yo... Jack? You got a few minutes, bud?"
Jack looked up from his guitar, which he was trying to tune up at the moment. "Sure, what do you need?"
"So... our extremely hyperactive drummer came to me last night, and wanted to ask us for a favor. And... I'm not sure how you're going to take to it. Or how Mere will, for that matter." He wasn't aware that Lexi and Mere had made peace, after all.
"Did she? And what favor would that be?" Jack asked, setting his guitar aside for right now. He wasn't sure what this favor was, but he was pretty sure at least who it probably related to.
"Well... I don't think Chloe would lie to us. And she says Wilson is totally clean now, and staying that way. And she wants us to offer her a spot in the band." Pat grinned, looking to Jack with a glint in his eyes. They were the only two here, no harm in being honest. "And face it, Jack. She'd bring us TONS of attention. She's been heralded as the Next Big Thing for a few years around here, and she's DAMNED good."
"I've seen her play before, I know that she's damned good," Jack pointed out to him. He was definitely right about who this was going to pertain to. "She's also seen as damaged goods. If we bring her in, people are just going to start taking bets on when she's going to go on her next downward spiral. Do we really need that?"
"We don't and I admit that. I was prepared to come here, tell you what Chloe asked me, and then laugh as we decide how to tell her 'no'." He sighed. "But Jack... think about it. If the girl really IS trying... this is her passion. Imagine if you had that taken away from you. How would you even TRY to recover from that? Plus... she DID lay out that chick that's been talking trash on your daughter."
"Mere could rip that girl's throat out," Jack said simply. "That's why they've never actually met, you know. Paige knows that she would end up dead if they ever actually crossed paths." Still, that wasn't the matter at hand, now was it? "I'd be willing to let her try, at least on some kind of probationary basis. I'm just not exactly expecting it to work, you know?"
"All I ask is... if we try this... we gotta treat her with respect and friendship. Treat her like part of the band, not like an experiment. It isnt fair to her... and..." he laughed, grinning at Jack. "You've been in enough bands to know that if everyone aren't treated as equals it never works."
"Yeah, I know that," Jack said to him. "I'm just saying that we need to keep our eye on her is all." He just didn't want another band breaking up over drama.
"Trust me, Jack." He said, meaning every word. "Me and you are gonna make this one work. Wilson slips up, even ONE TIME, and she's gone. No second chances."
He sighed. "Alright, I'm trusting you, man," he said.
He extended his hand to the one man he truly considered a good, close friend. "No matter what... with her or without her... this band is gonna last."
"It fucking better," Jack said, shaking his hand. "I'm getting too old to start looking for more bands to be in," he joked.