Brodie Johnson (drumroller) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2010-09-01 01:38:00 |
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Entry tags: | 2009-07-25, brodie |
Life inside the music box ain't easy
Who: Calista and Brodie
Where: Ozzy's
When: Afternoon
Just chilling. That was basically what they were doing. Also what they had been doing for the past hours, and what they were most likely to continue doing for a while still. Brodie could be found sprawled out on one of the longer couches nodding his head to the music coming from the speakers while at the same time he banged his thighs with his hands to the rhythm. But was not all that he was doing. Other than being with Calista, which obviously meant he wasn't just sitting there in silence like a twat - a lot, anyway - there was something eating at his mind.
"We might have to close the club early, if it's worth opening at all." He announced morosely. News of the prolonged curfew had obviously reached him earlier today, and if they had toughed it out the first night of curfew, if it went on for longer there would be no point. "The curfew's just for kids, but obviously not a lot of people are coming out anyway." He added, sighing heavily after he spoke. It wasn't like the club hadn't always been doing well, well enough that he got well paid - and, he assumed, so did everyone else - and his aunt and uncle lived comfortably; but the truth was the expenses weren't going to go away and it took a single bad month to screw everything up a little bit.
Brodie adjusted himself better on the couch and shot Calista another morose look. "You wouldn't happen to have stolen any sweets from your place of work, would you? We could use them right about now."