Andy Donaghy's true love is a door. (got_chops) wrote in mnhttnprjct, @ 2010-03-18 15:36:00 |
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Entry tags: | andy donaghy, kenzie addison |
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WHO: Andy Donaghy and Kenzie Addison
WHAT: Pre-riot concert going and flirting.
WHERE: Williamsburg Music Hall
WHEN: Just before and after Wednesday's LML set.
RATING: PG-13? Drinking and mild flirting and that's about it.
Slipping in between occupied stools, Andy leaned against the bar and waved a hand to signal the bartender. She got the nod and turned back, letting the bloke finish up his orders, and surveyed the venue. Even taking into account it was St. Patrick's Day and just about everyone from every district was out and about the turnout was good. Impressive even. Their gear was set on stage and she had time for one more quick drink before the break was up. She felt the presence of the bartender behind her and turned to order her usual standby, a Jameson's and Harp, and laid a few precious bills down on the bar top in return. The glasses were set in front of her as the man on her side vacated his spot and she quickly slid in to claim his seat.
Kenzie'd been lucky enough to steal a seat from someone who'd gotten up to dance. She didn't much care for the first band that had played, they'd been all screamy and sweaty, but the crowd had seemed to enjoy them, pressing close to the stage and away from her and the bar. She was on her third Stoli and cranberry and about reaching her limit when someone settled down beside her. Swivelling her head to the side, she eyed the woman beside her, her lips quirking slightly. "Hey," she said, after a moment, not sure what to follow it with. She was never that good at starting conversations with strangers. "Uh, interesting band that just played, yeah?"
Andy took a long sip of whiskey before turning to look at the voice obviously directed at her. She wasn't used to unfamiliar people striking up conversation with her and as this was neither Astrid or Lucien it took her a moment to fully realise the comment was directed at her. "Aye, they get better as the night goes on," she said, smirking slightly at her own obscure immodesty.
Making a show of rolling her eyes good naturedly, Kenzie twisted on the seat towards the woman. "I hope so, although they can't get much worse." She drained the last of her drink and signalled to the bartender for another, flashing him a smile in thanks. "I'm actually really looking forward to some of the bands playing tonight. Hopefully that first one wasn't an indication of the rest of the night."
"I don't know, I've heard most of them at least a bit and it's not a bad line up. I like the next group," she said conversationally, leaving off the fact that she liked them even if the guitarist snored when he was drunk. She took another sip of whiskey and traded it off for her pint. "You should have heard the first group. Alright for some but, Jesus Christ..."
Kenzie couldn't help the smile that lifted her lips. "Yeah, LML?" The bartender set another glass in front of her and she grinned at him. "I'm really looking forward to them." Les Magnifiques Libellules were one of her favourite bands but she'd only been able to see them once before, at a grody little pub where she'd been stuck in the back and unable to even see anything. "They're one of my favourites."
"Yeah?" Andy's smile grew, surprised to actually be chatting up a fan randomly. "They're alright," she tried to keep her grin in check as she took a sip of her beer. "I like that new song, wossname," she snapped her finger, acting like she was searching for the name before looking at Kenzie imploringly.
Swinging one leg out to rest on the other woman's stool, Kenzie straightened slightly. "Allouette?" She took a sip of her drink and nodded. "That one's good, but I think I might need to listen to it a few more times before I can really love it. My favourite's still L'arbre D'épine." Swirling her drink in her glass, she grinned at the other woman. "I'm Kenzie, by the way."
A real fan that even knew the songs then, exciting. Andy lifted her glass in recognition and took another drink. "Andy, cheers. And that's a good one," she said, amusing herself more than she'd like to admit with the conversation. "Brilliant drum solo."
"Ooh, yes!" Kenzie tipped her glass towards Andy and grinned. "I air drum to that all the time." Her grin widened and turned slightly self-depreciating. She took another drink and crunched an ice cube between her teeth. "What about you? What's your favourite?"
Andy shifted sideways, turning so she was face to face with the blonde, and supported herself with one arm against the bar. Her eyes did a once over of the other woman before she could stop herself, hoping she was at least subtle about it. She looked to be about roughly her age and had a contagious smile. "Inquiétante honnêteté," she said, finishing off her whiskey and pushing the glass to the bar's edge. "But séjourner comes close."
Surrounded for so long by Americans and their flat, boring accents, the sound of Andy's lilting voice forming the French words, made Kenzie's heart skip a beat. "Ah," she countered, less than wittily, hearing her own accent deepen. "So you've been a fan for a while, eh?"
"Since the beginning," she replied coolly, not dropping her façade for a moment. Her ears picked up the tone to her words and cocked her head curiously. She hadn't noticed it before but there was a definite accent underneath it all, her ears had gotten quite good, if not desperate, at picking up on them. She tried to guess where she was from but couldn't quite distinguish enough.
Pulling an impressed face, Kenzie finished her drink and debated only momentarily before signalling for another, promising herself this would be the last one. But then again, what was St Patrick's Day for if not getting totally pissed? "Really? I've only liked them for a year or so, but then again, I didn't know about them before then," she grinned again, reaching into her glass and sliding out an ice cube, then slipping it into her mouth, squeaking slightly as ice water dripped down her wrist and onto her chest.
"Little over four years myself," she said, taking a moment to marvel at how much time had passed. She opened her mouth, prepared to say something else when she caught the squeak and felt her eyes drawn to Kenzie's cleavage. Her smile quirked slightly as she plucked a napkin off the stack on the bar and passed it helpfully to the other woman. "Cold?" she teased.
"A bit," Kenzie admitted, squinching her eyes shut for a moment before taking the napkin from Andy's fingers and making sure to brush her own fingers against the other woman's skin as she did so. "Refreshing?" She shrugged and grinned, dabbing at the drops of water on her shirt. "Even though I probably smell like vodka now." She shrugged again, and met Andy's eyes, smiling and feeling a bit of a prat for only being able to smile. "Then again, what's a night out without having a bit of drink splashed on you?"
"Lucky for you it's St. Patrick's Day and you're in a bar. It's a requirement to smell like drink at some point. Really, it should be whiskey but I won't tell anyone," she winked, glad she had an action to cover the grin she felt was becoming far too wide to be considered cool in any way. She knocked back the rest of her beer and pushed it to the edge of the bar, checking her watch to make sure she still had a few. "So, where you from? Originally, I mean."
Twisting around to face Andy fully, Kenzie hooked the heels of her boots over the bar on the other woman's stool. "New Zealand," she responded, pulling a slight face. Christchurch hadn't even been the cool part of the islands, where all the movies were filmed. It had just been a town, like any other. "How about you?"
Raising an eyebrow, Andy stared at Kenzie with a doubtful expression before she responded. "Ireland. Kerry," she added, her own face as wistful and nostalgic as the other woman's had been negative. She glanced at her watch again and cast a glance over her shoulder for her bandmates, weighing whether or not she had enough time for another drink. Then again, she told herself, it wasn't like that was really going to stop anything and signalled for another Jameson's.
"You miss it?" Kenzie asked, turning towards the bar, pleasantly surprised to find another drink by her elbow. It wasn't really a question, she'd been able to read the expression on Andy's face, but wasn't sure if the other woman would've wanted her to. "I moved here a long time ago," she shrugged, and tipped back her glass, taking a swallow. "So this is home as much as anywhere else."
"Every fecking day," she acknowledged, nodding as her eyes watched her shot being poured. "Four years, four months," she said, lifting her glass in a silent toast. "If you've never been you really should go," she enthused, hesitating only for a moment when her mind reminded her how impossible that was. "I mean some day."
Kenzie let the silence settle between them for a moment before raising her glass and clinking it against Andy's. She smiled, a small, encouraging smile and, before she could think to second guess it, scooted forward on her stool, brushing her knees against Andy. "How 'bout you show me some day?" She made a show of waggling her eyebrows and lowering her voice, trying to put a smile back on Andy's face.
"Maybe," she said, her face rewarding Kenize with the bright, pleased smile she'd been after. Her knee pressed back against Kenzie's firmly as she downed the second half of her whiskey. "Maybe I could show you a few things," she continued, playing up an aloof tone even as she leaned closer, a smirk trying to pull at the corner of her smile. "We'll see."
Astrid had been backstage swearing in French at some extension cords that the last band had tripped over and disconnected. They really needed to find another roadie. They were on in a few moments and Lucien was off who knows where and Andy... she plugged the last cord back in and straightened up, moving through the venue now, keen eyes scanning the crowd before she spotted the other woman near where they were serving drinks. When she saw her talking with someone she rolled her eyes good naturedly then snuck up behind Andy, half slapping her on the ass and then smirking at the blonde beside her.
"Viens! Honestly, you lazy Irish, just because tis' St. Paddy's day you think you don't have to work?" Her attempt at Andy's accent was atrocious but it amused her just the same, if nothing else because her favorite thing to do other than giving shit to Lucien was to give it to Andy. She expected nothing less in return of course.
"Oi!" Andy jumped slightly at the sudden slap and turned in her seat to look at Astrid. "Actually that's exactly what it means," she countered, grinning up at her mate. "It's down in the handbook, page twelve, section two. Right above the bit that says I'm allowed, nay, entitled to at least two drinks before any performance," she gestured at her empty glasses, "It's rather thorough."
The girl seemed a bit confused looking at the two of them and Astrid decided to just ignore it as she turned back to Andy. "Well we're about to go back on, chere," she said, hand coming to rest on Andy's lower back for a moment before looking back over at the blond. "If you're not too busy."
"I suppose I can make the time," Andy pretended to gripe, sliding off the stool to follow Astrid on stage. She paused to pull a few bills from her pocket and laid them on the bar under her empty rocks glass. "See you after the set?" she asked Kenzie, amused at the expression on the other woman's face. She took the reaction as confirmation and grinned brightly before turning away to accompany her mate.
In Kenzie's wildest dreams, she never would've imagined that somehow, of all the girls in the bar she could've hit on, she managed to find the one that was in the band she was there to see. At Andy's question, Kenzie nodded, still flabbergasted. She watched the two brunettes walk away, a slight frown creasing her forehead as the taller woman's hand hovered over Andy's lower back. Andy had been responding to her, she was sure, but the other woman...
She downed her drink and dug through her bag for money, laying it on the table and squeezing through the crowd to the front of the stage. If that Andy was Andy the drummer from LML, then that meant the other woman must be Astrid, the bassist. Leaning up against the stage, Kenzie pushed aside her thoughts, chiming in with the cheers of the crowd as the band took the stage.
From behind the drums, Andy winked at her and she couldn't help but grin. They sounded even better than they had last time and she wasn't sure if that was because she was closer to them, or if it was because of the smile Andy had put on her face. Their set flew by and before she realised it, they were leaving the stage and Kenzie wriggled through the crowd, lounging beside the stage door in what she hoped was a supremely nonchalant manner.
By the time Andy got off the stage and eventually pulled herself away from Astrid and Lucien, she was still buoyant and riding high from the performance. And when she exited the backstage and caught sight of Kenzie waiting for her her expression was just as lively and pleased. "So, what'd you think?" She asked as she approached her, schooling her face and attitude into something she hoped was a little more cool and collected.
When Andy headed straight for her, it took a huge effort to keep from smiling like an idiot. "Pretty good," Kenzie shrugged and smiled, hooking her thumbs through the belt loops on her skirt. "I thought the drummer was wicked cute." She couldn't even hide her grin at this, but managed to swallow it before she looked like too much of a fool. "Wish I could buy her a drink."
"Who said you can't?" Andy slipped her hands into her pockets as she took a step closer to Kenzie, shrugging nonchalantly. "From what I hear...she never turns down a pint."
Foregoing her cool for a moment, Kenzie grinned, leaning back against the wall, and arching her back slightly. "She might have to drink that pint alone though," Kenzie waggled her hand in the air and pulled a slight face. "I'm just about completely nutted."
"It's St. Patrick's Day," Andy countered, waving her hand dismissively at Kenzie's acting. "Just about doesn't cut it. If you aren't unmistakeably bolloxed you aren't done."
Pushing off the wall, Kenzie took a moment to gain her balance, the move leaving her brushing against Andy. "Well," she responded, grinning and pressing towards her just slightly. "You've convinced me." She took a step towards the bar then turned back, her grin wider and naughtier. "But I have to warn you, I tend to get really... touchy when I drink." Reaching out, she ran her fingers along Andy's arm before moving away and back towards the bar.
Andy paused as Kenzie's fingers ran over her skin and she stared at her as she turned and started walking away. She cast a quick glance back toward the door, checking in case the other two had followed her yet before promptly hurrying after her new friend, not at all dismayed by her warning.