Aria Dixon // Euterpe (museicalme) wrote in monte_logs, @ 2012-03-17 12:33:00 |
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Current mood: | drunk |
Current music: | Flogging Molly - Devil's Dance Floor |
Entry tags: | [event], ares, eros, euterpe, heimdallr, iris, min |
her breath began to speak, as she stood right in front of me...
Characters: Aria/Euterpe (museicalme) & OPEN
Date/Time: Saturday 03/17, evening
Location: Finnegan's Wake Irish Pub
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: Drinking, Language
Summary: The Dueling Dixons play a show and Monte's own Dixon ends up horrified.
Notes: I set up the scene, feel free to react. It's drunken shenanigans time!
It was Saint Patrick's Day, and on top of all the drinking and green-wearing, the residents of Montenegro were being treated to a free show courtesy of the popular Irish folk-rock band The Dueling Dixons (so named because the lead singer/fiddle player and tin whistle player are twins who have an unhealthy love of competing). As they whipped through such favorites as 'Some Say the Devil is Dead' and 'Whiskey in the Jar', the beer was flowing and the crowd was on their feet.
Once they had the audience fully engaged and right where they wanted them, Liam Dixon decided to unveil his ace in the hole and called Aria up to the stage. Dressed appropriately in a clingy green number that left little to the imagination, she joined her father and the band for a rousing take on 'What's Left of the Flag' as well as 'Rebels of the Sacred Heart' before taking the tin whistle from her uncle Conner.
It was definitely a party up in there, but like most good parties something had to happen to spoil the buzz. In this case, it was Liam Dixon deciding to remind his only child that he hadn't changed one bit in a most definitive fashion. As Aria launched into the opening notes of 'Devil's Dance Floor', her father pulled two girls out of the audience -- Jon's little sister Jasmine, and Aria's sister in muse-ness Melody. Paying little mind to it -- it was traditional to pull girls up on stage to dance around and her father was a natural showman -- she just kept on with her part. That is, until her father decided to grace both lovely ladies with some Blarney Stone-tainted kissing. And not just little pecks, either, these were full-blown lean her back and savage her face style snogs.
The audience whooped and hollered, and Aria saw red. It didn't help that despite only having one drink (to calm her nerves, she swore) she was feeling more on the tippled side than she thought. Maybe she had forgotten to eat or something. Still, that was no excuse for the white-hot disgust that flooded her system. Dropping the tin whistle, she stomped over to her father, grabbed him by the shoulder, and when he turned to smile at her slapped him full-on across the face before launching into a short but scathing diatribe in Spanish that echoed across the room thanks to the microphones on stage. "Eres un cerdo enfermo, asqueroso! ¿Cómo te atreves a hacerme esto a mí? Tú eres más que una puta glorificado! Te odio, nunca vuelvas a hablarme."
Flipping her hair over her shoulder, she put the great art of the epic flounce to good use as she kept her expression stony, hopped off the stage, and stormed out the side door to the parking lot. Shrugging, the band waited a few moments before picking up right where the song left off.
The show must go on, and all.
(ooc: for any characters who understand Spanish, Aria's rant translates out to - "You're a pig sick, disgusting! How dare you do this to me? You're just a glorified whore! I hate you, never speak to me again.")