Lowell Tracey is a Rock Star (brainjam) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2016-11-18 18:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, lowell tracey, olivia moore |
Who: Livwell (Liv and Lowell)
What: A Halloween party
When: Halloween, during the Naked Time plot
Where: Lowell's company shindig and then a limo
Warnings/Ratings: Lowell's kind of a creep, but other than that none
Status Complete
Liv couldn’t believe this was actually her life. She was at a fancy record party with Lowell. And he had even dressed up in a costume to match hers. Could he be anymore perfect?
The whole zombie and dream issue lurked in the back of her mind but she was doing her best to ignore it and just enjoy the evening. The fact that the brain she was currently on was on the peppy side definitely helped. “This is so amazing,” Liv gushed for like the tenth time that night. “I can’t believe this is your life.”
Lowell had been feeling good ever since the night before. Things had gotten pretty crazy, cumulating in Lowell trashing the bar he’d been drinking in, but it had been a very good night. He’d drank through his hangover the next morning, and was more than ready to go out drinking with the most smoking albino chick he knew.
He’d even gone all out with his football player costume, complete with the face paint under his eyes and the large shoulder pads that made him look a little strange, but it was cool. This whole thing was great. He’d thought that Liv would enjoy it. The record company mixer was filled with a few other famous musicians, and the support staff. There was live music, though Pocket Dial wasn’t slated to play for the party, and most importantly, there was an open bar. An open bar that Lowell was taking full advantage of.
“Living the dream, Sugar,” Lowell said cheerfully. “I don’t know how people with ‘real’ jobs can do it day in and day out.”
Uh okay, this behavior was a little different. It was usually Liv whose behavior changed. But she brushed it off figuring this was just how he acted at record events. This was her first one after all.
“People like me?” she asked her tone light. She wasn’t offended or anything, he was a musician and she was a ME. Their lives were different. But opposites attracted and all that right?
“Yeah, people like you,” Lowell said. A woman walked past carrying a platter of appetisers, and Lowell grabbed a handful of cocktail shrimp as she passed. “You could always quit your job and become a groupie, you know. Groupies have more fun.”
Liv wasn’t planning in partaking on the eating and drinking at this party. She’d have to add hot sauce to pretty much everything and while Lowell knew that was how she enjoyed her food she didn’t need looks from everyone else at the party.
“I’m sorry, are you joking?” Liv honestly couldn’t tell. Yes they had joked about her being a fan and a stalker and all that. But no way in hell would she give up her job to follow him around. Even if she didn’t need it for the brains, she had her own ambitions in life.
“Why would I joke about that?” Lowell asked, cocking an eyebrow. Who wouldn’t want to be a Pocket Dial groupie? Hell, if Lowell wasn’t in the band, he’d consider it himself. Of course, considering the fact that he wrote most of the songs, they probably wouldn’t be worth listening to if he wasn’t in the band. “It’s not such a bad gig.”
“As much as I would love to spend all my time following you around, I do actually enjoy doing autopsies all day. And helping solve a murder.” Her tone was light still in her perky mood but she was being completely serious. Liv dId love her job.
Lowell screwed up his face in a way that implied he could not understand why she’d be interested in doing autopsies all day. Or even why she’d want to go to a real job at all. Clearly, hanging off his arm was the only way to live.
But he was already bored of the conversation, and was attempting to check out the rather shapely arse of one of the wait staff, except… “Is she supposed to be singing? I could do better than that,” he said, and started to walk toward the stage.
Liv wasn’t sure what the deal with Lowell was. He was acting a hell of a lot different at this event than he usually did. Even with her perkiness Liv couldn’t look past the attitude. This would probably be the last work event for Lowell she ever went to if this was how he acted.
“I’m not really sure?” Liv replied a bit confused. “I don’t work here,” as they had already stated. “But I know you can.” There was no denying what a good singer Lowell was even with his bad attitude.
It didn’t matter if Liv knew he could do better. Everyone else had to know the wonder that was his voice. Not that he wasn’t sure that most people in the room had already heard Pocket Dial, and were, no doubt, huge fans.
Jenny, Lowell’s drummer, made her way to Liv’s side as Lowell climbed onto the stage and took the mic from the confused singer. The band came to a confused stop, and then, at Lowell’s urging, hesitantly started again. “What is he doing? How much has he had to drink?” Jenny asked, a mild look of horror upon her face.
“He doesn’t normally do this?” Liv asked unable to hide the shock from her voice. She honestly thought it was just how he acted at events. Putting on an act or something. Although it was a relieve to know this wasn’t normal. “I’m not sure,” she furrowed her brow as she tried to remember everything Lowell had had to drink. “I haven’t been counting.”
“No,” Jenny said, frowning up at him. “He’s acting the cad though, isn’t he?” Luckily, the two other members of the band were already waiting at the side of the stage for a chance to tear him away from the microphone, and when it came, they did so promptly, Robbie pulling Lowell off the stage while Daniel made a short couple of remarks along the lines of Lowell being such a big fan of the band that he couldn’t help but get up there in his drunken state, and even managed to elicit a bit of laughter before he, too, left the stage.
The band started up again, picking up where they had left off. Lowell was pissed about how quickly he’d been ushered off the stage. “It sounded better when I was up there,” Lowell complained loudly, disabusing anyone close enough to hear of Daniel’s diplomatic white lie. They’d come up again to the girls, and Lowell turned to Liv. “Liv agrees, don’t you, babe?”
Liv hated to admit it but yes, Lowell was definitely acting like a cad. However before she could respond Lowell was being taken off stage. Well, that was somewhat of a relief. To his question she just looked between Lowell, the band on stage, and the rest of Pocket Dial. “I’m staying out of this one,” Liv replied with that cheerleader smile still plastered across her face. “But I think I’m ready to go home now.” Or, get Lowell home and out of there before he could make more of an ass of himself.
Lowell wasn’t. Lowell was ready to stay and party all night light. But as Lowell opened his mouth to tell Liv that he’d be staying the rest of the night with or without her, Jenny instead said “And Lowell will be happy to go with you,” and accompanied the statement with a stern look.
He was almost going to say that he would not, but then he realized, well… he might be after all. He and Liv had been dating forever, and they still hadn’t done much more than make out. And what better time to do that than tonight, on Halloween, when he’d gone through all the trouble of dressing up like one of those American football players for Liv.
“Yeah, okay,” Lowell said, and moved to drape an arm across Liv’s shoulders. “I’ll see you guys later,” he said, winking crudely at them.
Liv suppressed a sigh walking out with Lowell. Of course she wanted to spend time with him, she kind of always did. But his attitude tonight was just a little too much for her. Now she knew how he and all her friends felt when her personality changed. Which meant, she couldn’t really hold it against him. Although this wasn’t a zombie thing. Lowell wasn’t a zombie... yet.
“Thanks for taking me home.” she said cheerfully as they exited the building. She was still on cheerleader brain after all. It was easy to fake the glee.
“Oh, it’s my pleasure,” Lowell said. Once they got outside, he climbed into one of the company limo, the back spacious and private enough, once the driver had gotten his directions and put up the partition that separated the back from the front.
The limo itself was designed for comfort, with plush seats lining the back and one of the sides. On the opposite side, there was a full bar, built into the wall, backlit with a soft blue light. It was this that Lowell reached for first, pouring a glass of wine for both himself and Liv, even pulling out the tabasco sauce that was meant for Bloody Mary’s for her to add to her drink as she saw fit.
“Thanks,” Liv said to both the drink and the tabasco sauce. She put a few drops in her wine and took a sip. Yum.
This was nice so far. It just being her and Lowell. Maybe he’d go back to his usual self now. “So that event was... “ she paused trying to think of the right word. “Different, than I was expecting.”
“Yeah, they should have had us headlining,” Lowell snorted. “Would have been much better.” He gave the driver Liv’s address, and was pleased once the window started to roll up. He placed his hand on her knee, and leaned in toward her. “Though, I have to say, I’m much happier now that it’s just you and me,” he said, sliding his hand up.
Of course Liv wanted to sleep with Lowell. Had thought about it numerous times. At least once, every day if she was being honest. But she couldn’t. And even if she could right now was not the right time. In the back of a limo? After he had been such a douche all night? No thanks.
“Yeah,” Liv agreed shifting in the seat, casually using her hands to brush Lowell’s off her leg. “I do like just spending time with you.” She was being honest at least.
Sex in the back of the limo was like every guy’s dream. Well, it hadn’t been one of Lowell’s until tonight, but hey, why not live in the moment. It was probably just that he’d never thought of it before. Not to be deterred, he placed an arm around her shoulder and leaned in close enough that she’d be able to feel his breath on her skin. “Me too,” he said. “We have been seeing each other for a while now.”
Liv was well aware of that fact. It had been almost two months so yeah if she was human she probably would have slept with him by now. But that didn’t change the fact that she was a bit insulted. Just because they had been dating for awhile didn’t mean he was automatically entitled to get in her pants. “And?” Liv asked squirming out of his arm, not even trying to be subtle about it.
“And,” Lowell said, a little offended that she wouldn’t even let him touch her. What was her deal, “I think it’s time that we stepped things up. It’s not like I don’t have a line of girls who’d want to jump into bed with me, and I’ve been fending them off all this time.”
Okay, that was mildly offensive. More than missy actually. “So just because we have been dating for a few weeks,” or well months “I’m obligated to sleep with you?” Yeah Liv was definitely not a fan of that logic. Even though she probably would have slept with him by now if she was human. Hell she had wanted to plenty of times. But not tonight. Not with what a douche he was being. “Yeah, no thanks. Maybe you should go find one of those other girls.”
“Well, yeah,” Lowell snorted, as if it should be obvious. “Why else would someone date someone?” Really, how Liv could not see that was beyond him. He did pause when she said that he should go after some other girls, and he frowned to himself. That wasn’t what he wanted at all. The only girl he wanted to sleep with was Liv. “I don’t want to fuck anyone else,” Lowell said, but fine. If Liv was going to be like that. “But maybe I will!” He wouldn’t. But maybe that would convince her.
If Lowell wasn’t being such an ass Liv would have been flattered by him not wanting to fuck anyone else. But given how it came out and what he followed up with she was just pissed. “Fine!” Liv snapped. “So for it.” With that she pressed the button to take down the partition. “Pull over here,” she demanded to the driver who reluctantly did. “I’ll get a cab,” she snapped at Lowell getting out of the limo and slamming the door already pulling out her phone to call one of her friends, if they were all busy a cab would do.
Lowell frowned. “Liv!” he called as she climbed out of the limo, but other than scootching closer to the door, he didn’t make much of a move to chase her. He was a rock star. He didn’t chase girls, they chased him. “Where are-” he started, but then she slammed the door in his face. He unrolled the window. “Don’t be like that, baby. Get back in the cab.”
“No thanks,” Liv replied from the sidewalk. “You go ahead and find those other girls. I’ll be fine.” Whenever this phase of his personality passed they could talk again, but for now she needed some space.
“Don’t say I didn’t try,” Lowell said, motioning to the driver to continue on even as he rolled up the window. If Liv wanted to be that way and just sit alone on the street corner instead of in his company, that was her business. Him, he was considering renting a hotel room. Maybe wrecking the place.