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closed starter for logan valentine ( @cherrieswave ) -> sticky fingers bbq

"Ohmigod hiiii Logan!" Merritt trots up behind Logan with a wide smile and bright eyes - a genuinely happy expression, even if she gets the feeling that the venue manager doesn't like having to interact with her outside of the forced proximity at work functions. Sticky Fingers is bouncing with activity: a full dining room of laughing, eating patrons; a harried staff filling orders as fast as they can; a small group of hungry customers milling about the pick-up area, of which Logan (and now Merritt) are apart of. It's her turn to cook dinner, which is exactly why she's waiting for the order she called in this morning.

It's her day off, okay? No one's going to catch her in the kitchen tonight.

Merritt's being maybe a little too friendly, but she's trying to tread carefully. The news of her and Noa's breakup is as public as the rest of their relationship, which means there's no doubt in Merritt's mind that Logan's feeling particularly evil; Merritt's crush on Noa is as obvious as everything else about her. "Don't tell me you're about to take down some ribs in a white t-shirt. That's like, so brave. I feel like I turn into a total rabid dog when I crack open my styrofoam container."

cherrieswave

logan doesn’t even need to see merritt to be annoyed by her presence; her voice does the trick. even if she wasn’t (constantly, obviously, desperately) trying to fuck noa, logan can’t imagine a world in which she’s a fan of merritt’s; she’s always been too practical by half to be anything but annoyed by all the woo-woo shit. it’s hard enough to take juno seriously all the time, and she likes juno. besides, there’s no way the universe would share its secrets with someone so fucking annoying. her eyes flick dismissively across merritt, “hey,” she volleys back, though her tone should make it clear merritt’s not a welcome presence. one eyebrow arcs in response to merritt’s observation. she exhales a huff of humorless laughter. “it’s not brave. i just don’t eat like a dog.” the kid at the counter calls out a name that doesn’t belong to either of them, and logan folds her arms over her chest. “i thought you guys had a rotating schedule of who cooks.” which she only knows because monty has talked about shane’s cooking like he’s going to file adoption papers. maybe the only way merritt can compete is by outsourcing to sticky fingers. given logan is also standing in line for takeout, she shouldn't judge. that doesn't stop her.

#u didn't give me nothing. EYE gave u nothing #int.#merritt.

marlowesinclairs

"I'm not sure if I should chalk that up to you wanting the business, or—" Marlowe murmurs, and they nudge their empty shot glass forward. "If you're just being hospitable. Either way..."

Their gratitude is made apparent. It wouldn't be much of a homecoming tour if they didn't have a venue at home to perform at. It wouldn't be the same in Columbus or Cincinnati, even at the prospect of a bigger audience size being possible. Colossal deserved the intimacy of Fight Club and familiarity of musicians on the rise of popularity performing for them.

Who would they be without their first fans?

"It was good. The crowds were bigger than expected, not that they don't deserve it."

The sudden influx of popularity that could be seen in real time was a motivating factor that kept Marlowe on track.

( As if they ever had trouble staying on track before... )

Whereas for some others, it was potentially dizzying and too mind blowing to take in stride.

"It's a good time for some R and R, but I'm already looking forward to the next tour."

Or single.

Or EP release.

"I'm surprised this is the first you're hearing about it," Marlowe pries with the subtle narrowing of their eyes. "Unless you already got the details and you're just asking to make conversation. Either way, it was the most fun I’ve had in a while."

cherrieswave

“oh, no, i want the business,” logan confirms, though she’s smiling when she says it. dutifully, she refills the shot glass in front of marlowe. briefly, her eyes flick to the clock on the wall to check how long she’s been keeping the openers waiting. longer than they would want, she’s sure, but she wasn’t impressed by them during their sound check; she doesn’t anticipate them lasting long. she looks back at marlowe. “but either way, you’re welcome.” she hums in acknowledgment of marlowe’s comment on what 2nd heaven deserves, avoiding giving her own opinion on the matter. it’s not that she disagrees, it’s that she doesn’t want to actually say she agrees. luckily, they turn the conversation back towards themselves. logan snorts. “how about you finish this tour first,” she says like their ambition isn’t the thing logan admires most about marlowe. “no, this is the first time i’ve heard of it.” she was too busy fighting with noa the night before to get a rundown of how the tour went. shifting her weight to rest her hip against the bar, logan crosses her arms over her chest. “but here’s hoping we both get lucky and you’ll be back on the road having the time of your life sooner rather than later.” she spins the cap of the handle that’s still open. “not that i’m trying to get rid of you. just the rest of them.”

#int.#ft. marlowe.

grantwishs

“noa,” she manages to keep a straight face yet avoids making eye contact with logan. eventually, ana looks up and breaks, chuckling at her own joke. it’s funny because it’s so outlandish. noa isn’t on her radar, not like that. he's famous for his singing voice and his ability to piss her off, which she assumes logan would understand better than anyone else. however, ana does appreciate having another person who is watching out for victor. so, he does have that going for him. “no, it was someone i met at jukebox last week and it was terrible,” she takes a quick sip of the redbull before placing it down, ready to fully immerse herself into the story. “he was already a boring date, but then an hour went by and we ran into his girlfriend.” ana's whole body shudders, remembering how awkward and uncomfortable the situation was. it doesn't get much worse than that. “safe to say he isn’t the one. and neither was the guy from last week, or three weeks ago… ugh, all these men suck. are you sure you want to be single again?”

cherrieswave

neither amusement nor annoyance crossing logan’s face at ana’s comment, instead she simply waits for ana to say who she was actually out with. her lack of concern proves justified when ana lets out a laugh, and her patience rewarded with an honest answer. there’s a part of logan that sympathizes with ana’s plight — she’s been on her share of bad dates — but something about ana’s tone doesn’t resonate. maybe that’s because for as long as logan’s known her, she’s considered ana to be kind of a prude (though she imagines ana would insist, much like her movie double, that she’s just highly selective), but either way, her heart doesn’t seem to be in it. logan’s eyes narrow slightly; not out of suspicion, just in observation. “sure, the men suck,” logan shrugs. “but has the sex at least made one or two of the dates worth your time?”

#int.#ft. ana.

birdiesugano

for @cherrieswave at fight club, saturday 5pm

Birdie had already exhausted every possible avenue, stopped every crew member, only to be met with the same answer: "Ask Logan."

They didn't want to ask Logan. They didn't want to see Logan. They'd much prefer if they didn't have to be in the same building at all.

Something sour rose up in the back of their throat, and they forced themself to stop and take a few deep, calming breaths. They rolled their shoulders as if it would physically shake the antipathy creeping up the back of their neck.

When they finally managed to find her, they stopped again and schooled their features into neutrality.

"Hey," they urged, with a light squeeze to Logan's elbow. It was familiar, friendly in a way the two of them weren't. But Birdie just needed to get through this show without issue. Needed it desperately.

"We're missing a wedge and no one seems to know where it is. Any ideas?"

cherrieswave

when logan feels a hand at her elbow, the last person she’s expecting to see at the other end of the hand is birdie. logan turns, not returning the greeting but also not telling them to fuck off, and her expression is expectant. “any ideas?” she repeats, disdain seeping into her words. “no. it’s not my job to keep track of your shit.” it might not be her job to keep track of their shit, but it is her job to make sure the night runs smoothly. and fortunately for birdie, logan cares about her job more than she hates them. so despite her words suggesting otherwise, logan isn’t completely ignoring birdie’s request. she heads to the supply closet — managing to suppress her annoyance when she hears birdie’s footsteps behind her — and grabs an extra wedge. “here,” she says, tossing it to them. “don’t lose this one. we’ll charge you for it if we don’t get it back at the end of the night.”

#this is kinda lame... my bad <3 #int.#ft. birdie.

marlowesinclairs

A ghost of a smirk twitches at the corner of their mouth, and Marlowe's eyes drop down to the offered shot. They take it without much reluctance, making a mental toast to a successful tour run. "Noted," they reply, right as they toss it back. The glass makes a clink against the bar when it's placed back down.

"Most personalities I deal with are malleable, and I'm the face of the business end of it." Even if at some points, Marlowe might give stern reminders from time to time. That's more of a preventative than anything, when likely there isn't much to worry about. What they wonder is if Logan caught the stray there.

Marlowe shrugs and regards her with an amused grin. "You can't count, so our perfect score won't be skewed by your bias. But, I appreciate you holding their final tour date here."

cherrieswave

“right,” logan scoffs. yeah, marlowe is easy enough to deal with, but do they seriously expect them to believe a band with noa, julien, and andie never had any diva moments? she’s not a fucking idiot. “don’t worry about it,” logan dismisses their gratitude with a wave of her hand, “i would’ve been pissed if you tried to take them anywhere else.” not that there’s another venue in town for them to go to, but the sentiment remains. “how was tour, anyway?” as loathe as she is to admit it, logan’s invested in 2nd heaven, secretly rooting for their success no matter the status of her and noa’s relationship. her life would be so much easier if they sucked. not that she’s going to admit that, content to pretend like she’s asking purely for curiosity’s sake. logan raises the handle and her eyebrows, as she waits for a response, silently asking marlowe if they want another shot.

#int.#ft. marlowe.

grantwishs

ana can’t offer much assistance. her knowledge behind the bar only goes as far as pouring beer from the tap, water from the fountain, and mixing a few basic drinks. and yet, you won't hear her complaining since she’s able to sneak a few for herself in the process. logan’s touch is unexpected when it reaches her back. nonetheless, ana follows its implied direction. she stops swaying to the music long enough to allow logan the space she needs before reaching across the counter again for empty cups. by the second song, everyone is settled in. the band has the audience’s full attention and the bar line's died down. ana is placing the dirty dishes in the bar sink when logan is (almost?) passing her a redbull. “a 2nd heaven groupie? are you drunk already?” the music is great, she’ll proudly admit it. but, the last thing she’s ever felt is the desire to follow around the band members in order to sleep with them. “oh, come on,” ana rolls her eyes, deciphering the real question that’s written between the lines, “noa and my’s good is about the same as his and your’s bad… without the sex, obviously— i’ll take that, thank you—” she does a terrible job hiding her smile as she snatches the can from logan’s hand. “you don't have to worry about me. i had a date last night.”

cherrieswave

her question wasn’t even about noa. or, it wasn’t entirely about noa, as her and noa aren't together. what, or who, he doesn’t isn’t her problem. what it was actually about is her breakup induced desire to punish anyone with personal affection for any member of 2nd heaven. (and it certainly doesn’t hurt that despite ana being obviously gorgeous, logan isn’t stupid enough to think noa would be interested in her.) still, she doesn’t argue, accepting ana’s denial and letting her swipe the can from her grasp. logan’s eyebrows raise with ana’s news. “did you?” she asks with a grin. it’s a pleasant surprise. while logan doesn’t know ana well, she’s developed an unexpected fondness for her. part of that fondness stems from logan assuming ana has set her standards so high because she’s a prude and being endeared by these perceived qualities, but she’ll happily trade that for some juicy gossip. “with who? and was it any good?”

#*touches the scars from where you cut ur reply* please stop.... for me #int.#ft. ana.

closed starter for: @grantwishs time & location: saturday night @ 8:30ish pm, fight club

it’s not a surprise to see ana behind the bar between the opener’s set and 2nd heaven. her drink running is a term of her free entry to shows, but it seems like ana’s bar-tending is even more half-assed than usual tonight. not that logan cares; as far as she’s concerned, they can come to the bar if if they wants a drink. but it does make the cramped space even more crowded. one hand drops to ana’s waist to announce her presence behind her, and it slides across the small of her back as she slips past her to grab a redbull. logan hasn’t seen monty in a second, so she pours a shot into her cup before emptying half the redbull into it. she holds the can out to ana in offering. “wait,” her eyes narrow slightly as she pulls back slightly. “first tell me you’re not a groupie.”

#go girl give us nothing <3 #int.#ft. ana.

marlowesinclairs

CLOSED STARTER for @cherrieswave when & where: thirty minutes before doors at fight club

The venue remains empty, the quiet before the perfect storm with the stage lights warming up overhead. Marlowe stands in front of the stage, their hands in their pockets and scanning the setup with a careful eye.

Footsteps behind them have them tossing a quick glance over their shoulder, until their expression falls in the slightest. There's no personal ill feelings toward Logan, but that doesn't negate any lingering worries.

"Should I be keeping an eye out for eggs flying through the air later?"

Not that Marlowe expects an actual attempt at sabotage during the performance, but they sometimes feel like they're playing a game of 'the floor is lava' when it comes to Logan and Noa or Julien or Birdie, where the lava is whatever beef is happening in real time.

cherrieswave

logan rounds the corner, heading back to the bar to get vodka for the openers. she assumes the room will be empty, with both bands in their respective green rooms, but of course marlowe’s there, inspecting the stage. after grabbing a handle, she heads their direction. they haven’t actually spoken yet, with logan doing everything in her power to avoid 2nd heaven, but she’s got no issue with marlowe. egging isn’t really logan’s style, but she shrugs. “yeah, you should.” she holds the vodka out to marlowe as a peace offering. “but i’d bet you have to worry about that at every show. you hardly picked them for their personalities; they probably piss someone off everywhere they go.”

#int.#ft. marlowe.

closed starter for: @noasweettime & location: friday night @ 8:45 pm, logan's apartment

it’s unusual for logan to be in her apartment on a friday night. there aren’t many options for nightlife in colossal, but logan’s managed to make the most of it up until this weekend, where she can’t seem to escape the sound of noa sweet’s voice. the town is feeling too celebratory about 2nd heaven’s homecoming for her liking. she already had to dedicate her entire week to planning their return, she doesn’t need to hear their entire discography when she’s just trying to get drunk and not think about the show tomorrow. but regardless of what the rest of the town’s up to, logan’s not going to hide in her apartment like a loser. instead, she dialed dan pinkerton’s number and told him to come over — and to pick up chinese on the way. takeout containers were hardly touched and promptly abandoned on the coffee table. now, logan is on dan’s lap in nothing but her underwear. they don’t get much further before they’re interrupted by a knock at the door. “ignore it,” logan mumbles against his lips, though the visitor can almost definitely hear the record playing through the door. though she fully intends to wait out the visitor, she doesn’t quite have the patience for it. when they knock again, logan lets out a frustrated groan and climbs off dan’s lap. “coming!” she yells, grabbing her tank from where she’d discarded it on the floor and tugging it over her head. she yanks open the door, and her her expression doesn’t falter when she sees it’s noa standing there. “what?”

#int.#ft. noa.

𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐀𝐍 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄; as 𝑡ℎ𝑒 𝑣𝑎𝑚𝑝.

perfume lingering on someone else’s pillow; your presence not so easily forgotten, a borrowed leather jacket over a silk slip dress, being sweat-soaked and swaying to the bass in a sea of strangers, a laugh like the sound of a slot machine jackpot; tempting those that hear to test their luck, heat lightning in late summer.

walkman rotation. around the furn by deftones, love deluxe by sade, live through this by hole, 2nd heaven by 2nd heaven

#intro.

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