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Tagging: Noah Pearce and Ella Renthorpe
Time: September 25th, 1:59am
Location: The Rockhouse
Calloused fingertips slowly moved down the neck of a guitar, gathering a grip on the instrument and guiding it into its worn, thin cover. Noah was beginning to feel the affects of late nights and running on three hours of sleep, and it showed in his snail-like movements. The crowd noisily stumbled out of the establishment doors over twenty minutes ago, but Noah was stretching his time at the Rockhouse. Usually this was how he was guaranteed a drink or two, at least while Joel was on the clock. No patrons or shift manager meant no eyes to watch what might be considered against Rockhouse policy. Smirking, he adjusted the strap of the guitar bag and slung it over his arm, hopping down from the small stage, the heaviness of his boots against the polished floors disrupting the silence of the bar. Given the chance he'd probably crash here if he could, and that idea was sounding more appealing as he thought about - the walk home was never something he looked forward to, and from what it looked like, Joel wasn't here tonight so there went his chance of asking for a ride home.
A few of the Rockhouse employees were moving about, cleaning and putting things back in place, paying no mind to the fact that Noah was still here, and of course, there was also her. There wasn't a day or night he was here and she wasn't, but each time he saw her he was stuck between being reminded of a past that consisted of good times, and the fact that he would always feel the need to keep his distance. Hello, goodbye - that was what their relationship had become...except for these kind of nights.
He took the pick from between his lips, an unexpected smile showing once he noticed her moving around the bar, her willowy figure and head of purple hair not easily mistaken for anyone else who worked here. Ella stuck out like a sore thumb, and the way she carried herself showed she didn't mind that she did. Noah could admire that, but at the same time Blaise gave him about 100 other reasons why he shouldn't. Just the fact that she was his ex was reason enough for Noah to keep a line between them. He didn't hate Ella, but she was far from being someone he loved or cared for, and he was certain she felt the same about him too. He didn't expect that to ever be something that would change, and as long as Blaise was someone Noah depended on and cared for as a friend - a brother even - it never would. Bros before hoes or whatever they say.
Noah took deliberately slow steps towards the back of the bar, his fingers forcing back a mess of blonde hair. He almost made the decision to just go right, but that meant going home without a buzz. He'd find a way to get a drink out of her. "How was it?" He leaned the guitar against the bar, and pointed his thumb over his shoulder. "It meaning the show." His smile he had before was wiped off, a sly smirk as its replacement.
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