ole cole miller

picking humble truths from the teeth of the beast.

[jillsandwich]

[faulkhq]

Of course they are, most of those groupies have been waiting on this day since the tour began. Look, the tour will be fine, that’s the important part.

It’s Ms. Ashwood, please. And I’ll be just fine once that prick signs the papers. Care for a cigarette? Or a Rolls Royce?

[olecolemiller]

That's true, that is the important part, which is great news for the solo acts, and AM FM PM. It'd be a shame to lose the recognition they've gained over an absent guitarist.

Right, Ms. Ashwood. Oh, no, no thank you, I don't smoke. A Rolls-- no, I'm, I'm all right, thanks.

[faulkhq]

God, he’s been holding that over everyone’s heads for years now - without  a band and a manager, he hardly has any motivation to do anything. So I wouldn’t hold my breath on that one, chap.

[olecolemiller]

Right, I see. Well, thanks for clearing things up for me. The girls are going crazy will all kinds of false information.

...Are you going to be all right, Mrs. Jacks?

[faulkhq]

Of course, the heads of the label aren’t stupid - they’ve always had a replacement for Peter at hand. Back in England, he’d get so shitfaced that he’d hardly make it to the studio, so someone was always able to fill in. Despite what he might say, Peter Jacks is not irreplaceable.

[olecolemiller]

Got it, thanks. Is he going to be pursuing a solo career now?

[faulkhq]

Well, Peter’s gone and he’ll probably never play with Jack again, so I suppose that, for now, things for The Wilde Things aren’t looking too hot.

[olecolemiller]

Do you think they'll find a replacement for him in time for the next show?

[faulkhq]

Well, I’ll certainly give you something to print if that’s what you’re after.

[olecolemiller]

Um, no, mostly I'm just trying to find out if the Wilde Things are broken up or leaving the tour, or both.

[livnash]

Yeah, but I won’t be working with you, and that’s kind of a bummer, too. I mean, all the other journalists I get paired with, they don’t let me get away with drinking their liquor cabinet. Still, I got some great shots of Peter stormin’ off, wanna see?

[olecolemiller]

Oh, I'm sure you'd be able to charm them into it. Pft, sure. Are they really over?

[livnash]

Wait, so, if The Wilde Things are done, am I out of a job? But I just paid off my rent on my apartment!

[olecolemiller]

I don't think so. There's still the other two bands, and then all of the solo acts. Even if it is, you'll find something else. You're pretty good with that thing.

[ruby-powell-richards]

Well I’m already doing the job, pet. I just don’t get paid for it. 

Now are you sure? Because I have some vintage Bordeaux back up in my suite that I think you’d just love.

Goodness, would you listen to that shouting?…They were her favorite earrings?

[olecolemiller]

I'm really not much of a drinker, ma'am.

You know, I don't really care about the details of it. The earrings, I mean. How she lost them, all that, it's not relevant to me. I'm only wondering if they're lost for good. I suspect we're gonna find out pretty soon though, huh? Walls like paper.

[ruby-powell-richards]

Absolute rubbish! Marianne’s just lost an earring, and she’s throwing a wobbly about it, don’t pay any attention to the shouting. 

I like your shirt. Would you like a cup of tea? Champers?

[olecolemiller]

Ah, right. They might have better luck if they hired you as the minder, Mrs. Richards. I mean, about finding that lost earring.

No, thank you, I'm all right.

[ruby-powell-richards]

No! No! Not at all!…I mean, is what true?

[olecolemiller]

The Wilde Things are leaving the tour? Or they're breaking up or, or something? The girls aren't too dependable for information...

[olecolemiller]

So... it's true then?

[livnash]

And you should’ve played along with it! Oh, they’ll get over it soon enough - it’s the fucking press they asked for, isn’t it? That article gave everyone recognition and a slot in Rolling Stone, so they can deal with a little bit of ‘bad press’ — being a whiny rock star is bad press of their own making. You know I’m kidding, you’re fine, people dig that whole quiet writer thing, so stop sitting on your ass and do something about it. Well, yeah, but it’s fun.

[olecolemiller]

I'm not nearly desperate enough to pretend to be Peter Jacks for anything. You know someone scolded me for making him look like a villain? It's... God, I don't even want to think about it anymore. I am doing something. I'm drinking with you and that's good enough for me. You have a weird definition of fun, Nash.

[livnash]

Says the guy who just had a girl snogging him out of the blue - come on, stop being such a twerp and get laid already, it’s getting really depressing. I’ll be your wing-lady, you know, talk about all your strengths. Like, how you… uh… well, there’s your… you know, you have a great personality. Come on, if you’re gonna take the night off, go all in, right? Have I ever lead you astray?

[olecolemiller]

She was drunk. And she thought I was Peter Jacks. It's hard enough just being friends with anyone... Frankly it's hard enough leaving my room without getting glared at by everyone that knows who I am. A great personality? Right, fantastic. Always. Every time you lead me, actually.

[livnash]

No problem, I actually suggest you keep up your abstinence and I’ll keep taking ‘em for the team. Well, hey, I won’t argue with that, you’ve been too wound up anyway. Yep, that’s actually pretty dramatic - but fine, have your chaser. This is only the first round, though, so be cool about it.

[olecolemiller]

Oh, sure, I'll keep up my abstinence, I'll just have to go on fending off the girls who are just dying to sleep with me. God knows that'll be a challenge. Wait-- the first round? No, no, no, I said a drink, I was very careful about that.

[livnash]

Of course, I kind of had to, just like I have to have enough sex for the both of us, it’s just a ratio thing, man. What brought this on? You’re not, like, having a mental breakdown or something, because that’s a serious buzzkill. Fuck that, we’re getting bourbon in you.

[olecolemiller]

Pfft, right, and thanks for jumping on that grenade for me. No, no, nothing like that. Just figured I'd take the night off, you know? W-wait, what, bourbon? Liv, not to be dramatic, but I'll die. Can we at least put some Tab in it?

[livnash]

Do you know how long I’ve been waiting to hear you say that? Shit, Miller, I thought you were dry!

[olecolemiller]

Well, I figured you drank enough for the both of us. But tonight feels like a good night to let go a bit. So, how's about some peach schnapps, huh?