WHEN: April 14, 2023 WHERE: Mudhouse Bar & Venue, Bloodhearth WHO: @dustymarsh
Mudhouse was as clean as the venue’s name implied and Priscilla had already decided to quit the job on her first day at it, but since she’d hauled her pregnant ass all the way down here today she was at least going to get her eight hours worth. Otherwise it wasn’t worth the bus fare.
“Are you with the band?” she asked from behind a clipboard. The clipboard was purely for show. There were papers on it, maybe important ones, but Priscilla couldn’t read and also didn’t care. “I’m supposed to show you to your dressing room if you’re with the band.”
Not that Priscilla had bothered to check them out, but given the general dinginess of the front of house, she could imagine ‘dressing room’ was a far stretch of the truth. Gutted bathroom stall maybe? A mirror taped to the back of a door that doesn’t lock in a room where the lightbulbs have all been smoked out? “You just, you know, you look like you’d be with the band.” It was hard to say whether she meant it as a compliment, an insult, or a neutral and mostly thoughtless observation.
