closed starter: @shanepcrker location: firefly brewery
I miss the sound of your voice Loudest thing in my head
With a quiet groan, only audible to her through the noise of the live music and busy atmosphere, Lana leaned back in her seat. She wasn't sure she could stomach much more of this. It'd been a long day. One that had started before sunrise so that she could make it to the airport for the check ride she'd had scheduled that morning, and ended with rearranging the feed storage.
Now the singer was after her broken heart. Crooning a song that reached it's hand into her chest and gave that beating thing inside an uncomfortable squeeze.
I miss the pull of your heart I taste the sparks on your tongue
The drink in front of her was finished, and while Lana had been tempted to order another to let the alcohol seep into all the sharp edges of her life and soften them up for a short reprieve—she'd seen him inside. Other than a glance here and there they were doing their usual avoidance. She'd lost sight of Shane some time ago. If only because Lana hadn't been keen on looking up. Her dark eyes had stayed on her drink, looking for answers in a place she'd never receive them, or they kept clocking the door. The bartender had thought she'd been waiting on someone, and maybe that was how it had appeared since the place was lively and most were socializing, but she'd kept plotting escape.
I see angels and devils And God, when you come on
That was it. Lana had cracked. The words sung over the bar at the exact moment she'd looked across it and had caught eyes with the one it had been meant to end up so differently with. It wasn't enough that he'd haunted her all around town since she'd moved back. Shane was in the back of her mind no matter where she'd moved or what she'd taken on in life. After she slipped off the seat and her boots hit the ground Lana pulled some cash from her pocket to pay for her beers and leave a tip, then she rushed for the door without another glance his way.
Outside she sucked in the cooling night as her legs slowly carried her in the vague direction of her truck. Tears stung at her eyes as Lana lolled her head back on her shoulders. Was her life meant to be in constant mourning of something? Always to be in a state of missing? She wasn't drunk, not even buzzed, but still she wasn't storming to her truck and racing off. With a pat of her fingers against the front pocket of her vintage Levi's she registered the location of her keys and faintly heard the sound of the brewery's door opening.
Just pull me down hard And drown me in love
The words were faint against the quiet of the night outside and with the more steps she put in-between herself and the entrance, but the lyrics still attempted to strangle her as the singer held that last line especially long. Maybe to twist the knife. "Why do you hate me?" Lana muttered under her breath, speaking to herself.












