closed starter for bora winters / @borawinters
Bucket waltzes into the Oasis well before patron hours with the confidence of a Leo man who thinks his band is hot shit - which is exactly what he is. He's seeking out the booking agent (or the owner, or even a secretary) and planning just how desperate with his begging he's going to be, when he spots a well-dressed man down the hall. He's going the other direction and he's on the phone, but neither of those things are important enough to Bucket to stop him from acting like a fool.
" Excuse me! Mr. Handsome! " He knows from the website that the man in charge of the club and the bands that play there is some dude named Bora, but he has no idea who that could be, and he doesn't want to piss anyone off too fast. " Sorry, excuse me, Mr. Man in the suit? Hey! "
Bucket's fast enough to cut the guy off and he skids to a stop in front of him, big smile paving the way for whatever stupid shit is about to pour out of his mouth. " What's up, man? I'm Bucket. D'you know where, uh, Bora is? "