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Lachlan Viney
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decided i want to post this outside of the other post too and have it be rebloggable this time :) i drew this for @deathdetermineslife a while back ^^ art history 4ever
Hannah had a long day.
Monica got on her ass again for not contacting her immediately after her job was completed, Hannah had to go home and change from ruining her nice outfit with blood splatter, and her body still has the unfortunate aches from being shoved into that wall earlier today. The guy got pissy before she eventually killed him.
But look at her now. Sitting at a nice bar, in nicer clothes, and giving the bartender a nice smile when she orders another drink. She's feeling absolutely great... yeah.
She's also beyond shitfaced but that's besides the point. The point is, she's bored. Tremendously, and no one in here seems to catch her eye. She leans back in her seat with a heavy sigh; how unfortunate. There is one number belonging to a certain someone, one her inebriated mind is surprised to know she remembers.
Her phone rings, an annoying chime that drills into her head and only gives her momentary relief in between those brief pauses, but a smile spreads onto her face when she hears it's been answered and her voice makes that very aware.
"Heyyyy, crooner. What took ya so long ta answer?" Her voice is laced with her own grin, and she wanders from the bar counter to the unoccupied couch on the other side of the room, pushing through her own double vision as she sprawls out across it. "Am I not 'hot redhead' on your phone or something? But– listen, got something super super important to tell you. Listen ta what the bar 's playin' right now."
The phone sounds like it shifts before the music is playing more clearly now, the lyrics coming through.
"You know I wish that I had Jessie's girl. I wish that I had Jessie's girl. Where can I find a woman like that?"
"Crazy stuff, right?" Hannah's back with the phone to her ear, clearing her throat and getting right back into her talking. "'Minds me of that night. I swear no one gives two shits 'bout anyone who performs there. You should'a asked for a– a bonus or whatever. Guy who manages the joint's kinda a dick. Could'a killed him for ya... oops, wait, can't say that.
...You kinda look like you could crush a watermelon with your arms, 'n that's weirdly hot. Have you seen those videos? I'd pay to see that 'n person."
@perfectly-intoxicated
After another dud of a gig, Lach wasn't particularly in the best of spirits.
It wasn't like he'd be walking away with nothing he was legally required to be paid after all. But for such a small amount of money, he probably would've had better luck sitting on the street corner and playing for random people.
Now at his apartment, trying to decompress, a phone call isn't exactly on the top of his list of things to experience. But, seeing as he had nothing else to do, and couldn't fall asleep, he figured what harm would it do to answer?
"Hello?"
He wasn't expecting to be met with a very clearly not sober Hannah. It was almost comical how drunk she sounded. He could see the grin in front of him right now, though the rest of her face was a bit of a blur. It's been a minute since he'd seen her... Made him wonder why, out of all people, she'd call him.
"Unfortunately, despite how attractive you are, you're just Hannah on my phone. Sorry to disappoint." He humors, before listening to what she was trying to show. Jessie's Girl, the song that he'd played for her when they met. The song he'd dedicated to her. Quite the coincidence.
"Well, y'know, I can't exactly afford to be picky. Gotta eat, gotta pay rent, gotta live. But... Yeah, that guy was a dick. Not murder level, but not nice." Though had he not played in that shitty bar, he would've never met her. Wouldn't be laying in his bed, talking on the phone with her.
Before he can get even more contemplative though, she shocks him right to his core. That was certainly blunt. But she didn't seem like the kind of person to beat around the bush when she was sober. This was a privilege to see what little filter she had be removed.
" I mean, never thought about it. I'm pretty strong... Probably could. If you're willing to pay, maybe I can start selling videos of me crushing fruits." Hell, people pay for tons of things. Maybe Hannah was actually a secret genius.
Overhearing my students’ conversation and hearing “lucky block”, “Lachlan”, “Jerome”, “Preston”, and “Minecraft hide and seek” was INSANE. I watched those YouTubers 13 years ago when I was the same age as my students are now 😭
I’d like to talk about my close friend Lachlan for a moment, if that’s alright.
It has really been rough finding out about all this, and I really do hope he rests well with his lovelies. Lachlan was truly an amazing friend, and he always showed support when we needed it. He was kind hearted, creative and all around a great person.
Lachlan was a huge part in creating my selfship server, he helped out with setting things up and was an amazing moderator. In the grand scheme of things, a discord server is not a big deal, but to me it meant the world. He immediately offered his support with setting everything up without wanting anything in return.
There is one interaction we had that has really stuck with me. I had been freaking out about doubles, and he came to me with a Fieon piece.
This art will forever stick with me, and I hope I expressed to him just how much it meant to me that he cared so much.
Recently I’ve been seeing insensitive things said about him after he passed. And I’d just like to ask.. why? He has done nothing but good. He was an amazing person. So many people in the selfship community were in distraught finding out about his passing, me included. So why do you have to make it about negative things, instead of focusing on the positives? Can we let him rest?
I will miss you so much, Lachlan. Thank you for allowing me to be your friend. 🕊️
Doodling A GUY
A dead guy
Edit:
Dead Guy has colors now! But still no name 😩 Gotta fix that soon