his pr team has been rambling off the plan for this evening — for what feels like the millionth time — the entirety of the car ride. he could recite it , word for word , on his own at this point. he gets it. he hates it. he could think of a thousand things less painful than playing into the fame game. he'd never wanted the stardom , but knew it was the price he had to pay for the success of his band . tonight was the start , there was no turning back now. stepping out of the sprinter van with indigo & their bandmates on his flank , harley shields his face from the incessant camera flashes until he's entering the building . takes a breath , eyes scanning the room as he spots indigo crossing the room towards adriana . perhaps the situation would've been easier if his new girlfriend wasn't already in a relationship with his bandmate . never one to stand for drama, he intended to make this arrangement as uncomplicated as can be . with a drink in his hand & alcohol now in his system, harley finally finds the courage to approach. they could hardly sell a fake relationship if the two barely knew each other behind closed doors. ' here, ' he smiles , holding out a fresh drink for her . ' i overheard indigo order you one before. i suppose a boyfriend should know what his girl drinks, huh ? ' @nxnsense
