Dana loved her boys, she really did, but they were probably the most annoying group of people she'd ever met in her entire life. And that was saying something because she grew up surrounded by her younger siblings and cousins.
She was trying to spend their day off sleeping, so of course her bandmates refused to allow her to do so.
Someone was sitting on her legs, probably Moe, and someone else was holding her cheeks, moving her head back and forth. Definitely Monty.
"Is she awake yet?" Paul asked.
"She is now," Dana grumbled, peeling her eyes open to send them all a dirty look. "Get off of me."
Moe got up from where he was in fact sitting on her legs, but, of course, Monty didn't let go of her because he was Monty and the bane of her existence.
"Your cheeks are really soft," he noted, pressing them so hard he gave her fish lips. Thankfully, he didn't look high, and he seemed sober. That was a good sign. Today was going to be a good day.
She shoved his hands away. "Stop squishing them!"
"But I love your face!" he teased, laughing. This caused Opal, Paul's four month old to shriek with glee.
Dana's heart melted at the sound. "Bring me my niece."
Paul did as instructed, smiling at the sight of her in Dana's arms.
As Opal bounced on her bed, she asked, "Why did you guys wake me up?"
"It's one in the afternoon, for starters," Moe said, poking Opal's tummy to make her squeal. "And everyone wants to come hang."
"Define everyone," she said. She wasn't in the mood for a party. And Monty was in no state to be near a party.
"You know, everyone. Sunset Curve, the Petal Pushers. They wanna have a movie night. We wanna see how long it takes for Ant to start crying during The Exorcist," Monty said with a grin.
Paul scoffed. "You guys are terrible people."
Monty shrugged. "You knew that when you met me."
"I guess I'll join," Dana said, wincing as Opal grabbed a fistful of her hair. "But no drugs. Not with the baby here."
"It'll be as clean as a rich lady's bathroom," Monty held up a hand, "Scout's honor."
Dana didn't really trust, as shitty as that sounded, but she knew he'd never do anything to hurt Opal, so she would grant him some grace. She nodded and he smiled.
"Can we watch The Outsiders?" she asked, making everyone groan.
'exchanging looks in a crowded room' for ant. are u picking up what im putting down
if ant is a groupie no he isn't <3 also outsider pov ! everybody say hiii moe
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Moe had been pretty sure that Ant was joking when he claimed he was Sunset Curve's groupie during their first meeting, but now he wasn't sure.
The way he'd been trading glances with Reggie for the entirety of Sunset Curve's set was certainly muddying the waters.
The tension was palpable even as Moe stood on the side of the side, watching Ant in the swaying mass of the crowd. There was a line of gasoline between their gazes, waiting for a match to be lit and ignite it.
Reggie sent him a wink, making the girls in surrounding him shriek. Ant rolled his eyes, even though a smile was tugging on his lips.
Moe smacked Monty on the shoulder to get his attention. "Are Bambi and the bassist fucking?"
Monty looked into crowd and let out a sort of manic witch cackle. "Oh my God. He wants to eat that loser alive."
"I wanna see too," Paul said, coming up behind them. With all the drama of a 1950's actress, he fanned himself with his hand. "Oh, if they're not banging already, they are tonight."
Dana scoffed, as she stood beside Monty. "Why do you care about someone else's sex life?"
"Because if Monty can't fuck him, someone else should. That's just good manners," Paul said. Monty nodded in agreement.
"I'm just nosy," Moe admitted. "And look at them. It's like.. indecent the way they're looking at each other."
He watched Dana watch Ant watch Reggie push his sweaty hair out of his face.
