Nothing

[Cross posted to reznor_q and jared_q]

Trent was totally engrossed in fiddling with a new piece of music ... Still not right. He frowned and tried again changing the tone slightly. "Better but not quite there," he muttered not realizing that there was a figure in the doorway of the small recording studio.

( Jared watched as the other man worked? )

[Crossposted to reznor_q and spacey_q]
[Follows this post - ignore the time lapse, we are ;)]

Kevin peered into the fridge trying to make a decision on what to make for dinner. There were a few vegetables which were starting to look a little wilted so he decided a simple noodle stir fry would use them up. He grabbed them all, a large knife, and started to chop. It was an easy quick dinner and he figured he'd be eating in front of the television within ten minutes.

Trent had hovered outside Kevin's door for several minutes trying to get the courage up to knock. He'd had a few drinks but they felt like nowhere near enough. Do it now or go home, he told himself and reached up to give a couple solid of raps on the door.

( Hey guys this old balding dude thought I actually wanted him )

Hey man! I don't have any candles for you to blow so will Robin do? haha!

Seriously, have a great day and we have to catch up really soon!

P.S. I've booked out a few days of studio time for you next ~ enjoy!!

[Backdated to follow this.]
[crossposted to jake_q, spacey_q and reznor_q]


As they approached the club Kevin held in a gasp as he saw the long queue of people waiting outside. He had been walking alongside Jake psyching himself up that he could do this. However, now he was here and saw how many people were waiting simply to get in his resolve quickly melted. It was not only the size of the line which fed his reserve but the look of the punters. They were all so young, most painfully skinny with low slung tight black jeans or a variety of leather and latex. Their hair was a mixture of black streaked with a hotch potch of purples and bright reds. It didn't help that a young girl barely sixteen he would say wearing a black bustier and one of the shortest pvc skirts he had ever seen came up to him and smiled. "Hey I think your daughter was looking for you. There was some chick who said she left her cell in her dad's car. I think she's over there somewhere," she pointed helpfully. Kevin shot Jake a helpless look. He did not belong here.

( Wrong guy cutie )

Trent put the phone down after sending the message. He knew Robin would
understand.

How can you celebrate a day that you often wish had never happened. Trent’s
birthday would be spent like it usually was; take Poppy for a walk then lock
the doors and gradually drink himself to sleep.

Tomorrow will be just another day.

[Crossposted viggo_q, reznor_q and spacey_q]

For once Kevin actually scanned the floor of the Bayou Bar before he entered. He was hoping Trent might be there. He had no conscious thought of why except that he had actually enjoyed talking to him. Don't be stupid, he won't turn up Kevin reprimanded himself and went up to the bar. At least Viggo was on duty, he was always ready with a smile and a double scotch for the price of a single.

"Kevin," Viggo grinned over the noise around him. "How you doing tonight? Looks like it's gonna be busy."

( You expecting someone or just checking out the scenery? )

[Crossposted to billy_q, valo_q and reznor_q]

"Ten minutes, Ville."

"I know, Stan. I'm almost there." Ville sighed and bent down to lace his boots. The drummer nodded and left again, closing the door. For a moment, it was silent again but Ville knew he would have to face the crowd outside in just a moment. Years ago, this thought would have made him lift his beer bottle. Today, he just cast a short glance at the unopened bottle of pills on his table and instead, swallowed down the rest of his coffee. A swift controlling check in the mirror told him that his makeup was okay.

Closing the door of his room, he wondered if he would recognize people in the audience. His first few evenings had been crowded, the people being hesitant in the beginning, but that had changed already by the time he began his second set. The band was good; nothing extraordinary but they got along well, and they never insisted when Ville wanted changes. He had refrained from playing his darker songs so far but had come to learn that the general audience of the club was actually open for everything new.

( He still had a few minutes. Time for the ultimate test. )

[Crossposted and refers to this and this post.]

Kevin lay on the couch, a half eaten donut on the coffee table. He laughed out loud as Niles was once again off put by Eddy staring at him. He loved Frasier, there couldn't be enough re runs as far as he was concerned.

"Hang on Poppy ... this is the place," Trent said to the dog happily pulling on the lead to keep travelling down the sidewalk. When she bounced over to nudge his hand he scratched her ear and knocked lightly on the door.

(  Trent? he asked shocked to see who was there. )

[Private]

Time kind of flies away from me. I hole up in the studio and only Poppy lets me know it's time to eat or go outside. I've been trying to drink less though - easier when I don't have to talk to people. I do need to talk to Kevin. He was good to me. Maybe I can take Poppy with me.

[crossposted to spacey_q and reznor_q]

[Takes place after this]

Kevin padded through to the lounge room one more time. He had been up and down out of bed to check on Trent more times than he could count during the night. Trent was still sleeping, although Kevin could see that at some stage he had used the bowl he had placed by the couch. He picked it up and threw it in the trash, and then went back to look at the sleeping form. He seemed to be at peace, so Kevin quietly went back through to the kitchen to get some aspirin and water ready. Trent would be sure to need them. He put the coffee pot on as well, for himself but also in case a hit of caffeine would help if Trent woke up.

( Oh fuck! )

[Crossposted to spacey_q and jake_q]

Jake frowned and continued to rub the back of the man who was now slumped on the sidewalk with his head supported on Jake's legs. It was the early hours of the morning and Jake had no idea who he was or what he should do; all he knew was he couldn't just leave him in the gutter.

( Kevin walked along the street whistling... )

[Cross posted to spacey_q and reznor_q]

Kevin circled another possible purchase in his collectors' magazine and took a sip of his coffee. He had closed for lunchtime today. There hadn't been much trade and every now and again he liked to get out rather than stay and eat lunch in the shop. His usual waitress gave him a smile as she handed him his toasted sandwich. He gave a slight smile back and returned his attention to the magazine. There were some good items around, and he might even splash out and buy himself a Darin album he'd been eyeing for a while.

( nothing fucking works in this city these days )

[Cross posted to spacey_q and reznor_q]

Kevin sighed and looked around the store. It seemed to look dowdier and smelt mustier on a quiet business day like this. He had to keep reminding himself that yesterday an avid collector had been in and bought a fair number of records. Otherwise his accountant brain would start a never ending reel of sums which would end up in him just worrying.

(  He was dressed in all black and looked as if he had strayed from one of the Ghost Tours popular among the Gothics )

( Trent's bio )