Cause everybody knows
The things she does to please
She's just a little tease
See the way she walks
Hear the way she talks
On a clear Friday night in the middle of April 2004, Faye Jones walked into a pub called The Boardwalk, on her own. She was a little early. She didn't order anything, but she sat down in the back and switched her attention to the four lads who were playing a song on the stage. Twenty minutes later, it would be grabbed by someone else.
"Happy birthday love," a voice said from Faye's side. It was Alex, balancing two pints and a shot glass in his hands. She was about to remark on the pet name but right now she was just happy to see those full glasses.
"Oh, you've saved me," she says with an exhale.
"You're that happy to see me, eh?," he chuckled and set the glasses down on the table. Faye didn't look pleased with the smug tone. He sat down on the chair next to her at their table at the back.
"The band were fucking wank and I'm not having a nice time." She picked up the shot glass and threw it down her throat. She scrunched her face up from the taste.
"Fuck off, you really got me tequila?"
"I don't know what you like," Alex shrugged. "Is the band really that bad?"
"Oh no, they're super cool. Look, the singers got a glass of white wine," she said sarcastically and giggled. "The song before you got here was about bloody San Francisco, as if he's ever been further than fucking Rotherham."
"That bad eh?"
"Mhm, and the bassist keeps going off to the bathroom between the songs and then rubbing his nose the whole fucking time. No discretion at all," she shook her head.
"I'll give 'em a chance," Alex shrugged.
"You don't take my word for it?"
"Definitely not."
Faye scoffed.
When Alex and Faye had drunk the majority of their beers and chatted for a bit, the break was over. The singer sat down on a chair with an acoustic guitar and cleared his throat into the microphone. The bored faces in the back waited for them to start playing again.
"This next tune is called Central Park love," the singer said.
"Fucking shoot me," Faye groaned and Alex laughed loudly at the horrible cliché. Some sappy pretentious song started playing.
"Yeah this is shite. Wanna go for a smoke so we won't have to hear it?"
"Yes please," she answered and they stood up and went outside. Faye put her jacket on top of her green dress while Alex left his at the table to make sure nobody sat down in the meanwhile. Alex handed Faye one of his Marlboros and lit it for her once they were stood by the brick wall.
"So what do you want to know then?" She asked and Alex frowned.
"Huh?"
"We're supposed to get to know each other, no?"
"I don't think that's how it works," he smirked.
"How is it supposed to work then if not by asking questions? We can't talk about anything if one person doesn't know the other, so they need to ask each other stuff to find things to talk about."
Alex sighed. "Do you always have to ruin things with logic?"
"Yes."
"Your turn."
Faye rolled her eyes. "That doesn't count."
"Fine. Uhm... What do you want to do with your life?" Alex asked instead.
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Lairy girls and boys in bands
Fanfiction"You ruined my night," he said quietly, right in front of her face. Faye's eyes flickered down to Alex's lips and up to his eyes again. When he saw her do that, his eyes softened for a second. She looked so irresistible in the dimmed light. --- Tee...
