Malcolm Mclaren Imagines

Notes

I stood in the corner of the room notebook in hand making notes on this supposed band. I rather thought it was all just noise but the culture surrounding them couldn't be denied. Punk was less so music I feel and more of a rebellion against anything that could be rebelled against and in that way I suppose it intrigued me. As the set finished I finished up my review for the paper having another glance over the crowd in case I felt there was anything else of note. Being honestly impressed by some of the clothes and a few of the hairstyles. When I saw him, he leant against the wall close to the band, leather pants hugged his legs, a green shirt with a design I recognized two cowboys touching tips, everything exposed, that's a SEX item, I had seen them before in the shop when I did a write up on the place. And a jacket not sure if it was leather hard to see from here. He was giving me a look, biting his bottom lip a little, giving me a look that said 'what are you doing here?' before his eyes noticed my notebook and a realization hit his eyes turning his bite into a sly smile, he checked around him before he confidently staggered over as the band and their groupies began to drink and make a general ruckus

"Hello" he smiled

"Hi" I smiled back focusing on my notes

"Malcolm McLaren" he smiled offering his hand

And I smirked a little realizing who he was "y/n y/l/n" I smiled giving his hand a shake and he happily gave my hand a kiss

"Miss Y/l/n." He smirked leaning on the bar beside me "I thought I recognized you. You gave us a right up few months back"

"I did yes"

"Come back for more?" He smirked

"Can't deny the public the information they desire" I smiled getting a cigarette

"Of course not. And without It being mangled by your editor to sway the view how he wants it" he smirked offering me his lighter

"Thanks" I smiled while taking it to light my cigarette. "How'd you know he mangled it and I didn't want it that way?"

"I've read what you write when you're allowed to say what you want" he chuckled. "Are you going to be kind to my boys this time?" He asks

"Maybe" I smiled shutting my notebook so he couldn't peer over "you'll just have to wait and see Mr McLaren"

"I could get you an exclusive?" He suggested

"Oh?"

"With the band. Half an hour in their practice space."

"In exchange for what?"

"For you letting me have a look at that before you hand it over to your boss, and perhaps a quick edit if needed of course" he suggested

"Quite an offer." I laughed "but I'll pass"

"An hour."

"A full hour?"

"Full hour. All of them. In their practice space"

"Photo opportunities?"

"Maybe."

"All of them?"

"All of them. I promise"

"And you?"

"Hummm you drive a hard bargain, beautiful. No. Would think you'd be familiar. I don't do your paper, not for any price."

"Humm you'd think as the one wanting you'd be more maneuverable."

"Fine. With me too. One hour. And I want major editing of that" he smirked indicating to my note book

"No deal."