"You hit him with your car? That's how you guys met?"
"Yup. And I wouldn't have it any other way."
In which two hot-headed musicians learn to tolerate each other.
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song: string - alex g December 1983
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IT HAS BEEN a while since we'd been to a party just for the sake of it, so when Kirk had suggested we'd go to Louie's Bar for the New Year's party, we enthusiastically agreed.
I slide ontothe seat next to Cliff's, my plate of fries in hand. Everyone at the bar was dancing it out, except for Cliff, who was our designated driver even though I told him I could do it.
"Where's the barbecue sauce?" He motioned to the plate.
"Not here because I don't want barbecue sauce. I asked if you wanted a plate, you're the one who said no." I remind him, causing him to grumble but snatch a fry anyway. I move the plate to the middle for the both of us to eat from as we make conversation.
"God, does he know he's not supposed to shove his entire tongue down her throat?" I mumble in disgust, shuddering at the sight of Lars and some chick practically humping each other on the dance floor.
"Don't stare directly at it, you could throw up on the fries. Look away." Cliff advises, using his hand to shove my face in the other direction. "How he didn't catch a disease until now, I'll never know."
We continue to bicker at Lars and talk about a few other things, but it was hard for me to talk to Cliff when he wasn't even focusing on me. I could tell him that we're getting matching butterfly tattoos and he would mindlessly agree. My eyes squint, trying to let my eye line meet wherever he's looking.
"Holy shit." My jaw practically falls to the ground.
When I saw who he was looking at, I couldn't blame him. There was a girl with bold, fiery red hair and burgundy, almost brown plump lips. She was wearing a white t-shirt with a small Ferrari logo along with a dusty-blue denim skirt. I've seen my fair share of pretty people, but this girl? Honestly one of the prettiest beings I've ever seen.
"So I'm not the only one who sees her?" Cliff murmurs, still unable to look away from her.
"Stop drooling all over the food and go talk to her!" I nudge him, a bright smile on my face but he immediately objects.
"Absolutely not. I've already been staring at her like a fucking creep, I'm not gonna embarrass myself and let her reject me in front of her friends, Liv. For now, I'll just admire from afar." He concludes. Cliff has never been this way about anyone, and usually when he does find someone, he's a lot more confident in contrast to now.
