Eddie Munson - One Shots II

026. Messy

"Ed, you want me to get the first round?" I asked, as we walked into the Hideout.

"Nah, man. I'll get these." He said, waving me off.

"Alright, cool. I'll find us a spot." I said.

"Catch you in a sec, Harrington." He said, migrating to the bar, sidling past various bodies.

I sidled my way to the back of the bar, heading towards the stage, where there was an open mic night in full swing.

It had been a long time since Eddie had stood onstage, his rockstar career more than over, after years of touring, rocking out.

And as I half listened to the voice of whoever was currently singing, a flash of pink caught my eye, as I waited for Eddie.

My eyes migrated over towards the stage, and I suddenly couldn't look away.

I suddenly couldn't take my eyes off the girl, standing behind the mic, singing what I could only describe as quite a raw, honest song.

'You know I'm impatient, so why would you leave me waiting outside the station, when it was like minus four degrees?

And I get what you're saying,
I just, really don't wanna hear it right now,
Can you just shut up for once in your life?'

It was already catchy, and I found my foot tapping along to the beat, as she delicately played an acoustic guitar.

It was clearly about some kind of toxic relationship, maybe one she was still in, or had just left.

The rich, pastel pink that had caught my eye, had been her hair, and it was long, curled, cascading down to the small of her back.

She was wearing an oversized orange and white checkerboard tshirt, with black docs, and white socks with black stripes at the top, strumming a guitar.

'Listen to me, I took your nice words of advice,
About how I'm gonna die lucky if I turn 23....

Ok, so yeah, I smoke like a chimney, I'm not skinny enough and I, pull a Britney every other week,

But cut me some slack, who do you want me to be?'

Various tattoos littered her slender legs, and her arms.

Sure she wasn't skinny, but she was still slim, with curves in the right places.

Her figure definitely complimented her, so did the tattoos, things she clearly didn't believe, based on the lyrics she was singing.

And as I turned to acknowledge Eddie, two beers in his hands, his face completely dropped before my eyes.

"What's the matter?" I asked.

'Cause I'm too messy, and then I'm too fucking clean, you told me get a job, then you ask where the hell I've been, and I'm too perfect, till I open my big mouth,

I want to be me, is that not allowed?

And I'm too clever, and then I'm too fucking dumb, you hate it when I cry, unless it's that time of the month, and I'm too perfect, until I show you that I'm not.....

A thousand people I could be for you,
And you hate the fucking lot....'

"Shit.... That's Lola." He said, as my jaw dropped.

"As in THE Lola? The Lola Hayes you met and were seeing when you guys first went on tour, years ago?" I asked.

"Yeah. Oh god." He said, rubbing his chin with horror and discomfort.