°YOU DRIVE ME MAD°

×one× The Lazy Pug

September 27th, 2015

.3rd person pov.

"Aye lids you fancy heading down to the Lazy Pug?" a blue-eyed, brunette haired Van Mccann asked his mates. It was getting late, near 11 to be exact, and the boys wanted to do ride their concert high somehow after the class gig they just had. Murmurs of agreement were heard throughout their hotel room as they started to pick themselves up and get ready for the night out.

The Lazy Pug

A bit of an odd name for a pub, but since the lids discovered it the last time they visited Los Angeles it's become their favorite place to go out for a casual night out. Not only was the location convenient for them, it being just across the street from the hotel they stayed at, but the atmosphere, the food and drinks were class in their opinion as it reminded them of home thanks to the British fellow who ran the place. Lewis Manson was his name. A man up there in his age, but the pep in his step and laid-back personality made the lids feel like they've known him for years.

"You think there are a lot of people there tonight?" Larry asked as the lids crossed the lobby of their hotel.

"Lew said that Sunday usually empty out around this time... but he did mention his some of his family coming over. Grandkids think he said." Bob answered remembering his words when they stopped by earlier to pay the old man a quick hello.

The slightly brisk October air and the bustling night life of Downtown Los Angeles greeted them. It wasn't too much of a walk for the boys. It only took 15 minutes at the most, but they were stopped a few times by fans who recognized them. Once they finally reached the bar Van opened the door and they were greeted by a female's song voice.

"Well, when you go
Don't ever think I'll make you try to stay
And maybe when you get back
I'll be off to find another way

And after all this time that you still owe
You're still the good-for-nothing I don't know
So take your gloves and get out
Better get out
While you can

When you go
Would you even turn to say
I don't love you
Like I did
Yesterday"

They all paused at the door to process in their minds the scene that was unfolding before them. Standing on the edge of the small stage in the bar a pale Asian female with long wavy raven locks had a mic in her hand. Her glasses clad eyes were closed as she continued to belt out the lyrics to 'I Don't Love You' by My Chemical Romance. Her voice was a bit in the mezzo soprano range with a bit of a raspy quality to it. It was actually quite pleasing to the ears. She wore an over-sized black muscle tee that had small red words printed on her chest. It was loosely tucked in front into a pair of black high-waisted shorts. Around her neck was a wrap type of black suede chocker that had tiny bronze scissor charms on the ends and her left wrist had a matching leather cuff on it. Her outfit was completed with black lace over-the-knee socks that were held by garters around her thighs and a pair of classic black docs. For some strange reason she looked a bit familiar to the lids who stood there listening to every note she belted out. 

She was accompanied with a piano by an Asian male who bore a striking resemblance to her as he had the same heart-shaped face, pale skin, short wavy locks, and frames perched on his nose. His attire was all black as well from his beanie to his v-neck to his skinnies and his high-top chucks.

On the drums was an African-American female whose short curly hair swayed around her face with every beat. They couldn't see what type of trousers or shoes she wore, but her top consisted of a black jumper with the word 'NO' printed on it Light blue.