Jazz and Liquor sequel <3
Three months after Tilly's disappearance, she's returned with a newfound confidence and a plan that doesn't seem to include Brendon. He tries his best to give her the space she needs but if he doesn't intervene in her bu...
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You gave up on you And I gave up on me
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The minute hand on Brendon's pocket watch seemed to be stagnant every time he checked it. Rory was set to be on in five minutes and he still hadn't shown up yet. For someone who was a hit with the crowd he sure didn't seem to care about performing.
Brendon rearranged the set list so that Rory came on in an hour and left the rest to Spencer who insisted on being stage manager when Brendon mentioned opening a new speakeasy. He was especially good at the job and always arrived on time unlike Rory.
"You look stressed," Pete said, sliding Brendon a glass of whiskey when he sat at the bar. "I told you to get rid of Rory a long time ago."
"But people love him. That's bad for business," Brendon said, lighting a cigarette after taking a sip.
"You get ten times more clientele when you perform. You don't need him," Pete said. "He's not that good anyway."
"He's alright."
"Exactly. Is that the kind of club we are? We just hire 'alright' people?"
"Didn't think you cared so much," Brendon laughed.
"I just think he's annoying that's all. Always showing up late and half-assing his performances. He's drunk all the time too. That's bad for business."
"We're all drunk so it really doesn't matter," Brendon replied.
The conversation was interrupted by a tap on the shoulder from Dallon, the new door keeper and most recent addition to the set list. He and Brendon made up awhile ago and he gave him a slot to perform as the ultimate act of forgiveness.
"Hey, Brendon, there's someone who wants to talk to you," Dallon said. "It seems kinda important."
"Who is it?"
"She said her name was Mary."
Brendon perked up. "Where is she?"
"Outside."
Brendon finished his drink and followed Dallon to the door. Mary smiled when she saw him and Brendon at her.
"It's been a while," Brendon said. "How are you?"
"I'm fine. I hope I didn't interrupt anything."
"Of course not. What can I do for you?"
"I actually just wanted to tell you something," Mary said. "It's Tilly."
Brendon hadn't heard her name in three months. He took a drag of his cigarette. "What about her?"
"She telephoned me last night. She's coming back."
