𝐋𝐀 𝐕𝐈𝐄 𝐄𝐍 𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐄. | ❝It's not my fault he's a six foot something, dark haired, dark-eyed model! Everybody would be attracted to that.❞
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In which Ace Auxier had a crush on the bassist of Sunset Curve way before they both died. In which Reg...
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𝚕𝚒𝚋𝚎𝚛𝚝𝚎́. noun. freedom, liberty, unrestraint.
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𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐗𝐈𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒 was Caleb fucking Covington and his blasted song the Other Side of Hollywood. Sure, it was catchy the first time, and yes, it was just as fun the second time — but, Ace could assure you, after performing the wretched song for over twenty-five years almost every week, it gets tired real quick.
Besides, the song was a blatant lie as well. Life, on the other side of Hollywood, was not good. Ace didn't know what to expect when he entered the afterlife, but he imagined it would be fun. He'd haunt a person or two, maybe track down Marilyn Monroe and ask who'd killed her — his money was on the Kennedy's — but, all in all, he just wanted to have a good time. That might've been too optimistic, he realized later. Because, right now, Ace is definitely not having a good time. He hadn't been for a full sixteen years now.
The only thing he could think of at this moment, was how badly he wanted to shoot Caleb Covington through the head. Sure, he was dead, but was he really? Ace wouldn't mind checking. It was worth a try, anyway. If he didn't succeed, he'd at least have found some satisfaction in shooting the pathetic excuse of a showman. The Hollywood Ghost Club, Ace scoffed in his head, what a stupid name for an afterlife club.
At least choose something catchy. Like, Boohemian Rhapsody. Or the Ghost Coast, that one would be perfect for a club near the beach. Or the CrafterLife, which would be a club where everybody could make their own cocktails, as crazy and ridiculous as they wanted or the – well, the point was, Ace could do way better than Covington. In more aspects than just picking a name for a club.
"You look like you're going to strangle him," a voice said in a hushed voice. It came from a person he knew all too well, granted they had a rough start, but their animosity towards each other turned into camaraderie over time. The carefree skater was the only person Ace could somewhat stand around here – alright, scratch that, he loved Willie. You'd never hear him admit that, though.
