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So, Cade was still here. And... damned lucky that Dane had the patience of a saint (or at least a guy with crappy coping methods and a history of poor boundary-setting), or he probably would've been out on his ass by now. Hell, Jack had thought about throwing him out on his ass a few times now. The crossing the streams was just kind of weird.

And Cade could be kind of a jackass.

(But he'd also missed the guy and having him here was a good reminder of their misspent youth and space he really was getting old, wasn't he?)

Anyway.

It was show day. And Jack-slash-Atton hadn't slept a wink last night, so he'd just be on the floor of the living room, where he'd been for the last couple of hours. Ugh.

[[ for that guy and some ocd ]]

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"Sorry!" the man hollered, before leaping back into the pit.

"Hope is a dragon born from the shadows, luring his prey with fading light," Jack snarled into the microphone, backed by an extremely loud guitar.

Edited Date: 2025-03-22 06:10 pm (UTC)

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"Ugh," Cade grumbled, stripping his shirt off.

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suitably_heroic

A thirty-something woman staggered out of the pit with a massive smile on her face, her hair sticking to everything. "AW YEAH!" she yelled.

And looked at Cade. "Aw yeah," she said. Nodding. "You comin' in?"

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"No, I'm sticky enough!" Cade called back.

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suitably_heroic

"Your loss!" she laughed, and retreated back into the pit.

The song cut off after the crescendo. Jack climbed down and sat on the edge of the stage, letting his legs dangle down as the rhythms of the drums and the low bass took them into something moodier. Ruefully, he sang, "I was lying on the floor with my heart on its ass and my mind firmly out of line... You pulled up this body with its pain plainly on display and sighed, 'You stupid motherfucker, you’re into too much angry shit.'"

It was the last song of the set, and yeah, Jack definitely felt a certain kind of grimly amused at singing, "Maybe I’m just fucking tired of doing the same stupid thing with the same stupid results" with Cade in the audience.

Not that he was being too pointed about it. Just, y'know. A hint.

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Cade was aggressively not taking any hints via song lyrics. He was too busy trying to wipe the beer off of his shoulders with cocktail napkins.

It wasn't working.

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suitably_heroic

Poor baby.

"You've been a great crowd," Jack called. "See you next week?"

The crowd - bar Cade - screamed happily in his direction.

"All right, now get the fuck out of here," he added. The lights dimmed. The band left the stage, and the crowd started to disperse.