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Who: November and Hawthorne
Where: November's house in Lake George
When: In the wee hours of Sunday morning/Saturday night
What: No is all alone in her house and can't sleep so she texts her bud Manney for company, lo and behold she tested the wrong Nikitin and ended up with Thorny instead.
Rating: SFW
November, not for the first time, had the house all to herself for the weekend. Her mom and brother had gone to visit her sister at school and her dad was on tour again. As much as she enjoyed the quiet during the day on Saturday she hated the creepy feeling at night. She had tried tea and reading but she just couldn't sleep without waking up a few seconds later with a fright. Finally she texted Manney and asked him to come over to keep him company. She was a little curious about his last stumbled text but didn't put too much thought into it as she stretched her legs and sighed quietly, just waiting for her friend to arrive.
Where: November's house in Lake George
When: In the wee hours of Sunday morning/Saturday night
What: No is all alone in her house and can't sleep so she texts her bud Manney for company, lo and behold she tested the wrong Nikitin and ended up with Thorny instead.
Rating: SFW
November, not for the first time, had the house all to herself for the weekend. Her mom and brother had gone to visit her sister at school and her dad was on tour again. As much as she enjoyed the quiet during the day on Saturday she hated the creepy feeling at night. She had tried tea and reading but she just couldn't sleep without waking up a few seconds later with a fright. Finally she texted Manney and asked him to come over to keep him company. She was a little curious about his last stumbled text but didn't put too much thought into it as she stretched her legs and sighed quietly, just waiting for her friend to arrive.
Then he grinned. "Nah. I like dogs. Never had one at my apartments. Mom's a crazy, blue haired, cat lady. Dad's not big into pets."
"I like all things beer." Thorny would not complain if she was pouring him anything. He'd even drink light beer so long as it was free.
"That's good then, you can meet Frank later," she nodded. "My dad never wanted dogs but he's away on business most of the time so he doesn't get a say," she said matter of factly.
She was quick to bounce back into the house and pour two beers into pint glasses. "My brother stole these from the brewery," she said sliding the glass over the counter top. "He's kind of an asshole," she shrugged, taking a sip of her stout.
He wasn't about to tell her that his mom had to keep so many cats because they tended to meet untimely ends when Hawthorne was around. Never on purpose; he just didn't have any kind of skill with animals.
"Aw, don't say that." He reached over and cupped her shoulder. "I'm the kind of asshole who steals pint glasses from breweries."
She couldn't help but laugh and sip her beer, looking down modestly when he touched her shoulder. "You're not really an asshole," she said before taking another sip.
"Come on! Let me show you playing room," she brought him through the living room and opened the door to the basement. Skipping down the stairs she practically bounded into the room. The room was pretty big and the sound proofed walls were covered in posters of different bands some of them even including her dad's band. She choose not to point it out, just ignoring the facts.
The walls were lined with guitars, basses, and an assortment of unique instruments. There was a drum kit, a wall of amps, and even a corner of classical instruments. She set her beer down on the coffee table set off to the side and grabbed her favorite electric guitar. "Check it out," she strummed, forgetting her normal shyness as she felt totally in her element.
Then he laughed and let go of her shoulder taking a rather big chug of his beer. "You don't know me well enough to know for sure either way."
He followed her into the basement with a big grin on his face. Deeper into the lair. He wandered up to a poster and brushed it with his fingers. "I know these guys," he said, inadvertently picking out the band November's father was in. "They fucking rule. Their guitarist can thrash."
He sidled over to her and examined the guitar. "Nice. I got one in purple and one in black. I got a bass that's leopard print, but I covered it in stickers."
"Oh yeah," she said nonchalantly as Thorny looked at the posters. "The Lids. Kind of a stupid name," she said looking at her dad in the poster. She hoped he wouldn't put two and two together. "They're old but I like their style," she said vaguely. "I prefer their earlier stuff," she played the chords to the first song her dad ever wrote with a grin on her face.
"That's pretty hot, leopard print," she did her best not to giggle but ended up snorting a little. She looked at her own red and black guitar in her hands, trying to stop herself from blushing. "Wanna pick one out?" she asked shyly.
Thorn didn't put two and two together, but then again, he was never very good at math. "Nah man. Totally cool. I like the last album before this one best. Some killer riffs."
Then he pushed idly at her guitar. "Hey, leopard print is a girl's best accessory." He looked around the room and picked out a shiny pink one. "This one is fab-u-less!" he said flamboyantly and picked it up.
November was relieved when he didn't pick up that Eric Hall and her dad were one in the same. Sometimes she contemplated changing her last name to just escape it. "Yeah, I mean, they're alright," she shrugged, she began softly playing one of the riffs from the album he was talking about.
She grinned when he pushed at her guitar. "It takes a very manly man to confidently play a leopard print guitar." November couldn't help but laugh at his choice in guitar. "Of course you had to pick my very first guitar to play. I had a pink phase when I was a kid," she blushed a little.
"Do you know Two Dimes for a Dollar?" he asked. It was one of his favorite Lids songs. He started with the bass line, remembered he was playing an electric and then switched to the guitar line.
He beamed at her. "I've got confidence in spades!" he exclaimed. "Oh man. It's like... An honor or something." Now that he was looking at it the guitar was a little small. It didn't impede his playing though and he thrashed happily onward.
"Of course I know Two Dimes for a Dollar," she grinned, still staring at her guitar, she started playing along with him. "Instant classic I think."
"That's pretty obvious," she laughed. She wasn't sure she knew anyone else who was as okay with themselves as Thorny was. She had to admit that was one of the most attractive things about him. "I have to admit it's never been so thrashed," she grinned.
Then he was playing the song with her, happily strumming. "Beyond instant classic. Anthem for a generation."
"Do you need me to turn it down? Am I rocking out at a pretentious volume?"
November couldn't help but giggle away at his comment. The thought that a song her dad wrote was an anthem for a generation? It was a little nuts. "Right?"
"No, no, not at all," she said hurriedly. "I like it," to prove her point she played a little louder. She hated being alone and the louder the room was, the more it felt like everyone was home.