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Smoke On Her Face; and hair in her eyes (Peyote Coyote)
Topic Started: Nov 11 2015, 04:22 AM (1,720 Views)
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(Brady Kim Floyd - Start)

He was quietly leaning over his mobile phone, smiling softly as he typed out a text message to a certain special somebody. He had spent most of his time being silent, reading the news and posting on his social media accounts.

He wasn’t really anxious to meet Coleen, but he looked up from his position on his chair and glanced up as Vanessa pulled his attention to the new arrival.

He recognised her face, but he hadn’t really talked to Coleen before. He craned his head slightly to get a better look at her as he waited for Cameron to introduce her. He glanced at Vanessa as she spoke up, frowning as he heard the nickname she used, he disapproved quietly.

“Maybe we should start with introductions.” He put his mobile away, trying to smile politely as he stood up from his seat.
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Brady probably should have been paying more attention to what was going on, but he ducked out of the conversation ages ago to text his significant other. Snapchatting was pretty important until Vanessa started yelling. Brady’s nose crinkled as he started to think about what to do, he wasn’t really interested in confrontation, and like Cam he thought they needed something a little different with vocals. Not that he’d ever tell Vanessa if anyone was technically superior to her, especially based on the reaction she just had, but he thought it.

But Brady liked the set up the band had, and he didn’t really want it to crumble.

He briefly thought that he wouldn’t give up on the band thing, even if it wasn’t the same band name or the same folk, he was just happy to have a band and a stage.

No wait, actually fuck that, he wanted Peyote Coyote.

He bit the inside of his cheek as he stood up, approaching the pair as he stuck his hands in his pocket. Not really sure what to do, he didn’t stand too close, didn’t want to be imposing and it took him a moment until he actually opened his mouth. He glanced briefly at BB and Coleen, a slight feeling of pity came over him since it was the first time meeting the band and it was kind of crummy. He wouldn’t blame her if she just didn’t come back after today.

Well, he supposed it was time to push in head first and interject.

“Vanessa,” He said, his tone fairly firm, “She probably didn’t mean it like that.”

He followed that up statement with a silent Jesus Christ. He wanted to tell her that she was overreacting, but he knew that would probably produce the opposite effect to what he wanted. Not that he knew what Cam had said exactly in the first place.

“You’re yelling,” his tone implying a certain unpleasantness, “And that’s not fair on anyone here right now.”

Especially the new girl, since at that point Brady thinks she’s owed an apology. Cameron looked like they weren’t doing too well in handling it, and at the least he hoped he was able to provide some sort of reprieve.

“Give it a rest for a second, both of you. We can sort this after we piece ourselves back together.”

He was starting to feel stressed out just watching this, even more so throwing himself in the middle of this whole affair. If this unfolded badly even after he interjected he’d hope that some merciful god would just strike him down with a bolt of lightning where he stood in the basement.
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