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persephone-nymph · 1 year
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Eddie Vedder, Photos by Pat Johnson, 1992.
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enbysiriusblack · 11 months
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Songs the Marauders would like but I just hit shuffle and assign them whichever song comes up
(idea from @bugboyremus )
remus: brain damage by pink floyd, moonage daydream by david bowie, boys don't cry by the cure, rock n roll suicide by david bowie, what would I do? by falsettos, personality crisis by new york dolls, nazi punks fuck off by the dead kennedys, memento mori by crywank
dorcas: vicious by lou reed, I am a poseur by x-ray spex, if you want to by beabadoobee, don't blame me by taylor swift, demolition lovers by my chemical romance, no surprises by radiohead, welcome to the black parade by my chemical romance, I'm just a killer for your love by blur
james: friday I'm in love by the cure, sun machine by bears in trees, step on me by the cardigans, worms (in my brain) by noahfinnce, destiny by chloe ament, the chain by fleetwood mac, lean woman blues by t.rex, keep it easy by bears in trees
lily: I can't handle change by roar, would've could've should've by taylor swift, little cellist by bears in trees, under pressure by queen and david bowie, ego death by VIAL, monolith by t.rex, maggot by dazey and the scouts, if you can't give me love by suzi quatro
emmeline: i fought the law by the clash, heaven knows I'm miserable know by the smiths, everybody wants to rule the world by tears for fears, miss nothing by the pretty reckless, pretty in pink by scene queen, anti-hero by taylor swift, no distance left to run by blur, flight of icarus by iron maiden
sirius: tie your mother down by queen, lady stardust by david bowie, leech boy by crywank, my melancholy blues by queen, I am shit by crywank, jeepster by t.rex, I love rock n roll by joan jett and the blackhearts, I think I'm going to kill myself by elton john
mary: will anything happen by blondie, panic by the smiths, all I think about now by the pixies, it's only sex by car seat headrest, and so it went by the pretty reckless, champagne problems by taylor swift, the bitch is back by elton john, I'm not a good person by pat the bunny
peter: great king rat by queen, everybody's happy nowadays by the buzzcocks, people watching by conan gray, kill the poor by the dead kennedys, fireworks by mitski, mirrorball by taylor swift, I can't handle change, the man who sold the word by david bowie
marlene: ever fallen in love (with someone you shouldn't've?) by the buzzcocks, cherry bomb by the runaways, picture this by blondie, achilles last stand by led zeppelin, i wanna be where the boys are by the runaways, planet drool by VIAL, no point pretending by noahfinnce and bears in trees, take me down by the pretty reckless
regulus: crywank are posers by crywank, psycho killer by talking heads, devil town by cavetown, I threw glass at my friend's eyes and now I'm on probation by destroy boys, don't try suicide by queen, child psychology by black box recorder, kids by current joy, kill all your friends by my chemical romance
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theircrookedheart · 1 year
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using your spotify top 100 playlist, shuffle 10 songs and tag 10 people.
I was tagged by @fireplceashes ✨💕
1. Centuries by Fall Out Boy
2. Friday I'm in Love by The Cure
3. Partners in Crime by FINNEAS
4. Highway to Hell by AC/DC
5. BLEAK by Michael Aldag
6. Typical Story by Hobo Johnson
7. Art is Dead by Bo Burham
8. I'm not a good person by Pat The Bunny
9. Disaster by Conan Gray
10. Destiny by Chloe Ament
I'm tagging: @its-tortle, @nometoquesel, @eskamtrash and @lil-pxie 💕
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chordsykat · 2 years
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*barges into your askbox with halfbaked nonsense* Hey hi hello
Mordhaus kitchen. The boys are goofing off paling around, having a beer, whatever. Vanessa is microwaving shredded cheddar on corn chips. Gourmet.
Enter BAEN-SHEE.
Ness takes one look at Caj with her boots and her mesh top and the DAGGER strapped to her THIGH and just stands there slack-jawwed til she gets any sort of acknowledgement whatsoever. Tries to play it cool. Fails. Caj compliments her jacket. Ness bluescreens.
Skwisgaar, who has been waiting for just such an opportunity, swoops in to Save the Day. Hand on Vanessa's shoulder, he plays his Uno reverse card.
"You aments her type, Caja." (Smug. Incorrect.)
gibbsreboot.exe processing....
Caj rolls her eyes, steps away, gives Ness a 'call me' sign, more to irritate Skwisgaar than out of any real interest, leaves. Vanessa's knees buckle as Skwisgaar gives her a well-meaning pat on the back.
"You don't wants to chase dat one, my friend, trusts me. She woulds chew you up and spits you out."
Vanessa finds her voice long enough to wheeze "Well now I gotta..."
Sorry for the long ask, this took over my brain while I was out walking. Ness likes men who make her laugh and women who could destroy her. I got to Caj's "Daddy likey" remark in the latest Dethkomic and heard Vanessa's distant scream in the back of my mind lol 😖
Hang on... Let me consult the drawing board...
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...Yes! Yes, this is accurate!
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I'm not going to coddle you about this or pat your back.. since you clearly are upset but at the same time.. I feel as if you're jumping the gun. You're free to believe what you want from me. But maybe it should be you who figures these things out yourself.
I'm not attempting to reduce your feelings or say he is innocent. Only a perspective for you to think about... and maybe something that can help you connect some dots. But eh. If you don't want to think on it .. That's fine.
I feel as if youre also locking yourself in this cage whether you want to admit it or not... and that breaking free from that cage. isn't freedom at all. It's running right into the jaws of something far worse than what? Being fed, clothed and given shelter? Still doesn't make how youre given it right. However you're trult not aware.. ignorance is bliss I guess.
I'm sorry if I've made you upset.. I shall take my leave. Please take care of yourself.
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AC: Goo☽... I ☽on't wish to be ☾o☽☽le☽, but you're right... I was jumping the gun a little. Your wor☽s were meant to soothe, even if they ☽i☽n't.
AC: I'm very upset with my pre☽i☾ament, so I'm not exa☾tly willing to hear just about anything I'm being tol☽. And yet... Something about your wor☽s is off. In the same way that his are...
AC: A se☾ret, something I'm not being tol☽.
They pause yet again, taking a deep breath.
AC: ... I know you wish to help, yet your help seems to hinge on me staying here. You, mu☾h like him, want to keep me here, and I ☽on't know why.
AC: ☽on't worry about my ☽eing upset, it's fine. At this point... I'☽ rather not be alone. I ☾oul☽ use the ☾ompany... and at the very least you seem to take me serious, even if you ☽on't share my opinion...
AC: So at the blatant ☾han☾e of embarrassing myself here... please ☽on't leave.
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mookie--jam · 2 years
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Chapter 1: The Tape (Empty Canvas)
Someone’s knocking at my door. But it doesn’t sound like knocking. It sounds more like a raging bull trying to ram it down with all it’s might. This can only mean one thing. The person standing behind the door is about 6 foot 2, shaggy haired, possibly wearing a combination of the following items: ripped up shirt, oversized sweater that’s falling of his shoulders, torn up jeans or a pair of shorts with brightly colored leggings underneath. And the item that he’s certainly wearing: one of his many weird hats.
I sigh and walk over to the door. “Stop knocking already, you’re gonna break the damn door!” I shout as I open it. As expected my suspicions were correct.
“Lola, my dear, my love, light of my life, fire of my loins”, Ament exclaims as he wraps his arms around me. I chuckle a little at his greeting and hug him back. This over exaggerated way of greeting me is a remnant of a drunken summer night when in a drunken stupor I had decided that it was a good time to explain the origins of my name. For the umpteenth time people were singing the Kinks song and I and the cheap wine that was coursing through my veins had decided that I finally needed to correct people. I was not named after the song, I was named after the book Lolita by Nabokov. And there I was on top of a hill, reciting the opening lines from the book with a drunken lisp. The ‘light of my life, fire of my loins’ part really stuck with Ament and now, three fucking months later he still won’t let it go. I’ve decided to accept it and move on. 
As I hug him back, his smell comes over me. A combination of sweat, pastries and coffee, sickly and sweet. We break apart and he immediately storms into my studio apartment and let’s himself fall face first on top of my bed. I sit down next to him and give him a pat on the back.
“Bad day?” I ask.
“The absolute fucking worst”, he mumbles into the pillow. I stand up and head to the kitchenette area of my apartment. It’s just a stovetop, a fridge and a sink, but I don’t need much more. I rummage in the cabinet and find the coffee. 
“You read my mind”, I hear Jeff mumble as the bed creaks underneath him. He’s probably switched to an upright position. 
“I still find it bullshit that they don’t even give you free coffee at Raison d’Etre. I mean how greedy can they be? Let’s just do the math here for a second. So each shift there’s about five people working, the average shift is about eight hours long. And I know they often make you do over time, but let’s not calculate that in. So let’s say that a person drinks about three cups of coffee during a shifts… So per shift that’s fifteen cups -give or take-, two shifts a day, so that’s thirty cups. And the original price -because they charge way too much- is about 40 cents a cup. So to finance the coffee intake of their staff it would cost them a whopping 12 bucks. It’s just utter bullshit.” 
Whilst I was doing the calculations I put on the coffee maker and it’s just started to drip, so in five minutes it will be done. I turn around and lean against the stovetop. Jeff is looking at me in confusion. “What?” I ask.
“You’re about the only person I know that does math out of frustration and I understood about half of what you just said.” I laugh and shake my head. “All I’m saying is that your employers are penny pinching motherfuckers that treat you like semi-slaves.”
“Well in that case amen”, he says as he lets himself fall back on the bed. 
“Ament, thank God you’re wearing leggings under those shorts, because otherwise I’d be seeing your balls right now”, I say and turn around. I hear him shrug and cross his legs. The coffee is done and I pour it into two mugs. I sit down next to Jeff again and hand him one. He sits back up and takes it. 
“You’ve got rehearsal?” I ask him, as he takes a sips and lets out a moan that could be mistaken for something else. 
“No”, he says and shakes his head, “Me and Stone are listening to some of the audition tapes we’ve received over the past few weeks.”
“Aha, so the search for a singer continues”, I say after swallowing a sip.
“Yes. I mean we’ve already listened to a few, but they’re not really what we’re looking for.”
“You mean that most are tone deaf?”
He chuckles a little. “Some are, but those that actually sounded good are just copying Andy.”
As soon as he says that name a somberness comes over his voice. I nod and try to ignore the gravitas of his voice.
“And the thing is that we’re looking for a new sound”, he continues on, the somberness quickly disappearing. “I mean, Mother Love Bone is through, we’re done, that band stopped existing the day Andy died. And some people just don’t get that. We’re not looking for a new Andy, we’re looking for someone completely new.” Even if it’s just to take away the pain, I think, but I don’t say aloud. 
“So when’s Gossard arriving?” I say, changing the subject. 
“Any minute”, Jeff says, finishing his cups and immediately heading towards the pot for more. “I’ve forgotten my keys to the rehearsal space, so I’m waiting for him to get here so I can get in.”
“Oh, so that’s why you’re paying me a visit? To warm your butt and steal my coffee until Stone gets here. Not to visit your favorite rehearsal space neighbor? I’m offended”, I jokingly say.
“Lola, first of all, you’re our only ‘rehearsal space neighbor’. Secondly, you know that you’re much better company than mister sarcasm himself. But I will admit, the coffee stealing part is 100 % true.”
“I knew it”, I laugh as I throw a pillow at his head, nearly causing him to drop the coffee.
“Lola Carmichael, why are you trying to maim my bassist?” a familiar voice says. I must’ve left the door open, because there leaning against the doorframe is Gossard. If I didn't know better I’d smack him in the face for that arrogant attitude, the way he’s standing there with that smirk and his arms crossed.
“Brick! As always a pleasure to see you”, I say in a sarcastic tone, as I walk over to him. He looks me up and down as I copy his stance at the other side of the doorframe. The smirk breaks into a smile as he throws an arm around me and gives me a couple of pats on the back. 
“Is that real coffee is smell, or Raison d’être stench on Aments clothes?” he mutters into neck.
“Both, feel free to grab a cup,” I say as I let go.
“This is why I love you”, he says as he pours himself a cup, ‘This and your wonderful bosom.”
“Gossard, do you want me to maim you as well?” I say as I pick up another pillow. 
“Just stating the obvious”, he says as he takes a sip. Ament is watching the whole scene from the bed. “Well, he does have a point”, he mutters.
“AMENT!”
“It’s true!”
“You want me to tell your girlfriend?”
“Oh, but she agrees.”
“What?”
“You know, late at night, when we’re in bed together, it’s a frequent point of discussion. Always gives us enough energy to go another round”, he says with the biggest smile.
“Fuck off!” I shout and launch myself at him, trying to suffocate him with the pillow. I hear Gossard’s laughter next to us.
“When you’ve finished your murder attempt, can I use your cassette player, I’ve got a new singer to find”, he states dryly. I give up trying to kill Ament and look at Stone, but not before giving Ament a punch on the shoulder. 
“Sure you can use it”, I say as I push back my mop of curls, “But aren’t you gonna listen in the basement, I mean it’s your rehearsal space after all. It’s got better acoustics.”
“Acoustics don’t matter when listening to a fucking tape. And also I can’t”, he says as he’s fishing a few tapes out of his backpack. 
“What do you mean you can’t?” Jeff and I say in unison.
“I forgot my keys”, Stone says, “and Ament always forgets his keys, so the conclusion is that there is no way of getting into the rehearsal space.”
“One of these days you guys are gonna walk out on stage in your underwear without instruments.” I shake my head. I know it may be a bit snobbish to think, but sometimes these guys would be nothing without me. Well no exactly me, it’s mostly my apartment. Without it they’d have no coffee, no toilet -because the gallery won’t let them use it any more after McCready’s sangria incident-, no shower in case one of them slept on the couch. No First Aid kit -which they need a lot. And most importantly no coffee.
“So Lola’s gonna listen with us?” Jeff asks.
“Obviously, we can’t chase her out of her own apartment. Also I might be good to have someone outside of the band help us, more of an audience opinion. At least if you want?” Stone turns to me.
“I’d be delighted”, I say as I put my legs into lotus position and lean against the wall.
“How do you even do that?” Ament looks at me with utter confusion. 
“Yoga”, I simply say. I take my packet of cigarettes of my nightstand, take one out and light it. I look up and see the guys looking at me with puppy eyes. After an overdramatic sigh I toss them the packet and the lighter. Another thing they need me for, their nicotine fix. 
Once the cigarettes are lit, and after I place the ashtray with lost of obvious gestures next to them (if I didn’t my entire apartment would be the ashtray), Stone puts the first tape into the cassette player. After about 30 seconds of McCready’s guitar a voice starts singing. It takes Jeff 10 more seconds to shout: “Andy copycat, next!”
Stone nods and takes out the tape, putting another one in. And so we sit there for about half an hour, listening to the tapes. Most of which aren’t played completely. Music is an intuitive thing and if they don’t feel it within the first minute or so, they’re never gonna feel it. 
Eventually Stone takes out the last tape. It’s a white cassette, on it writing in black marker. “Okay”, Stone says with a cigarette hanging from the corner of his mouth, “so this is from a guy named Eddie.”
“Not really a rock name”, Jeff says sounding bored. He’s hanging upside down from the edge of my bed, his hat miraculously still attached to his head. 
“You’ve got to be kidding me right?” I say at Jeff’s comment.
“How so?”
“Eddie. Very rock. It’s the name of Meatloaf’s character in The Rocky Horror Picture Show!”
“You mean the messed up rockabilly biker?”
“Yes… Messed up, but the girls love him”, I say as I wiggle my eyebrows.
“Meatloaf?”
“Also, but I meant a guy on a motorcycle serenading me and calling me Hot Patootie.”
“You have very strange taste in men.”
“It’s not all about looks, though it doesn’t hurt. But you should be happy it’s not all about looks, how else would you have a girlfriend?”
Jeff is about to wrestle me, when Stone interrupts us. “Can we just listen to this tape, before you try to kill each other again, it’s the last one.” Jeff and I get off each other and put ourselves into civil positions. 
“Thank you”, Stone says and looks back at the tape, “So this is the guy Jack recommended us.”
“The one from San Diego?” Jeff chimes in.
“Yup, anyhow he named this the momma-son trilogy. Titles: Alive, Once and Footsteps.”
“Good names, very rock”, Jeff states, “Play it!”
“No, actually I was gonna shove it up my ass for sexual pleasure, of course I’m gonna play it”, Stone states in his usual sarcasm drenched tone as he pops the cassette into the player and lights his cigarette.
It’s about the twelfth time today I hear McCready’s opening guitar and it’s still genius to me. I need to tell him, well maybe not, it might inflate his ego too much. 
My thoughts come to a screeching halt once the voice on the tape starts singing. “Oh my god”, I whisper. Jeff launches himself at the cassette player shouting at Stone: “Turn it up!” Stone is awakened from his shock and does as Ament tells him. Without noticing I’ve crawled closer towards the cassette player as well. We’re all hanging above the damn thing, trying to absorb as much of this voice as possible. It’s the first tape we actually listen completely. It’s just mesmerizing. His voice, the lyrics, the emotion. Fucking hell, this guy is coming from a deep place. 
It takes us all a minute to realize the tape is finished. Jeff and Stone are looking at each other in shock, but with huge grins plastered across their face. Eventually they look at me. I nod at them like crazy.
“This is it. This is your guy.”
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afterglow-tommylee · 1 year
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Chapter 18. Rain When I Die
Seattle Washington, April 20 2002 
It was late into the night, around 3:00AM when Tommy and I arrived in Seattle. We found an all night car rental and quickly headed to a hotel close to Jerry's place. I couldn't sleep at all though. As Tommy laid beside me, I watched him sleep, looking so peaceful with the covers only barely covering him, wishing I could just fall asleep but it just wasn't happening. 
Once the early light of dawn started to glow in the room, I decided to get up and make myself ready, wearing my cropped Pantera band t-shirt, low rise ripped light wash jeans, my classic Doc Martens, my silver studded wrist cuffs and my curls down just past my shoulders. I had called Jerry while Tommy was in the shower and made plans to see him. Once we were ready, Tommy wearing a black Cathouse t-shirt, ripped light wash jeans, his usual black and white Chuck Taylors of course and his hair laying perfectly with those small silver hoop earrings poking through as the light caught the sparkle of his nose ring. 
"Ready babe?" Tommy asks sweetly as I stand in my old full length mirror feeling sleep deprived and numb. 
"No," I say sadly, then glance up at him looking so perfect to me. I wanted to climb back into that bed with him and never come out and just have him hold me forever and pretend that I didn't have to face this world that is so unbearably not fair.
He steps closer to me, leaning down, placing his palm on my cheek and presses his lips to my temple breathing me in. 
"C'mon," He says low but quiet and we make our way out of the hotel room
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Standing in front of Jerry's house waiting for him to answer the door felt like it took a million years. The sky had grow considerably dark on our way over here, the rain just looming, waiting to make its appearance. I kept going over in my head what I was going to say but as soon as he opened the door, seeing me standing on his porch with Tommy, there was no need for words when I saw the expression on his face. 
"Hi," I say softly and his brow furrows and he grabs me and holds me tightly. All I could do was bury my face in his shoulder trying not to fall apart. Once he is able to pull away from me, he sees Tommy, and practically grabs him embracing each other while I do my best to wipe my tears that plagued the corner of my eyes. 
"I'm so fuckin' sorry," Tommy says as he holds Jerry for a few more moments. All Jerry could do was nod and I could see he was desperately trying to hold back tears. Once they pat each other a few times, like most guys do when it gets too much, Jerry pulls away.
"Uh... come in... everyone's here," He says, his voice breaking and heads inside. 
Everyone?
I glance at Tommy and he leans into me, placing his lips to my temple as we head inside. 
We follow Jerry through the foyer of his beautiful home, leading us into the living room that was filled with all of the old crew. It was surreal to be in the same room with everyone again like no time had passed. 
There was Susan on the far side of the room talking Mark Lanigan (from The Screaming Trees), Matt Cameron and Kim Thayil. Stone Gossard on the other side of the room talking with Jeff Ament, and Eddie Vedder among lots of other friends as well.  The only one that was missing was Chris. 
As I scan the room full of old familiar faces that once used to be my family, a few of them wave at me and I wave back, Kim offering a half smile and a nod like he used to do, Matt quietly saying hi to me and I do the same. Jeff and Stone also shyly nodded at me. 
It was all so different. I mean given the circumstances I totally understand, but it was so strange to be in the same room with everyone again, especially since the last time we were all together like this, Chris and I were still married. 
Jerry then comes up to Tommy and hands him a drink, as Tommy lights up a cigarette, then offers me my usual Jack and Coke and I take it from him. 
"How... how did he...?" Tommy asks.
"Um, overdose...on um, heroin..." Jerry says.
"Fuck," Tommy sighs.
"He'd been really struggling the last little bit there and we all were trying to help him... get him some support y'know? But uh... he just retreated into himself. Wouldn't talk to anyone," 
"I'm sorry man," Tommy says.
"Thanks," Jerry says and they hug each other again. 
As I stood there with Tommy as he and Jerry continued to talk, I couldn't help but feel strange and out of place with everyone. So much has changed. It's like my entire life was in this room. 
Then I see Susan rise from the chair she was sitting in wearing just a plain fitted black long sleeve shirt and jeans, her waves to her shoulders and walks over to me. 
"Hey girl," She says sweetly and I could feel the tears begging to fall from my eyes. "Oh sweetie," she adds and embraces me in a hug and once again I start to cry. We hold each other for a few moments and I can hear her sniffle as well, then I force myself to pull away and feel Tommy's hand on the small of my back comforting me, cause if I hold her any longer I am really gonna start bawling.
'Sorry uh... this is Susan," I say to Tommy.
"Hi," She smiles and extends her hand.
"Hey," He says and shakes her hand.
"- We were partners in our management company and then Andi here decided to leave me and start all on her own," She chuckles and I giggle, dabbing my tears from my eyes. "I didn't know you two were a thing, when did that happen?" She adds glancing back and forth between Tommy and I.
"Uh... pfft, a few months ago," I say looking up at Tommy.
"Yea, we've been pretty inseparable since we met," Tommy says sweetly.
"Oh so she's the one you were talking about during that radio interview," Susan says.
"Yes ma'am," He smiles at her. 
After we talk for a little while longer, Tommy excuses himself to use the washroom placing his lips on mine in a quick sweet kiss and just as he disappeared upstairs there was a knock at the door and Jerry quickly made his way to answer. Once he opened it I heard an all too familiar voice and I wanted to crumble and disappear right on the spot. 
It was Chris
I could feel my heart in my throat as he appeared in the living room doorway, his dark hair short but messy curly, his beard perfectly trimmed like always wearing a black fitted tank top, light wash ripped boot cut jeans and his Doc Martens. He was greeted by everyone, offering hugs and well wishes and I wanted to scream. 
I couldn't believe he showed up. I mean I know he was close with Layne and is still really close with Jerry, I just didn't think he would actually show up, especially because I know Vicky would've pitched a fit about him coming back to Seattle. 
Chris then approaches Susan and they embrace each other saying all the usual things you do in these circumstances. Then once they part from each other he glances right at me, those blue eyes seeming to pierce right through me, and all I could feel was anger and hatred for him. I wanted to explode, I wanted to slap him, punch him, anything to make him feel as close to how I feel for him after everything he has put me through. 
"Hi Andi," He says in a sweet comforting tone, with that familiar small smile he used to give me. 
I wanted to ask him why he thinks he needs to even speak to me, why he's even here. Then I remember why we all are here and all I could say was,
"Hey," in a small voice. 
"Uh, congratulations," He says to me and I give him a confused look.
" - On your engagement..." He glances down, gesturing to my left hand, noticing Tommy's ring on my finger.
"Oh, um thank... thank you," I say, glancing down at the gorgeous ring on my finger and then back at him. Then without a word he steps towards me and embraces me in a hug, and I couldn't even fight back. I didn't want him to hug me but I was so messed up over Layne I didn't even think about it. 
"What the fuck dude!?" 
I hear Tommy's voice approaching the living room and in one movement, he pushes Chris off me and he stumbles back a bit and the entire room goes quiet.
"Tommy -" I start
"No fuck that, what the fuck are you doing!?" Tommy yells 
"Fuck off man, what the fuck are you even here for?" Chris says stepping up close to Tommy and they stare each other down.
"Me? -"
"Stop," I say but I wasn't loud enough.
"Fuck you,"
"No fuck you," Tommy says and pushes him, then as soon as Chris stubbled backwards again, he lunges at Tommy pushing him back.
"Stop!" I yell.
"Hey guys, stop it!" 
Then the next thing I see which happened so fast is Tommy's fist connecting with Chris's jaw, and Chris stumbles back holding the side of his face, then as soon as Tommy goes to hit him again Jerry catches him holding him back. 
"That's enough guys! Enough!" Jerry calls out. 
Everyone stared in silence with only the sound of Tommy Chris trying to catch their breath. I felt everyone's eyes on me as I stood there in disbelief of what just took place. I could feel the judgment from the entire room and the only thing I could do was run. I wanted to get the fuck away from everyone. 
Without saying a word I left the room, heading straight for the front door.
"Andi!" I hear Tommy call for me but I keep going, quickly running down the steps. The rain had finally made its appearance, pouring down, drenching me instantly but I didn't care, and as soon as I reached the sidewalk I heard Tommy calling for me again.
"Andi! Hey! Baby! Wait! listen to me!-" Tommy calls out and reaches for my hand catching it and I spin around to face him.
"What the fuck are you doing? What the fuck was that back there? - " I ask angrily at him.
"Babe - "
"Don't fucking 'babe' me. What the fuck did you think you were doing? You fucking punched him?!"
"Yea and I'd so fuckin' do it again - "
"Why?" 
"After every fucking thing he did to you, you're getting pissed at me!? Why the fuck did you think I did that? He fuckin' deserves to knocked down a couple of notches!" 
"Tommy you can't just go around punching people even if they do deserve it. Like, today of all fucking god damn days, why today?"
"I'm sorry - "
"I'm not the one you need to apologize to!" I yell at him standing so close as I look up at him, his entire body soaked, his hair drenched and in his eyes looking down at me. 
"You think I'm gonna go back there and apologize to that fucker you're outta your fuckin' mind!" Tommy yells back pointing back in the direction of Jerry's house which was only 20 feet from us. 
"No, not Chris you idiot! Jerry!" I yell back at him, slightly out of breath from my yelling while Tommy breathes heavy as well. Our first fight and it's over my fucking ex-husband of all things. 
He then turns walking back towards the house, and I watch him for a few strides and all I could feel was how much I love him. Even in the throws of my anger I wanted him so fucking bad right now. I'd never seen him get so angry defending me the way he did. 
"Tommy!" I call out to him. He turns back to face me, his expression still angered but softened as he looks at me and I run to him. He then picks me up once I reach him, and I wrap my arms around him, pressing my lips to his, hungrily and passionately, my palm holding his face to me as we devour each other. 
"I'm sorry..." I say in between my kisses wanting nothing more than for him to take me back to the hotel and make love to me.
"I'm sorry," He says, his voice husky and deep as he touches his forehead to mine as he still holds me in his arms. He then presses his lips back to mine, hungrily once more and when he finally lets me down, he gives me one last kiss, taking my hand then heading back to the house to apologize to Jerry.
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🎶✨when u get this, list 5 songs u like to listen to, publish. then, send this ask to 10 of your favorite followers (positivity is cool)🎶✨
First of all, thank you so much, this is so cute💙
My top five songs atm are
The Boy- Chloe Ament
Prom Dress- mxmtoon
Victoria's Secret- Jax
Hit Me With Your Best Shot- Pat Benatar
We Are The Champions- Queen
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Como Vestir sua Filha com Estilo
Encontrar o look certo para a sua filha pode ser um desafio, mas com algumas dicas e truques, você pode criar o guarda-roupa perfeito para ela. O look para blogueira infantil é uma ótima maneira de como vestir sua filha com estilo sem se preocupar em gastar muito dinheiro.
Escolher a roupa certa para a sua filha não é uma tarefa fácil. É importante escolher peças que sejam confortáveis, e que ao mesmo tempo sejam modernas e atuais.
O guarda-roupa de bebê deve ter peças que possam ser usadas para diversas ocasiões. Opte por peças leves e resistentes, como jeans e camisetas. Escolha também peças que sejam adequadas para a idade da sua filha.
Se sua filha for uma blogueira infantil, aposte em peças que possam ser usadas em qualquer ocasião e que combinem com o estilo da sua filha. Para criar looks que sejam modernos e elegantes, escolha peças que sejam versáteis e combináveis. Aposte em saias e vestidos, camisetas e blusas, calças e jaquetas.
Invista também em acessórios para dar o toque final ao look da sua filha. Bolinhas, tiaras, pulseiras e brincos ajudam a criar um look único para sua filha.
O guarda-roupa de bebê é uma parte importante para manter seu filho estiloso e moderno. Escolha peças que sejam funcionais e versáteis, para que ela possa usar em diversas ocasiões. Com o guarda-roupa certo, o look para blogueira infantil da sua filha nunca será uma preocupação.
Como montar looks para deixar minha filha estilosa?
Mont ar looks para de ix ar su a fil ha est il osa é u ma t are fa divert ida e des afi ad ora ! Se voc ê des e ja que el a se dest aque ent re as out ras c rian ç as , ent ão é important e con he cer as tend ê n ci as da mod a infant il e esc ol her pe ç as que comb inem com a personal id ade del a .
U ma ó t ima op ç ão para mont ar looks modern os e est il os os s ão it ens com o J ard ine ira Je ans Inf ant il e Vest ido de F esta Inf ant il , que s ão conf ort á ve is , bon it os e pr á tic os .
Com est es it ens , su a fil ha p ode vest ir – se para o c asi õ es es pe cia is com o form atur as , an ivers á ri os e cas ament os , o u para o d ia a d ia , com o esc ola e p asse ios .
Al é m dis so , el a p ode mont ar looks vari ados e divert id os , comb in ando pe ç as de est ilo d if erent e , com o sa pat os , t ê nis , bl us as e a cess ó ri os . Ass im , voc ê g arant e que su a fil ha este ja sem pre est il osa e conf ort á vel !
Opte por roupas e calçados infantis de boa qualidade
Opte por roupas e calçados infantis de boa qualidade para garantir que seu filho esteja sempre bem vestido e confortável. Não importa se você está procurando por roupas para ocasiões especiais ou uso diário, é importante escolher peças de qualidade.
As roupas e calçados de boa qualidade oferecem não apenas durabilidade, mas também conforto e beleza às crianças. É importante considerar a qualidade das roupas e calçados antes de comprar, pois eles são fundamentais para o conforto, bem-estar e estilo dos pequenos.
As roupas e calçados infantis devem ser leves e resistentes ao uso diário. As roupas devem ser feitas de materiais resistentes e de alta qualidade, como algodão, linho ou lã. Eles devem ser resistentes ao desgaste e não manchar facilmente. Se você quiser comprar tecidos específicos, certifique-se de que eles sejam resistentes ao desbotamento e às manchas.
Os calçados também são fundamentais para a saúde e bem-estar das crianças. É importante escolher calçados de qualidade para garantir que eles se encaixem perfeitamente nos pés das crianças e forneçam suporte adequado. Os materiais usados para calçados devem ser resistentes, duráveis e confortáveis.
Além do material, a qualidade da costura também é importante. As costuras devem ser bem feitas e resistentes para garantir a durabilidade de roupas e calçados. Além disso, as costuras devem ser reforçadas para evitar danos.
Optando por roupas e calçados infantis de boa qualidade, você pode garantir o conforto e o bem-estar de seu filho. Os materiais devem ser leves e resistentes, enquanto as costuras devem ser bem feitas e reforçadas. Escolhendo peças de qualidade, você pode garantir que seu filho esteja sempre bem vestido e confortável.
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Plano de Contas Contábil
O Plano de Contas Contábil é um document o ess en cial para qual quer em p resa que des e ja real iz ar su as opera ç õ es de form a prof ission al e e f icient e .
É um document o que cont é m to d as as inform a ç õ es so bre os dad os finance i ros da organ iza ç ão , for ne cend o u ma vis ão g eral da cont abil id ade da em p resa . O Plan o de Cont as Cont á bil p ode a jud ar a em p resa a redu z ir cust os , mel hor ar o contro le de ca ix a e a ument ar a e f ici ê nc ia oper ac ional .
O Plano de Contas Contábil é a base de to dos os relat ó ri os finance i ros , po is ele é us ado para class ific ar to dos os lan ç ament os cont á be is e regist rar as trans a ç õ es finance ir as da em p resa . Ele é divid ido em se ç õ es , com o at iv os , pass iv os , rece itas , desp es as , pat rim ô n io l í qu ido e out ros .
C ada se ç ão cont é m cont as es pec í f icas de ac ord o com a nature za de c ada trans a ç ão . Os relat ó ri os finance i ros s ão ger ados a part ir do Plan o de Cont as Cont á bil , que for ne ce inform a ç õ es so bre os at iv os , pass iv os , rece itas , desp es as e pat rim ô n io l í qu ido da organ iza ç ão .
Um Plano de Contas Contábil be m des en vol vid o t amb é m p ode ser us ado para o tim iz ar o flux o de ca ix a da em p resa . Ele a jud a a control ar os pag ament os , control ar a liqu ide z da em p resa , g eren ci ar o r isco finance iro e plane jar as finan ç as da em p resa .
Ele t amb é m é ú til para ident ific ar qu ais cont as de ve m ser pag as , qu ando e com o . O Plan o de Cont as Cont á bil é ess en cial para que a em p resa al c ance se us obj et iv os finance i ros .
Ele é um document o important e para control ar e anal is ar as finan ç as da em p resa e for ne cer inform a ç õ es prec is as so bre su a cont abil id ade . Ele p ode a jud ar a em p resa a to mar dec is õ es finance ir as m ais ac ert adas e a ument ar a e f ici ê nc ia oper ac ional .
O que é um plano de contas contábil?
Um plano de contas contábil é um conjunto de contas, ou rubricas, que serve para classificar todas as informações financeiras e contábeis de uma empresa.
É um dos principais instrumentos de controle financeiro e contábil, e sua utilização é fundamental para que os gestores possam acompanhar adequadamente as finanças da organização.
Um plano de contas contábil permite que uma empresa faça uma análise contábil precisa dos seus resultados, do seu ativo, do seu passivo, dos seus lucros e das suas despesas.
Além disso, ele pode fornecer aos gestores indicadores de gestão importantes, como a rentabilidade dos produtos, os custos unitários, a gestão de pedidos , a gestão de estoque, entre outros. Portanto, o plano de contas contábil é uma ferramenta essencial na administração financeira de uma empresa.
Tipos de planos de contas contábil
Um plano de contas contábil é uma estrutura que organiza e identifica, de maneira hierarquizada, as contas e os saldos, sejam de débito ou crédito, de acordo com as normas e princípios contábeis. É uma ferramenta necessária para a elaboração e análise das demonstrações contábeis e para a realização de auditorias. Além disso, essa estrutura de contas é exigida pelo Sped Contábil , que é a Escrituração Contábil Digital, e é obrigatória para as empresas que se enquadram na Lei Geral das Micro e Pequenas Empresas. O plano de contas contábil possui como característica a hierarquização das contas em grupos, classes e contas, e é responsável por gerenciar os saldos de ativos, passivos, receitas e despesas.
Diferença do plano de contas contábil e gerencial
O Plano de Contas é um instrumento essencial para que as empresas possam registrar corretamente as suas operações contábeis. Ele pode ser dividido em dois tipos principais: o Plano de Contas Contábil e o Plano de Contas Gerencial.
O Plano de Contas Contábil é responsável por registrar, controlar e classificar as operações contábeis da empresa de forma a permitir que sejam feitos os balanços patrimoniais e a elaboração dos relatórios contábeis. Ele é composto por contas classificadas de acordo com a natureza das operações efetuadas pela empresa, permitindo ao contador a análise da saúde financeira da organização.
Já o Plano de Contas Gerencial tem como objetivo principal auxiliar na tomada de decisões estratégicas, fornecendo informações relevantes para orientar os administradores das empresas. Ele é composto por contas específicas para cada departamento ou setor, auxiliando os gestores a identificar os custos e gastos, bem como os lucros e as rentabilidades geradas por cada área.
Diferentemente do Plano de Contas Contábil que é obrigatório para empresas que seguem a Lei das Sociedades por Ações (Lei nº 6.404/1976), o Plano de Contas Gerencial é adotado a critério da empresa. No entanto, a sua utilização é extremamente importante para que a organização possa obter informações relevantes para a tomada de decisões estratégicas.
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When you ride your bike, you’re working your legs, but your mind is on a treadmill. When you play chess, your mind is clicking along, but your body is stagnating. Climbing brings it together in a beautiful, magical way. The adrenaline is flowing, and it’s flowing all the time.
- Pat Ament (rock climber and artist)
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The pictures all belong to John Gill / copyright John Gill !!
INTERVIEW with the legendary John Gill.
(Interview done by - and intro written by Jean-Marc Winckel in 2008)
John Paul Gill Jr., born February 16, 1937, in Tuscaloosa, Alabama (USA) is my all time climbing hero beside Wolfgang Güllich, Klem Loskot, Tony Lamprecht and some others. I admire his philosophy about climbing, especially bouldering. He is a mathematician, a gymnast, a climber and for me a philosopher, a wise man. « There is an affinity between math and climbing. It has to do with independence of effort and good pattern recognition skills, coupled with a desire to solve problems and explore. », so John.
As a gymnast, he discoverd bouldering and introduced the use of magnesia (chalk) and the dynamic movements into climbing. The jumps were aesthetically pleasing him. The picture where he does a one-arm front lever (see the pictures) became very known throughout the whole world. Therefore, he is also known as the father of bouldering. Climbing was for John an extension of gymnastics. In his first article in the « American Alpine Journal » in 1969 named « The Art Of Bouldering » he wrote : « …the boulderer is concerned with form almost as much as with success and will not feel that he has truly mastered a problem until he can do it gracefully. » But what I admire the most about him are his ideas about the mental strength in climbing and how he experimented with it.
Pat Ament writes in his biography about John Gill : « … He found in bouldering sharp, clear reality, and on occasion a feeling that – with the right consciousness – he weighed a little bit less. The right mental attitude might inspire « a slight sensation of telekinesis » or in fact minutely perceivable levitation. It was easy to listen to such concepts, as they flowed subtly and with somewhat of a sense of humor from Gill. After all, he did at times seem to defy gravity. »
In Yosemite in the late ‘70s Yvon Chouinard said about John : « Climbing is still in a stage of pure physical movement, and the next step is going to be mind control. I think Gill has already gone into that, from watching him prepare for a boulder even in the late ‘50s. … You’re going to have to use meditation and Yoga to be able to get up some of the new climbs, because pure physical strength and technique are not going to be enough. … I think it’s going to be Zen and the art of rock climbing. »
In the beginning, John found inspiration for his mental training by reading the books of Carlos Castaneda (« A Separate Reality », « The Teachings of Don Juan », « The Art of Dreaming », …) Often he soloed long, easy graded routes to enter mentally another world and experiment with the flow effect. Experiences such as these were entirely the consequences of meditative practices, for he NEVER had used psychedelic drugs.
Furthermore, Pat Ament writes in the biography : « Gill spoke of a mystical reality that, as he described, was an « extension of the hypnagogic state. » He suggested that certain exertions in bouldering occasionally produced an apparent separation of « I-consciousness » and physical body, « similar to how the mind of a long-distance runner seems to soar above the automaton-like running form… » … Gill seemed fond of the phrase « kinesthetic awareness, » meaning perhaps « self-realization, » a turning inward where all realms – sensory, mental, athletic, artistic, intellectual, mystical, spiritual and aesthetic – are united. »
In his essay « Notes on Bouldering – The Vertical Path » John described that the « outer value » of bouldering, pure difficulty, is just one aspect of the sport. The « inner value » of bouldering has much more to offer. But to acquire it one has to break away from competition !
In his description about a climb near Pueblo that John Gill and Chris Jones soloed together, Chris said : « One must be free to choose a more difficult way than the easiest, if that is what strikes the fancy of the moment. The rock must be a menu, for this « menu-soloing .» The choices, freedom, movement, mental acuity inspired by the exposure, warmth of the sun, feel of the rock – the EXPERIENCE is everything. »
I am SO happy that I had the chance to have contact with John and ask him to make a little interview with this living legend. I hope you enjoy this interview as much as I did ! Let it be a little inspiration for you to improve yourself, change the way you see things, change your views about climbing and enter mentally another world while climbing.
I advice you to read the biography « John Gill – MASTER OF ROCK » written by his friend Pat Ament (ISBN : 0-8117-2853-6) and have a look at his website www.johngill.net !
Have fun … it’s all in your mind !
1. When and how did you discover bouldering/climbing ?
In 1953, as a junior in high school in Atlanta, Georgia, a classmate, Jeanne Shearer (Bergen) took me along to north Georgia on a one-day expedition to try to find a cave in the middle of a limestone cliff. She had ropes and carabiners and slings, and I was fascinated with dangling above an abyss and scrambling about. I started bouldering – without knowing that was what I was doing – in 1954, while a student at Georgia Tech. Seemed like a natural extension of the gymnastics I was learning. A couple of years later in the Tetons Yvon Chouinard told me I was "bouldering", something he and his pals did in a light-hearted way at Stoney Point near Los Angeles. No one had the faintest idea of the history or origin of the activity, and it was strictly playtime on the rock, not serious climbing. Some Brit, I'm guessing, told someone at Stoney Point in the late 1940s or early 1950s they were "boulderers".
2. Do you still boulder/climb a lot? If not, how did you put the sport behind you?
I quit bouldering over twenty years ago after tearing the biceps off my right forearm in a bouldering accident. After thirty-something years of chalked-up dynamics, my body said "enough". I returned to my other climbing love – modest freesoloing – for a number of years. These days, with arthritic shoulders and chronic rotator cuff problems, I still enjoy traverses right above the ground, and I may get back into some solo climbing this summer, as well. However, I can't jump off boulders anymore, regardless of mats.
3. Do you consider climbing in general as a sport or a lifestyle?
For me it was an athletic lifestyle.
4. In how far do you relate mathematics with climbing and gymnastics with climbing? What do they all have in common?
I'm not sure mathematics has much to do with gymnastics, but the problem-solving aspect bears some relationship with the more cerebral aspect of rock climbing or bouldering. Gymnastics was good for me, for I began climbing with no athletic background and the still rings and gymnasium rope led to chalk, dynamics, and strength. I did gymnastics for its own sake as well, enjoying learning difficult moves and feeling the grace and precision necessary for the sport.
5. What do you mean by “option soloing”?
Picking and choosing among different possible lines according to difficulty or aesthetics when going up otherwise relatively easy terrain.
6. Do you stay in tune with modern bouldering, the magazines or websites?
Not really. I read some of the articles occasionally.
7. What differs in your opinion the climbing of today from the climbing when you discovered the sport?!
The level of naiveté. When too much is known about an activity and the standards are very high, it seems more like work than play. There was a different sense of adventure back then, more like a pilot flying by the seat of his pants in the 1920s when compared to modern flight training. Jets are neat, but think of the time the old barnstormers had!
8. What do you think of the current grading system in bouldering and the 20+ moves boulder traverses? Should they be graded as a route or a boulder problem?
The V-scale seems adequate, although I'd like to see one set of numbers or letters for all kinds of rock moves, low or high, short or extended – a system incorporating some sort of additional marker to distinguish power from endurance.
9. What do you think about the recent grade-explosion? Wouldn't a scaling system that is in constant evolution or a grading system depending on the number of ascents be more appropriate?
Every generation since the 1950s has seen a "grade explosion". If the circumstances are right, yes, a simple ratio of attempts vs. success might be a nearly-objective system. But this is very unlikely to occur. In gymnastics, in the 1950s, there were A, B, and C level moves. Now there are D and E and super E additional levels of difficulty. The open-ended structure is entrenched and would take a nuclear detonation to change!
10. How many moves had a typical boulder problem "at your time"? And how high were they?
Depends on where they were. At Jenny Lake the problems were very short, just three or four moves, if that, on 12 foot-high boulders. In the Needles of South Dakota, they were somewhat longer, sometimes up to 30 feet, but that was rare. I used to compare a problem with a gymnastic routine, which would have 7 or 8 moves at most. More than that and you were on a climb.
11. Why didn't you put a mattress under your boulders? For ethical reasons, transportation issues or are the young guys cowards? :-)
Are you kidding? Pads were invented to make money. We would take a simple and cheap top-rope along for some of the problems with bad landings or exposure. The "ethics" of not using a top-rope was subtly encouraged by pad makers. A mattress? Puleeese!
12. Is a boulderer a better gymnast or a gymnast a better boulderer?
I don't think there is a solid correlation. In my time – in the 1950s – being a gymnast helped, but not necessarily now that rock climbing has become so specialized and advanced. Better to avoid the excess weight of gymnastic muscle tissue.
13. Didn't you offend any purists and climbers of your time when you started using chalk and doing dynamical movements?
There were some – usually those lucky climbers whose hands stayed dry naturally – who complained about chalk. They didn't feel good losing their genetic advantage! There weren't many who complained about dynamics, although climbers had to become stronger over the years to successfully apply dynamics to the rock. The old adage about three-point suspension came down through the ages in British circles, where climbers objected to the "excessive" use of modern gear. Geoffrey Winthrop Young and others recoiled from the idea of risking falls. Also, the US Army strongly encouraged their mountain troops to follow that practice.
14. You began rock climbing around 1953! Does climbing guard against arthritis?
Little correlation, if any. My shoulders are badly arthritic, but that came mostly from still ring work years ago. My hands and fingers are fine, and it's been 55 years now. I suspect, however, that some types of crack climbing may lead to the condition./p>
15. Do you think the best climbers in the world are that good mainly through good genetics or through dedication?
First genetics, then practice. Without a good anatomical structure, the higher levels of difficulty may not be attainable.
16. Do you believe that yoga and meditation exercises help a lot to increase the level of climbing?
What I found was that meditation increased my enjoyment of climbing no matter what the level. Why does everything have to relate to reaching a higher number?
17. In Pat Ament's biography about you, Yvon Chouinard said: "Climbing is still in a stage of pure physical movement, and the next step is going to be mind control. I think Gill has already gone into that,... in the late '50s.". Please comment on that and do you agree with our saying "it's all in your mind!"?
Speaks for itself, doesn't it? But I think mental control is achieved while actually struggling on the rock – itself a disciplining authority - rather than sitting in an ashram.
18. In how far did the books of Carlos Castaneda help you to enter mentally another world?
They were a tremendous help. After entering another form of reality I saw the true and ancient foundations of religion. Saint Theresa of Avila was a pioneer in this realm.
19. In your essay "Notes on bouldering-The Vertical Path" you wrote that aiming for difficulty in our sport is unhealthy! Why?
Did I say that? Huh. It's not unhealthy, but it is overly confining. There are other dimensions of the sport. One can climb as a moving meditation – not to increase difficulty levels, but to enjoy a kind of epiphany.
20. Please explain and tell us a little bit about "kinaesthetic awareness" and the "flow effect" you experimented with for many years?
Any gymnast can understand the flow of a routine and feel graceful and precise movement. It's not merely to impress the judges. It's an inner reward. It's too bad that the sport of bouldering has been taken over by those who see it as simply competition and a numbers game.
Thank you very much for this interview John and we wish you good luck & health and all the best for the future and may the force be with you!
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Songs By Pat Ament
Head over to Aquarium Drunkard to get the lowdown on a record that I’ve pretty much fallen in love with in the past few weeks: Songs By Pat Ament, an impossibly rare early 70s Colorado singer-songwriter affair reissued by Grapefruit Records this month. There’s context from James Jackson Toth, a lengthy and revealing conversation between Ament and Simon Joyner, and you can stream the whole thing, too. Great stuff -- an intimate, immersive listen, with lyrics pitched somewhere between Cohen and Dylan, warm Wurlitzer vibes and Ament’s lovely vocals. A total gem. Just listen to the opening track and you’ll be hooked.  
“Always it seems a whole world is ready to dismiss a new artist. They said about Dylan that he sang like a dog with his foot caught in barbed wire. When El Greco went to Toledo, Spain, the rival Spaniard artists hated him and persecuted him, in part because his work violated tradition, with its elongated shapes, but also because the church started to give him the big commissions. People also find success to be an affront. In fact, though, this album came together in an instant, little to no rehearsal, just several friends who went into the studio and did everything quickly, many on first take. I put no thought into arranging the songs, and they were anything but honed. The goal simply was to get them on tape, in some form, and maybe something good would come of it. I had no plan for the album, other than that it might go out into the world and make a little magic of its own. Through the years, and now, I would learn it did in fact touch a few people.” 
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7 and/or 44 early days skwistok? 😳 All these prompts are too good
[50 Types of Kisses prompts]
I know! I love writing kisses, I LOVE WRITING KISSES!!
7. French kisses where they trace every tooth with their tongues as though trying to memorize them
44. Tentative kisses given in the dark
Toki wasn't exactly sure the name of the city they were in tonight, his knowledge of American geography sorely lacking, but he did know their tour had been heading steadily north judging by the temperature. Tampa was hot even in January but here the wind blowing in from the nearby bay carried scattered snowflakes, speckling his face with frosty kisses. 
He hefted another latched gearbox, passing it off to one of the shivering roadies bundled head to toe in black, their face obscured by a ski mask. For them, this was positively frigid, but Toki was comfortable in just his t-shirt, even soaked through with sweat from their performance.
"Dere you ams!" He turned to face the voice. Skwisgaar stepped out of the nightclub, shrugging on a shearling jacket and patting down his pockets as he approached. "Why you aments inside gettingk drunks wif us?"
"Just helping load out. We almost done."
The blonde popped a cigarette between smirking lips and lit up. "You don't gots to do dat, udderwise what's we got dem guys for, hah?" He jerked his chin at the masked roadies.
"Is okei, ams used to doing dis kinda works." Toki truthfully didn't mind, but wasn't going to resist the arm that slung around his neck and lead him away from the tour van. "Why you not still inside drinking wif de guys and all de screaming ladies?"
"Needed some air." 
They crossed the street, following the sidewalk towards the pier that ran behind a row of vacant buildings, their windows broken or sealed with graffitied plywood. Skwisgaar seemed a little tipsy, but not so much that he couldn't walk a straight line. He swung his long leg over the chain barrier, still pulling Toki along til they reached the waterfront.
"You playeds a good show tonights, you know." He took a drag, exhaling smoke through his nose. "Nice clean sweeps. You been workin's hard and it ams paying off."
"Reallies?! You means dat?!" 
"Ja."
The compliment elated him, and Toki spun under the arm still draped over his shoulder. He wrapped Skwisgaar in a grateful hug and without thinking, added a swift peck to the cheek. The taller man didn't bemoan his affection or try to pull away as he normally did when Toki got touchy feely, only chuckling quietly as he looked out over the ocean.
"It's kinda nice outs. Almost feels like back home." He tapped ash from his cigarette but didn't bring it back to his mouth.
Toki's arms were still around Skwisgaar's waist, goosebumps rising across his exposed skin now that he wasn't exerting his energy hauling equipment. He watched as snowflakes caught in Skwisgaar's hair so that he looked like he'd been dusted with sugar crystals, others melting where they landed against his skin. One touched down at the corner of his mouth, and Toki leaned in to cover it with his lips before it too disappeared. 
A tiny smile formed on Skwisgaar's face as Toki pulled back. His cheeks were pink, maybe from the wind or possibly the booze. Or maybe something else, Toki thought, as Skwisgaar finally looked away from the moonlit waves and down at him instead.
He tasted like vodka and tobacco, Toki's tongue delving into his mouth unimpeded. They were alone, there was no reason to rush, and Toki wanted to commit this feeling to memory. He broke off only when he became desperate for air. Skwisgaar smiled again, lifting his gaze to the ocean again and opening his coat to wrap over Toki's bare arms.
Inhaling deeply of the chilled salt air, Skwisgaar repeated himself. "Ams a nice night." 
Toki tucked his forehead to Skwisgaar's neck, his eyes fluttering closed as he concentrated on the steady pulse under warm flesh. He tightened his grip when a gust whirled around them, but for now the cold had no bite.
"Ja. Feels like home."
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Chapter 27 - Wonder whose arms will hold you good and tight (when it’s exactly twelve o’clock that night) [part 2]
Birds Of a Feather
(In the previous chapters: Layla and some of the guys are trying to prepare a decent New Year’s Eve party, while Eddie and Sara went to watch the final installment of The Godfather saga; an attempt of Ed to become closer to Sara failed miserably)
“Ok, so, I have a ball”  Sara was still shaken when she got home and it took her awhile to steady her hand and insert her key correctly into the lock. But what she heard Layla say from the living room, as soon as she pushed the door open, managed to break the bubble of numbness she fell into after the movie.  “Alright, go on” Mike prompted Layla to continue as he was sitting right in front of her on the couch, together with the other friends who were forming a sort of semicircle around the girl. “I’ll give it to you, then I’ll give it to you, then to you, and you…” she went on with the game Sara knew too well, addressing the guys one by one “Then I’ll give it to you, Sara, hi!” Everybody in the room turned to greet Sara briefly, only to focus back on Layla a moment later.  “Then I’ll pass it to Mike again, then to Stone. Who’s got the ball?” the girl concluded and asked. “SARA!” Mike shouted animatedly. “Hi to you too, Cready. I see you’re already in overdrive despite the early hour” Sara smirked as she hung her jacket and approached the group. “I’m very happy you’re here Miss Fancini but… I wasn’t talking to you, that was my answer to Layla’s game. And I bet I’m right, am I not?” Mike talked gently to her, then turned to question Layla with almost crazy eyes. “No, it’s actually Chris who has the ball” the girl shrugged. “CHRIS?! How can it be Chris? You didn’t even look at him!” Jeff complained from his seat. “It’s Chris, sorry guys. Wanna try again?” “No, thanks, I’m already tired of this and I guess I’m not the only one, am I right guys?” Stone tried to stop the game, not because he was actually bored, but more to prevent the mess his bandmates were gonna make until they’d find the solution. “OVER MY DEAD BODY!” Mike blurted out. “Nobody’s leaving until we guess the right answer” Jeff added. “You mean until I guess the answer” the guitarist pointed out. “Yeah that’s exactly what I meant: until I guess the correct answer, ha!” Ament retorted. <Fuck, this is gonna be rich…> Stone thought as he sipped his beer and enjoyed the show. “Shall I do it again then or not?” Layla chimed in during the verbal fight and everybody nodded yes. “Right. Now… as y’all know by now, I have a ball” she added with a devilish smile. “Oh Jesus”  “Shut up Stone! Go on, babe” Jeff yelled and the girl was almost surprised the bass player was using an endearment term to call her instead of the usual Four Eyes or other funny nicknames. <He’s probably being kind only to get some hints> she soon realized.  “I pass the ball to Matt, then I give it to you” Layla pointed at Sara and then at different guys in the room and in the end she asked again who had the ball. “Is it Jeff?” Chris tried to guess out of the blue. “Yes, Chris, it’s Jeff! Good job! But why?” the girl pointed at Cornell who suddenly had all eyes on him. “YOU! HOW DID YOU DO IT?!” Mike yelled at the singer who wasn’t really aware of being at the center of the attention in that moment. “I don’t know, I thought… maybe alf… alp… you know the letters, as they go…” Chris hardly mumbled something. “ALPHABETICAL ORDER! IS IT? I KNOW IT IS! AM I RIGHT?” Jeff basically stole Cornell’s answer since he wasn’t in his own mind. “No, that’s not the right answer” Layla shook her head no but Jeff insisted. “What? Of course it’s the alphabet! You said it was Chris, then me” “Did you forget I was the one who had the ball on the first round?” Stone added with an annoyed voice “Then it was Matt, then me again. What kind of alphabet do they teach in Montana?” “Oh right…” Jeff sulked then squinted as if he was trying to concentrate more on the possible solution. “You’re following an order anyway, are you?” Matt asks. <The first question of the evening with some sense, thank God> Layla sighed internally. “No, that’s the point, I’m not following any specific order” she replied but someone misunderstood the answer. “ARE YOU TELLING ME YOU’VE BEEN MAKING FUN OF US FOR AN HOUR AND YOU’RE JUST CALLING PEOPLE RANDOMLY?!” Mike stood up but Sara pulled him down on the couch. “Hey, just relax! That’s not what she meant” she admonished him. “I only meant I’m not following an order but THERE IS a reason why I’m calling people. The reason is that… they’ve got the ball” Layla explained calmly and Mike’s face finally turned back to its natural color. “So it’s because of something we got…” the guitarist nodded but ignored something that someone else was ready to point out. “… And how did you know what she really meant, Sara?” Stone asked right when someone rang the doorbell. “Right! How did you fucking know?” Ament growled and all of a sudden Sara was the focus of the whole attention. “Well, that’s because I was the one who taught her this game” she candidly replied, reaching into a bowl of chips. “WHAT?” Mike gasped and the doorbell rang again. “Err, isn’t anybody going to answer the door?” Layla said, timidly standing up. “Lemme do this, so I can put an end to this stupid cross-examination” her best friend was quicker than her, and went to the front door munching. “Oh, it’s you” she dead-panned, taking a step to the right to let Eddie enter the apartment. “Yeah, I-I just took a walk” he said, stepping inside “Where’s everybody?” “In the living room, wasting time without getting anything done” she shrugged and made her way to the other room, with the guy right behind her. “Hey, it’s Eddie!” Mike enthusiastically greeted him, then patted the space beside him “C’mere, buddy, our dear Layla has been entertaining us with the most mind-blowing game that mankind could ever experience!” “Is that so?” the singer smiled at the girl, then plopped himself where his bandmate had pointed. “It is, indeed!” Cornell chimed in, then looked in Sara’s direction “And her friend, here – what was your name again, darling?” “I can’t believe this… you’re so full of shit, Chris” she snorted, stuffing again her face with other chips “Audrey Hepburn, that’s how people call me” “I can see why, the two of you could practically be sisters!” he retorted, sipping some beer for the umpteenth time “Anyway, as I was saying, miss Hepburn here has confessed to be the one who taught miss Layla this trick of the mind, so we’re gonna extort the solution from her!” “... Over my dead body”       “Nobody’s gonna reveal anything to anyone, you’re all gonna play honestly and ask questions and find the solution using reasoning and deduction” Layla tried to have the guys focus on the game. “In that case I think you’d better go and buy an inflatable number 2 balloon because we’ll most likely be still here one year from now without knowing the solution” Stone said, making Layla laugh. <Why is she laughing? Does she think I’m joking?> “Haha, come on! It’s easy! Ok, Eddie you probably don’t know but… I have a ball!”  “Alright” Eddie tried to concentrate, especially because he didn’t want to make a poor figure with the girl. “I give it to you first” “Ok” “Then I’ll give it to Mike, then back to you, then back to Mike once again. Then I’ll pass it to Sara, then back to you. Who’s got the ball?”  “Uhm… I got the ball”  “Yes! Why?” “WHAT?” Jeff yelled. “Beginner’s luck” Mike mumbled between gritted teeth. “Because..  I was the last one to get it?” Eddie tried to guess. “Pfffft! As if it was that easy!” the bass player snorted and had a sudden revelation “Wait, it’s because he arrived last! You’re following the order in which we arrived, right?”  “Nuh-uh, I’m following no specific order, I told you! And Eddie’s answer was only 50% correct anyway” Layla went on and dropped another hint. “What do you mean?” this time it was Stone that asked, taking it personally: he pretended he didn’t care but he felt he HAD to find the solution. “Somebody else has got the ball too” El shrugged and the guys went nuts. “WHAT THE HELL??” Mike cried. “... Two balls?” Jeff followed.  “Balls usually come in pairs anyway” Chris joked and the room went silent for a couple of seconds before everyone burst out laughing. “Hahaha, you idiot! By the way, Eddie and Chris both have the ball” “Sara, please, put an end to this. Can’t you see we’re suffering?” Matt chimed in, still in stitches. <Weeeell, if YOU ask me, I can’t say no> Sara pondered and it was like her roommate could read her mind.  “… NO FUCKING WAY” she hissed and in that instant Sara knew that, since the F word was pronounced, hell could start any minute now.  “I don’t wanna know the answer, I wanna play! Try me again” Eddie clapped his hands and winked at Layla. <If I had an actual ball, by now I’d have squeezed it until it exploded…> the girl thought as she went back to being her usual smiley self, trying to act nonchalant. “That's because you’ve just arrived! We’ve been racking our brains over this fucking ball for an hour!” Ament complained, then turned around and, unexpectedly, offered his best puppy eyes to someone else “Ok, Sara, what do you want to spill the beans?” “Cough, cough! I have a ball!” Layla ignored the comments and started it all over, while the other girl gestured zipping up her own lips. “Please!” the bass player pleaded once more, and Sara turned her face just in time – apparently, the puppy eyes were working better than her expectations suggested. “I’ll give it to Mike, then to Matt, then I’ll give it to you, Sara, then I’ll keep it to myself.” the other girl continued, adding another new element “Now, who’s got the ball?”  “Now I can see: balls are brain cells going lost during this game” Stone joked but was immediately shushed by everyone. “Is it… Mike?” Eddie tried. “No! It’s Matt and Stone”  “... Jesus Christ” Mike face-palmed, letting himself fall on the floor. “And nooow, Sara and I are gonna give you all a moment to ponder” Layla stood up and literally pulled up her friend from the couch and dragged her away from the living room. “El, I don’t know what’s happening to me but I’m starting to pity them. The caveman even begged me! Maybe I should give them the solution…” Sara remarked, still surprised by how low Jeff could stoop to have the solution. <Pity, sure… and Matt’s charming smile has got nothing to do with it, right?> Layla thought as she pushed her friend even more away from the gang’s protests. “C’mon, you don’t have to stay here and tell ‘em the answer!” she exclaimed, while the other girl rolled her eyes. “Look, I’m not partaking in this madn-” “Run along, you have to get changed and ready for the party! There’s no time to waste by dawdling here!” she took Sara by the shoulders and dragged her until they were in front of Jeff’s ex-room “I’m sorry but for the hair and make-up this time you’re kinda on your own, I have to supervise the preparations” “Great loss, now I’m actually offended” the younger girl dead-panned and then faked a noble, detached voice “You’re free to go, servant” “Your Grace is so full of understanding, I shall never thank you enough!” Layla laughed and quickly went back to the living room, afraid of how many different kinds of damage could be awaiting for her, while Sara finally opened the door in front of her.  “Nice try, El” she smirked, eyeing the jumpsuit that was lying on her bed “It would be a real shame if somebody were to completely ignore your innocent suggestion…” The girl caressed the velvety texture of the clothing and simultaneously went for one of the dresser’s drawer handles, pulling it towards her without looking at it, but it was apparently stuck. “Oh, fuckin’ great… That asshole obviously couldn’t check if the room was falling to pieces before chivalrously lending it to me” she muttered, trying again with more strength; once again, the drawer didn’t budge.  “This is ridiculous – whatever, just lemme grab something quick from the closet so El won’t feel the urge to bug m-” While she was pulling, Sara heard a faint metallic sound, so she looked better and finally found the bitter truth: the closet and every single drawer inside her room had been sealed up with a plethora of lockets. “What in tHE FLYING FUCK IS GOING ON HERE??? EEEEEEEEEL!” she roared, running away from that living nightmare and demanding immediate explanations from her so-called best friend.     
“I can’t see why you’re making a fuss about this? You love that jumpsuit, don’t you?” Layla was rubbing her temples as she tried to stay calm and talk to her friend through the door, which had been locked by Sara from the inside. <I should have made the room keys disappear, how could I forget?>  “Yeah, I love it, but that doesn’t necessarily mean that I want to wear it!” “It’s lovely and looks great on you and I didn’t buy it for you to keep it in your closet forever! I wanna see my present finally put into good use”  That seemed to shut Sara up, leaving her with her mouth open but no words coming out of it. “And I bet everybody’s gonna love it, especially the guys!” Layla added, making the worst mistake. “... OH YEAH, THAT WILL SURELY BE THE MAIN REASON FOR ME TO WEAR IT” her best friend regained consciousness “PLEASING GUYS IS MY MISSION IN LIFE” she roared back, while Layla tried to convince her to lower her voice. “Shhhhhh fuck, I was almost there!” the girl cursed at herself for talking too much and went back grasping at straws “Who said anything about pleasing anyone? I just meant that they’ll appreciate your party outfit and won’t make any unpleasant remarks about it. Plus they’re mostly drunk, what they say makes no sense anyway, so who cares? And since when do you care about men’s opinion? A bunch of guys now stop you from doing what you like or wearing what you want?”  “THAT DOESN’T MAKE ANY GODD-wait a minute, it actually makes sense” “Of course it does! Come on, get out of that room, please” Layla insisted, pleased with herself for pushing Sara’s right buttons. “... I don’t know, it seems like a stupid thing to do; after all, it’s you who wants me to wear the jumpsuit, not me” “Jesus…” Sara’s friend rolled her eyes “Right, since you don’t wanna wear it, don’t do it. But remember I’ve got all the keys so I’m really curious about what your alternative choice of clothes will be in the end” “My pajamas would work too, you know?” Layla wanted to smash her own head against the wall or against the door so she could open it and put an end to this, when she finally came up with something. “Alright, put your pjs on… Wait, that’s not a bad idea at all! Let’s all put pajamas and turn this into a slumber New Year’s Eve party! Sara, you’re a genius” “... I didn’t think you would have agreed with my idea, but-” “I’m gonna go and tell the others! I heard Jeff sleeps in the nude, did you know that?” “YOU HEARD WHAT?!”
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“There she is! Where have you been? We were talking about you!” Matt waved to a girl who was slowly pushing her way through the crowd, and the whole group of people near him turned around to see who was coming. “All good things, I hope”  “If you’re dressed like that? Always, Sara” the drummer winked at her, then threw his arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to him; needless to say, the girl blushed to the roots of her hair. “Is that a jumpsuit with the zodiac?!” she heard a loud gasp and turned in the direction of another girl, shorter than her and clinging to her boyfriend’s arm, whose eyes were literally shining. “Yep, it is” “That is so gorgeous! Can I come closer to better see it?” “Yeah, no problem” “Oh my God, you’re an angel! Thank you!” the other girl almost squealed in excitement, then jumped in front of her and began to study her garment “This is real velvet, I can’t believe it! Where did you find this gem?!” “I think it’s that shop in Pike Place… Vintage Clothing?” “... the place where Xana used to work” the girl had turned to face again her boyfriend and share a knowing look with him, then refocused on her “I doubt I’ll ever find something as cool as this, but thanks for the tip”  She offered her a genuine smile and her hand to shake: “I’m Demri, by the way, and this is my boyfriend Layne” “I was the one who told ‘em to come, hope it’s alright!” Chris chimed in, giving a nudge to the Alice In Chains singer. “You did the right thing, Cornell; they’re cool enough to hang with us losers” Sara grinned, then waved back at Layne “Hiya to you as well, stranger; how are your bandmates doing?”  “Oh, Jerry is with a girlfriend of his and Sean and Mike went to do a tour of some of the hundreds of parties that this city has to offer – but I wonder how Mike will react when I tell him that I went to the same party that you attended” the guy smirked at her “Did he come to visit you at your workplace?” “Nope, thank God” “Fear not: he will… soon” “He’s gonna get me fired! Please, can’t you come with him so you can keep him at bay? Pretty please” “Hey, it’s not my fault if he doesn’t understand a single thing when you’re nearby… his brain short-circuits” “So you’re the one who has poor Mike wrapped around her finger! I can see why” Demri joined them again, giving the girl a little nudge “If it helps any, he seems pretty serious about it – I, for once, have never seen him acting like that before” “I don’t know, I’m not that keen on trusting men… seems like a waste of time” Sara shrugged, then followed Layla with her gaze: she was talking with Stone and Ed and seemed really invested in drinking what was inside her glass. 
“Can I get one more try?” Eddie pleaded Layla, who was chatting and drinking with him and Stone in the middle of the living room among the party guests. “No, you can’t” Gossard answered in her place, officially because he was fed up with the game, but actually because he wanted to be the one to guess the solution right. “Sure you can! But, as I said, I’ll tell the solution after midnight” the girl replied sipping her sangria through a straw. “Alright, alright eheh, no pressure, I swear” Eddie put his hands out laughing and his guitarist friend rolled his eyes so hard for a moment he thought his retinas detached. <No pressure? Tsk, that’s your problem, man. What about putting a little pressure on this girl for a change?> “Ok so I have a ball, then I-” Layla started but was soon interrupted by a stranger’s voice behind her back. “Who’s got a bong?” Stone didn’t need to look up to the person who spoke to know who it was and a smile appeared on his face. “Hey Lukin! I thought you’d never come” Gossard patted his friend on his back. “Uhm, now that’s not something I hear that often... too bad you’re not a girl, Stoney.” Matt replied and finally noticed the other two people looking at him with the same perplexed expression on their face “Hi, so where’s this bong of yours? I’m ready”  Layla laughed as the guy clapped his hands once and then rubbed them together. “She said ball, not bong, you asshole!” Stone explained barely holding his laughter. “Yeah, right, hehe, it’s a game, you know? Anyway, I’m Layla, nice to meet you” she stretched her hand out and he looked at it suspiciously before shaking it. “Nice to meet you too. But you shouldn’t play with people’s feeling and promise bongs that are not actually there. That’s not nice at all” “Oh, sorry… well, I’m sure somebody brought something to smoke, don’t worry” Layla was almost apologizing for doing nothing and that made both Eddie and Stone laugh. “Who needs bongs? We can always make a pipe out of a can, do you remember?” Stone said referring to older times. “Yeah, and that’s when we came up with the motto Who needs a bong when you have coke?” Lukin explained, suddenly serious, as he was a teacher talking to his students. “Smoking through a coke can? Isn’t it dangerous, with the chemicals and everything?” the girl retorted. “Chemicals are not as dangerous as Matt Lukin” Stone remarked while Eddie introduced himself too. “Nothing’s as dangerous as Matt Lukin!” another guy came up from out of nowhere and put his hands on Stone and Matt’s shoulders, then his attention focused on the girl in the small circle “Layla?? Hiiiiii!” The color drained from the girl’s face once she recognized the guy’s face. “Steve! Hi!” she faked an excessively big smile and both Eddie and Stone, although for different reasons, noticed something was off. “Wait, do you know each other?” Stone asked confused. “Well, either they do or they’re champs at Guess my name” Lukin pointed out. “Huh… well, yeah, I know her, she’s the girl who works at Scarecrow Video”  “THAT ONE?? OUCH!” Matt almost yelled, only until Steve squeezed his shoulder very hard. “Yeah, and I know him as a customer, ehehehe” Layla went on. <... And as the guy who asked me out and I had to turn down> Layla told herself as she thought about Steve coming to the shop and striking up a conversation with an excuse to get to know her. She didn’t understand he was flirting with her  – not even the fact he used to come over to the shop ever so often opened her eyes. The fact he started to rent at least a couple of movies every day gave her a sneaky suspicion.  “And how do you know each other? I’m Eddie, by the way” Vedder tried to make his handshake as firm as he could. “Steve” “Yeah, I’m good at Guess My Name too” Eddie continued. “The new singer, huh? Well, Stone and I used to be in the same band. Did you tell them about Green River or is it a taboo topic?” Turner joked trying not to make it too obvious that he was drooling all over Layla. When he asked her out and she turned him down, he didn’t take it too well. He knew she had a boyfriend, she didn’t miss a chance to casually drop his name during their conversations.  <But he wasn’t in Seattle after all… I mean, he was in a different city, in a different state… he was in fuckin’ Massachusetts! Why waste your time and your youth with a long distance relationship?> “Oh yeah, you told me you were in a band! But I think it was a different band, or I didn’t get the name right maybe” Layla chewed on her lower lip trying to remember the band name he had told her. “I told you about Mudhoney, that is my current band” “MUDHONEY! That’s it, yeah, now I remember!” “Well, now I’m in Mudhoney with this guy over here and another couple of guys, who are not at the party” <Thank God!> Stone thought, picturing a fist fight between Mark Arm and Sara as very likely. “He said that guy over here because he doesn’t remember my name anymore” Lukin said shrugging. “He remembered hers though… and she remembered his, he must be a regular customer, right?” Vedder realized his comment was out of place the moment he said it but it was too late. “Yeah, sort of… not now though, I mean, not as much as I used to” Steve answered. “Oh, and why?” “Well-” Turner started to speak but Layla interrupted him out of the blue. “I’ve never tried with a coke can but once I smoked pot through a carrot” the girl gave her statement and Matt’s attention focused on her right away. “What?” “And once I got high with a snorkeling mask too” “WHAT??” Stone and Eddie yelled at the same time, as they probably found the second option weirder than the first one for some reason. “I like your attitude. Can I become a regular too?” Lukin suggested, then turned towards Steve “Ehm, can I? I’ve got no bad intentions, I swear” This exchange didn’t go unnoticed to Stone and most of all to Eddie, so Layla had to come up with another diversion. She started jumping and waving around her arms like the wings of an eagle, apparently wanting to get everybody’s attention. “HEY GUYS! WHO WANTS TO PLAY A GAME?”  
“Another one?” Jeff walked up to Layla and then acknowledged the rest of the group “Hey, hi guys!” “Yeah, we haven’t even finished the first one yet!” Stone complained. “Oh but I wasn’t thinking about a riddle, I meant something different, like a group game” the girl explained trying to ignore both Steve staring at her and Eddie staring at Steve. <Is this some kind of weird Mexican stand-off or something?> Layla asked herself in disbelief. “Make it a drinking game and I’m in” Lukin gladly accepted. “I had no doubt about it” Steve laughed. “MAKE IT STRIP POKER AND I’M IN TOO!” Mike yelled as he appeared out of thin air, coming back from one of his frequent trips to the bathroom. “Cready, I swear to fuckin’ God, if I hear you babblin’ one more time about this heckin’ strip poker, you can bet your sweet ass I’m gonna tie you up to a chair and force you to listen to Barry Manilow non-stop until your brain oozes out of your nose like fuckin’ pudding, understood?!” Sara had just stomped in their direction, making her opinion about the guitarist’s suggestion crystal clear. “... you’re no fun, Sara” McCready gave her his signature puppy eyes, along with a big pout, but the girl replied with a punch on his arm. “Yeah, in fact I’m not joking at all: you know I can do it and I will, so don’t tempt me” “Sara Fancini? Is that you? I can’t believe it” Steve chimed in and finally Sara turned around and registered his face. “... Well, I’ll be damned! Steve Turner!” she replied surprised. “If we were playing the drinking version of Guess the Name as I’ve been suggesting for hours, I’d be already drunk now” Lukin mirrored Mike’s pouting face while a bunch of guests had stopped to see what was happening. “You know her too. Wow. Are you a regular at Easy Street Records too?” Eddie narrowed his eyes at Turner as he addressed him. “I’ve known this guy for longer than six years, what do you mean ‘a regular’? A regular loser? A regular pain in the ass? Oh wait, you’re not in Jeff’s band anymore, so you might stand a chance in life, after all” Sara smirked and couldn’t help catching a glimpse of Ament’s angry face when she said that.  “I haven’t seen you for a while though, I didn’t remember you being so harsh” Steve pointed out with a smile. “... You tell me” Jeff remarked through fake coughing. “Oh right, you were in their band and Sara knew you back then” Eddie finally joined the dots. “Earth calls Eddie, Earth calls Eddie. Good morning Eddie, glad you’re finally back with us” Stone joked prompting an awkward and embarrassed look from the singer. “And where does this bullying against Jeff come from? I honestly remember you were getting along so we-” Steve insisted, dredging up the past, but he was promptly interrupted by Sara. “DID I HEAR SOMEONE SUGGESTING ‘NEVER HAVE I EVER’?? LET’S DO IT” “Someone who? I didn’t hear anything” Mike pointed out as he looked around. “Also because we’re not at a sixth grade party?” Gossard added but Layla immediately loved the idea and ignored him. “Yeah! That’s exactly what I was thinking about: a nice group game. I’m in!” “My idea of group games is a tad different but… ok, as long as it’s about people drinking and falling down on the floor I’m in” Lukin shrugged and joined in as other guests did.  “It can involve drinking?! COUNT ME IN” McCready chimed in again, going near Lukin and sharing a high five with him.
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