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deercountry2022-12-01 05:50 pm
hauntedsavior) wrote in deercountry2022-12-01 05:50 pm
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Who: Anna, Kainé, and you!
What: Anna's girlfriend makes her musical debut
When: Late November/early December
Where: Anna's bar
Content Warnings: Faces being rocked off
All right. Here it is. Their big debut, the two of them, right on stage at Anna's bar. She opens the show the way she normally does—with a rousing chorus of "Fuck the Shit" by Sons of Butcher that she hopes she never stops thinking is funny. And when the crowd dies down, she grabs the microphone and plants her feet firmly with her bass swinging around her neck.
"What's up, Trench? How we feeling tonight?" She drinks in the reaction the same way she always does, and right now, she does feel a little bit like a rockstar. Even if it's the same as every night so far, she knows that something incredibly important is coming.
"So you guys might not know it, but you're about to see something pretty fucking cool. See, it gets lonely up here on stage sometimes. I know, I know—but don't feel too bad for me, 'cause tonight I'm gonna have someone else here helping me out. You're gonna hear her play guitar, you're gonna hear her sing, and so help me if you guys don't clap I'm gonna get Steve to throw you all out."
She flashes a thumbs up towards the bartender on staff tonight and grins in his direction; he gives it back.
"See, he's on board. Okay, everyone, please give it up for local guest musician and the absolute love of my fucking life, Kainé!"
Kainé shuffles onto the stage with a guitar slung around her neck. The only thing giving her stage presence is her revealing outfit, practically just a miniskirt and a bustier, with stiletto heeled boots, but she's nearly expressionless as she approaches the mic, her eyes quickly darting away from the audience to look meaningfully at Anna.
She clears her throat her once, and growls, "Anybody who doesn’t cheer at her music, I'll fucking kill you." Yeah, that works. She'll let Anna handle the rest.
"She'll do it, gang," Anna says seriously with her head bowed low. "So here's what we've been working on together."
The setlist they play together has a bunch of songs that people who are regulars to Anna's shows haven't heard before. Nothing too complex, but things that lend themselves to an additional live guitar, to the angelic arias and guttural growls that Kainé is capable of producing—and a lot of the time during the show, Anna finds herself getting distracted. She's staring at her girlfriend and she knows it, not because of how hot she is but because of how proud Anna is of her.
The two of them get through the set, say their thank-yous, and then it's time to meet the adoring fans. Or the people who wandered in not expecting to see a miniature Lilith Fair's worth of lesbians on stage. Either way.
What: Anna's girlfriend makes her musical debut
When: Late November/early December
Where: Anna's bar
Content Warnings: Faces being rocked off
All right. Here it is. Their big debut, the two of them, right on stage at Anna's bar. She opens the show the way she normally does—with a rousing chorus of "Fuck the Shit" by Sons of Butcher that she hopes she never stops thinking is funny. And when the crowd dies down, she grabs the microphone and plants her feet firmly with her bass swinging around her neck.
"What's up, Trench? How we feeling tonight?" She drinks in the reaction the same way she always does, and right now, she does feel a little bit like a rockstar. Even if it's the same as every night so far, she knows that something incredibly important is coming.
"So you guys might not know it, but you're about to see something pretty fucking cool. See, it gets lonely up here on stage sometimes. I know, I know—but don't feel too bad for me, 'cause tonight I'm gonna have someone else here helping me out. You're gonna hear her play guitar, you're gonna hear her sing, and so help me if you guys don't clap I'm gonna get Steve to throw you all out."
She flashes a thumbs up towards the bartender on staff tonight and grins in his direction; he gives it back.
"See, he's on board. Okay, everyone, please give it up for local guest musician and the absolute love of my fucking life, Kainé!"
Kainé shuffles onto the stage with a guitar slung around her neck. The only thing giving her stage presence is her revealing outfit, practically just a miniskirt and a bustier, with stiletto heeled boots, but she's nearly expressionless as she approaches the mic, her eyes quickly darting away from the audience to look meaningfully at Anna.
She clears her throat her once, and growls, "Anybody who doesn’t cheer at her music, I'll fucking kill you." Yeah, that works. She'll let Anna handle the rest.
"She'll do it, gang," Anna says seriously with her head bowed low. "So here's what we've been working on together."
The setlist they play together has a bunch of songs that people who are regulars to Anna's shows haven't heard before. Nothing too complex, but things that lend themselves to an additional live guitar, to the angelic arias and guttural growls that Kainé is capable of producing—and a lot of the time during the show, Anna finds herself getting distracted. She's staring at her girlfriend and she knows it, not because of how hot she is but because of how proud Anna is of her.
The two of them get through the set, say their thank-yous, and then it's time to meet the adoring fans. Or the people who wandered in not expecting to see a miniature Lilith Fair's worth of lesbians on stage. Either way.
dropkicked dw into giving back this notif
the red-haired woman is waving her over. ]
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Like the show?
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[ and a way with voices! even though makima’s expression hardly changes from when they first met . . . ]
I didn’t know you two were a couple, either— congratulations.
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[ she doesn’t know the amount of time. it’s a small thing to rip a silent joke at. ]
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[ She doesn't get it or care. ]
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A toast to that.
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[ Who is she? Well, she doesn't have a drink in hand, so she can't toast. ]
Do you know her?
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