Lee plopped himself on the bed in his apartment, slipping on some old torn jeans and an old tee he'd worn since high school. He ruffled his blonde hair, thinking about how he needed to brush it. It was annoying, since there wasn't much need to brush it if it was shorter, but he'd been too poor for a haircut long enough for it to grow a bit past his shoulders.
He was getting ready for his job. It wasn't anything special, he was an assistant manager at Staples. He didn't hate his job, but he found it terribly boring. The only reason he kept at it was because he didn't make much money with his band, which was his true passion.
He started the band in the eighth grade with his still-best friend Damien. They both learned how to play guitar together and shared the dream of making it big. Now they were both twenty-three and still holding on to their dream.
Though Lee had a full-time job, he always made time for band practice after work. Him and Damien usually met up in Damien's condo with their drummer Haana and their pianist Georg. This particular group had been together for about five years, and started playing as a group as sophomores in high school.
They played the occasional gig, but nothing outside of their tiny Oregon town. Lee and Damien always wanted to play somewhere like Portland, but they were a bit too far away for that to be practical.
So. Like many other days, Lee sat in boredom throughout his day, just waiting for the time when he could get off work and get his hands on a guitar.
He was getting ready for his job. It wasn't anything special, he was an assistant manager at Staples. He didn't hate his job, but he found it terribly boring. The only reason he kept at it was because he didn't make much money with his band, which was his true passion.
He started the band in the eighth grade with his still-best friend Damien. They both learned how to play guitar together and shared the dream of making it big. Now they were both twenty-three and still holding on to their dream.
Though Lee had a full-time job, he always made time for band practice after work. Him and Damien usually met up in Damien's condo with their drummer Haana and their pianist Georg. This particular group had been together for about five years, and started playing as a group as sophomores in high school.
They played the occasional gig, but nothing outside of their tiny Oregon town. Lee and Damien always wanted to play somewhere like Portland, but they were a bit too far away for that to be practical.
So. Like many other days, Lee sat in boredom throughout his day, just waiting for the time when he could get off work and get his hands on a guitar.
Vin looked around. The alley seemed empty, but it wasn't. Vin new better, "Damien, I know you're out there, c'mon out." A guy sauntered from behind a dumpster, "You know you can't out sneak me." Vin was probably the best sneak in the whole town, maybe ever. Raised in an orphanage until he ran away at sixteen, now he lives in the streets. He started by stealing only what he needed, but after finding that he had a knack for it...
" I was wondering about that Grecian amulet from the museum, I hear there is no evidence of the thief..." Damien let the sentence end in a slightly questioning tone as he raised an eyebrow.
"There is no way I could have done that, you would need high tech equipment and a great crew. I'm just little ol' me." As he said this Vin pulled on a chain from under his baggy hoodie and held the fancy amulet up, letting it swing from his fingers like a pendulum.
"Right, well now that I know you're safe I'll be going. Have a nice night." Damien shook his head as he left. That kid was only twenty and could out-smart any security system imagined... Somehow.
" I was wondering about that Grecian amulet from the museum, I hear there is no evidence of the thief..." Damien let the sentence end in a slightly questioning tone as he raised an eyebrow.
"There is no way I could have done that, you would need high tech equipment and a great crew. I'm just little ol' me." As he said this Vin pulled on a chain from under his baggy hoodie and held the fancy amulet up, letting it swing from his fingers like a pendulum.
"Right, well now that I know you're safe I'll be going. Have a nice night." Damien shook his head as he left. That kid was only twenty and could out-smart any security system imagined... Somehow.
Lee's fingers were itching by the time he made it to the condo. Haana and Georg were setting up, testing the speakers and instruments, but...
"Has anyone seen Damien?" Lee scratched the back of his head. he wasn't particularly worried, but Damien wasn't one to be late for practice. Just as the question began to linger, the garage door was lifted and in walked the little devil himself.
"Hey." Damien said to no one in particular.
"What's up?" Lee replied. He seriously intended it to be a casual question that didn't really need to be replied, but he was still a bit curious as to what his best friend had been up to. His day had been so boring, he was hoping Damien could spice it up a bit.
"Nothin'. You?" Damien didn't even look to Lee as he spoke, but they rarely looked at each other when they spoke. They didn't need to. As Damien pulled his bass guitar strap over his head, strumming a few notes as Haana messed with the speaker dials, he noticed Lee's silence. And just as the friends they were, he knew exactly what that meant, Lee was sulking. SO he elaborated on his answer, "I mean, I didn't really do too much. Met some hot girls at the market center, though. Said they were just passin' through, but I told them that you and I could show them how to tear up the town rural style. They seemed interested. I even got a number."
Lee's eyes lit up, "No way man! I can't believe you would even try to hold out on me! And don't say you almost forgot, because you know how bad your bullshit smells!"
Lee grinned as he finished his outburst. As much as he loved his guitar and his band, the nightlife always made him feel alive. He could never really explain it, but he got the same feeling in the middle of the night that he had on center stage.
"Has anyone seen Damien?" Lee scratched the back of his head. he wasn't particularly worried, but Damien wasn't one to be late for practice. Just as the question began to linger, the garage door was lifted and in walked the little devil himself.
"Hey." Damien said to no one in particular.
"What's up?" Lee replied. He seriously intended it to be a casual question that didn't really need to be replied, but he was still a bit curious as to what his best friend had been up to. His day had been so boring, he was hoping Damien could spice it up a bit.
"Nothin'. You?" Damien didn't even look to Lee as he spoke, but they rarely looked at each other when they spoke. They didn't need to. As Damien pulled his bass guitar strap over his head, strumming a few notes as Haana messed with the speaker dials, he noticed Lee's silence. And just as the friends they were, he knew exactly what that meant, Lee was sulking. SO he elaborated on his answer, "I mean, I didn't really do too much. Met some hot girls at the market center, though. Said they were just passin' through, but I told them that you and I could show them how to tear up the town rural style. They seemed interested. I even got a number."
Lee's eyes lit up, "No way man! I can't believe you would even try to hold out on me! And don't say you almost forgot, because you know how bad your bullshit smells!"
Lee grinned as he finished his outburst. As much as he loved his guitar and his band, the nightlife always made him feel alive. He could never really explain it, but he got the same feeling in the middle of the night that he had on center stage.
Vin thought about Damien as he walked back to the abandoned warehouse that ha was squatting in. He had known Damien since he had been in his second foster home, he was ten and Damien was the only one who was ever nice. Vin went through another 4 families before he ran away. When Damien found Vin he was counting out the money he had collected from pockets of unknowing victims. Since then Damien had just check up on in from time to time. Vine had a natural knack for theft. Most people didn't know he had taken anything. He focused on things that wouldn't be missed. Vin messed with the Greek amulet. It was unlike him to seal something so valuable. It was strangely captivating though, all Vin wanted to do was look at it, just gaze into the pattern for hours. It was strange, the museum said it belonged to Hermes, the Greek god of messengers and thieves. Maybe that was why he was so drawn to it.
When practice ended, Lee and Damien had tried to invite Haana and Georg out as well, but apparently they had just recently become a 'thing' and wanted to spend the night with each other.
Being a small town, there was only so many places one could go. As per usual, when Damien gave the girls a call, he asked to meet at Olympus, the only bar that was worthy of mentioning. There were a good amount of bars in town, but the majority catered to the older community. Which made sense, with the town being mostly a retirement community, and all.
But Olympus was for the few 'youngins' in town. The owner was young himself, only a few years older than Lee, and his bar reflected that. It served any kind of cocktail you could think of, and many weekends they had a guest DJ in to put use to the dance floor.
Lee didn't often dance, but he had played a few gigs when they couldn't get anyone, or if there was a cancellation. The free alcohol during the gig was nice too.
So tonight, he and Damien were prepared to pay for their drinks, even though they knew most of, if not all, their money would go toward drinks for the girls.
Being a small town, there was only so many places one could go. As per usual, when Damien gave the girls a call, he asked to meet at Olympus, the only bar that was worthy of mentioning. There were a good amount of bars in town, but the majority catered to the older community. Which made sense, with the town being mostly a retirement community, and all.
But Olympus was for the few 'youngins' in town. The owner was young himself, only a few years older than Lee, and his bar reflected that. It served any kind of cocktail you could think of, and many weekends they had a guest DJ in to put use to the dance floor.
Lee didn't often dance, but he had played a few gigs when they couldn't get anyone, or if there was a cancellation. The free alcohol during the gig was nice too.
So tonight, he and Damien were prepared to pay for their drinks, even though they knew most of, if not all, their money would go toward drinks for the girls.
Vine decided something. Today he was going to be Lavinia. A girl. And go to a bar. Yes. Good plan. She used some stolen money to get a hot, skin tight dress and nice shoes. They were flats though, she didn't have any practice in heels, she even got a purse. After rapping her long wavy brown hair up in an elegant (if not perfect) bun she headed out. She wet to the bar everyone apparently went to. Lavinia had a fake Id made, it said she was 23, not too different from her actual age, but she almost always lied about something. She got there, feeling pretty and ready to be a girl for once and yet, Damien was there. 'Well, no sense in hiding from him,' She thought. Lavinia walked up to him and the guy he was hanging out with. "Hey Damien! Long time no see. Want do you think of my new look?" She said s she twirled in front of him. Lavinia knew she looked damn good.
Damien stared, he had never seen Vin look so fantastic. "Wha- What are you doing here? Dressed like THAT?!" He couldn't help it, she was vulnerable, a target. "Well I figured you could protect me from all the bad people, right?" She smiled at him, "Surely one night of fun won't hurt." She laughed a little at his face. "Fine, but don't wander... Uh, Lee, This is Lavinia, my uh, sister." Damien said to his friend.
Damien stared, he had never seen Vin look so fantastic. "Wha- What are you doing here? Dressed like THAT?!" He couldn't help it, she was vulnerable, a target. "Well I figured you could protect me from all the bad people, right?" She smiled at him, "Surely one night of fun won't hurt." She laughed a little at his face. "Fine, but don't wander... Uh, Lee, This is Lavinia, my uh, sister." Damien said to his friend.
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