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Post by Darcy Juliet O'Riley on Mar 30, 2009 16:46:08 GMT -5
Darcy O'Riley was exhausted. She had been rehearsing with the band all day and then had to go take care of some stupid promotional shit which didn't make her feel much better and to top it all off, she had a major migrane which just made her feel worse. She ran a pale hand through her blonde locks and let out a sigh of relief. Her nightmare of a day was finally over and now it was time for her to relax and partake in one of her favorite activities, eating. She spotted the place she was looking for, Cancun's and grinned. She sniffed the air and smelled the sweet aroma of spicy Mexican food, it smelled like heaven to her. She walked up to the cheery looking restaurant and opened the door, taken in by the now over-whelming smell of food."This place better be as good as it smells." she mumbled to herself. She'd never been there before but heard some other people on the tour raving about so she figured she'd give it a try with her drummer, Wes tonight. He was one of her best friends and a night out just the two of them was long over-do. She walked over to the woman standing behind the little stand where you waited for your table and said "Table for two, please?". Usually, she would've been much more polite but she was fucking starving and didn't have time for manners when food was at stake. The woman told her that it'll be a twenty minute wait and Darcy let out a sigh. She didn't mind waiting the twenty minutes. It'll give Wes a chance to get there and maybe a chance for her to people watch for a bit.
Darcy took a seat on a bright orange chair near the window and started to study the other people waiting for their tables. A couple of them were looking at her which was understandable, she did look a bit odd at the moment. She was wearing a gray tank-top with a pair of denim skinny jeans and her black converse high-tops which was a bit more casual than everyone else there. With another grin Darcy sat back and looked around at the people. She spotted a young couple who were all over each other in the corner and shook her head, she truned her green gaze to an older man who was sitting alone across from Darcy and also watching the couple. Creeper alert, she thought to herself and shook her head again. Her stomach rumbled and she let out a groan "I'm so freaking hungry! Where is he?" she complained and galnced at the door, hoping Wes would walk in at any moment. She glanced at her cellphone, the time read 7:45. She had told him to meet her here at around 8-ish but he should've known to come early because nothing got in between Darcy and food, nothing. |
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Post by Wes Jackson on Mar 30, 2009 17:09:04 GMT -5
Right after rehearsal, when the other had rushed to take care of some other personal or band related affairs, Wes had decided to quietly slip into the band's caravan and take a heavily needed nap. He had set his cell phone alarm for a meal he had planned with Darcy, as the two always liked exploring the local culinary attractions together and she had been talking about going to the Mexican place almost since they had arrived in California. He had decided to wake up a bit earlier than needed in order to take a quick shower, which he knew his lead singer hadn't been able to do all day and meet her looking fresh and dashing, just so it would annoy her a bit. It was dangerous to mess with a stressed and exhausted Darcy O'Reiley, but Wes was a little into extreme sports. When he was finally ready, he walked over to the road and took a cab to the restaurant because the heat was especially intense that day. The place was packed when he arrived and there was even a short queue outside. He was hoping that Darcy was already there and had them a table because now that he was standing right outside the place, he could hear his stomach rumbling.
When Wes stepped inside, he spotted Darcy sitting by the far back in one of the orange waiting chairs which told him that at least she had already asked the host for a table. He walked hurriedly over to her and couldn't help but grin widely at the annoyed look on her face.
"See I knew you'd be earlier than we said so I tried to be early myself and I was still late!" He commented cheerfully as he approached her. "I can never win with you!" He joked and before sitting down next to her, he grabbed the sides of her head gently, pulled her slightly towards him and placed a kiss on the top of her blond waves.
"You look a mess." Wes teased her as he took the chair next to her. "Been waiting long? Think they'll put us through soon? I'm dying for some fajitas and a margarita. It's fucking hot out there." Said, looking about the full place as he did. The smell of food was starting to torture him mercilessly.
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Post by Darcy Juliet O'Riley on Mar 30, 2009 17:38:06 GMT -5
Darcy looked up again to the sound of an irritatingly familiar voice. "Next time, come even earlier and then you might win." she said with a sly grin, getting up to give him a quick hug. She put her arms around his neck and shook her head, Wes was probably one of her closest friends but he sometimes knew how to push her buttons and she wasn't about to let the comment about her looking like a mess slide. "Well, excuse me for not being able to go back to the pad and doll myself up for you. I had shit to do, unlike you you lazy son of a bitch!" she said with a sly grin, letting go of Wes. She looked around the crowded room and let out another sigh, " I've only been waiting about ten minutes or so but that's like an eternity for me. Hopefully, our table will be ready soon." she said. She sat back down and motioned for Wes to sit next to her.
"Ooh! A margarita would be good right about now." she said with a smile. "O'Riley? Party of two?" the woman behind the booth said. "Finally!" Darcy said with a small fist pump, she grabbed Wes and dragged him with her as she followed the waitress to their table. She sat down and then asked with another sly grin, "So, besides sitting around on your lazy arse, you do anything interesting today?". She loved hanging out with WEs, espeacially when they would trade little insults like this, it was fun and not as stressful as everything else she did. She needed fun like this. |
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Post by Wes Jackson on Mar 30, 2009 19:50:27 GMT -5
"It's a party alright." He commented in a low voice when the hostess announced that their table was ready. Wes let himself be dragged by Darcy until she finally let go and took a seat, him taking the one right in front as the waitress gently opened their menus and handed them to the pair.
"Two frozen margaritas and keep them coming." Wes told the waitress, who with a simple nod was out of there. It wasn't unusual for the two of them to go out for a meal and then have to walk out of the restaurant leaning onto each other for support.
Wes began exploring the wide menu and looked up when Darcy asked him what his lazy ass had been up to all afternoon. With a casual smile, he put the menu down (he knew already that he wanted fajitas) and placed both hands on top of it.
"Well, besides losing myself in R rated dreams starring Monica Bellucci in a Princess Leia attire, I'll have you know that, earlier, I managed to perfect my pecan pie tart by adding a secret ingredient which I shall not reveal... mainly because I can't remember what it was."
One of Wesley's hobbies was experimenting in the kitchen. The only part he hated was washing the dishes afterwards and he usually simply... didn't. But he always spending in weird ingredients that he thought he could add into a classic book recipe and then saved most of what he made for the road, when the band got hungry in the middle of nowhere.
"What about you, Miss I'm So Efficient? How'd the promo thing turn out? Are we appealing to small children now?"
Just then their huge margaritas were arriving and Wes remembered how parched he was. He stuck a straw in his glass and looked up at Darcy.
"Brainfreeze?" Oh yeah, they would be crawling out of the restaurant by the end of the evening.
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Post by Darcy Juliet O'Riley on Mar 31, 2009 14:17:16 GMT -5
Darcy flipped open her menu as soon as it was in her grasp. "God! I'm freakin' starving!" she said for the umpteenth time that day. Wes ordered them each a margarita and she couldn't help but smile, "Ah, I haven't had a good margarita in a long time." she said, reaching into her black and white checkered cluthc and searched in there for her false ID. Darcy was still only nineteen and technically shouldn't be drinking but armed with her ID, she could drink as much as she liked. "Do you think they'll check?" she asked, pulling the card out as a precaution. She looked over her menu once more and decided taht being as she was espeacially hungry she was going to get a plate of nachos and two soft-shelled beef tacos. She had to admit it, mexican food was the shit.
"Monica Belluci, I can understand but the Princess Leia thing, really?" she asked, cocking her eyebrow. She loved busting Wes' chops just as much as he loved to bust hers. "And this whole time I actually thought you were a pretty cool guy." she joked. Once he mentioned food though, Darcy had to put the busting of his chops aside. She and the rest of the band knew about Wesley's love for experimenting in the kitchen and they often joked around by calling him "Dr.Frankfutter" or just "Frankie" for short. "Ooh! Sounds like fun! Do you have any leftovers of said perfected tart?" she asked, giving him her most innocent smile in hopes that he might share with her the next time she was over.
"Small children are out of the picture. But, I did manage to snag us a little interview with some DJ on a local college station." she said, puffing her chest out with pride. "Everyone knows that college kids are suckers for tours like this and I thought it might be helpful if we promoted urselves to them, maybe draw in a few crowds, ya know?"
The drinks arrived and Darcy immidiately took a sip. "Ooh, baby! That's good!" she said, her drink was sweet just the way she liked it. "Ready to order?" the waitress asked. Darcy nodded and said "Yup! I'll have the nacho bowl as an appetizer and the big cheese taco?" she said before turning to Wes, "What about you, bud? You know what you want".
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Post by Wes Jackson on Mar 31, 2009 17:04:47 GMT -5
Wes put the straw in his mouth and took care of almost half of the frozen drink in less than thirty seconds, not really used to the usual desert heat of this side of the country. He was used to wearing jackets for most of the year but coming on this tour he had had to update his wardrobe and pick outfits for all of the different places they’d be visiting. Oh, the tequila was right there, he had forgotten to stir. He looked up again when Darcy made a note about not being old enough to down alcohol like a maniac, in the fashion they were accustomed to. Sometimes Wes would forget that she was three years younger than him because, well, he was male and males usually mature at a slower rate than women, a fact that he loved using as an excuse while being reckless.
“Nah.” He said to her, “In Mexico the legal drinking age is eighteen. You’re fine.” As if for some reason they had entered the Mexican embassy instead of a place where they served food and drinks.
She went on to criticize his choice of sexual fantasy, to which Wes had to put the drink down and look at her like she was missing the most obvious point on Earth. “Dar. Slave outfit. Come on. The Return of the Jedi got me through puberty on that sequence alone. And I’m not a pretty cool guy,” he added as he retook his margarita, “I'm the Daniel Boone of cool. I invented cool. I'm cooler than Gandhi, Steven Tyler and Alfred Pennyworth put together.”
As he slurped the last few drops of his ice beverage, Wes lifted the glass up and motioned for the waitress to bring him another one. Those things were good. When he got confirmation that the lady had gotten the request, he put the glass aside and leaned forward on the table, arms casually resting in front of him, and turned to Darcy with a small shrug.
“There was about half of it left but I left it with the guys so… I don’t think there’s much hope for you, little one.” And he looked at her with the utmost pitiful eyes he could manage and then reached for her cheek and pinched it patronizingly just to get on her nerves.
He listened to her explain about the college radio thing she’d managed to get them and raised his eyebrows. Oh, she was good. “Nicely done, Margaret Thatcher.” He commented in a light tone of surprise, as if he wasn’t expecting big achievements from her.
Just then the waitress was back with Wesley’s second margarita and pad note for their food orders. Darcy went with the nachos as a starter, to which Wes nodded in appreciation (meaning he’d be stealing a decent share of them).
"What about you, bud? You know what you want".
“That I do, missy.” He looked up at the waitress and grabbed his chin in an intellectual sort of way. “Those chicken fajitas, they big enough?” A nod and half shrug from the waitress seemed to be enough for him and he handed her both his and Darcy’s menu with a smile.
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Post by Darcy Juliet O'Riley on Mar 31, 2009 17:35:43 GMT -5
 ••• Yes! We'll drink and drink and drinkAnd drink and drink and fight! ••• ••• june, 8:30 PM, cancun's•••
Darcy had to say that this was probably one of the best margaritas she had ever had. That didn't mean that cancun's was a keeper though, it had to pass another test, if the food was as kick-ass as the drinks the place would definately be a winner and her new favorite place in Pomona. Sipping her margarita, she let out a contented sigh, "Man, this is good." she said to Wes, shaking her head.
Laughing she nodded her head, "True, if they want to be an authentic Mexican restaurant, they're gonna have to have an authentic Mexican drinking age." she joked. That was something else she liked about Wesley, eventhough he was a good three yeras oldr than her, he still hung out with her and didn't treat her like shit or anything because she was younger. To her that was pretty cool, because most guys would just be assholes about her age but not Wesley, he was too damn cool for that shit.
She rolled her eyes at him and giggled "Alright, the slave outfit was pretty hot, I'll admit it. You ahve redeemed yourself, Wesley jackson." she said with a smirk "You may be cooler than Gandhi and Steven Tyler but Alfred Pennyworth is pretty hard to beat, Wes.". She took a huge gulp of her margarita and sighed, looking at her glass. It was just about empty, with a shrug she polishe dit off and ordered another.
"Damn it! They have to eat everything!? The jerks. Now, you're gonna have to remember that secret recipe so you can make me some one day." she said swatting his hand away from her cheek. Wes would joke around about her being younger but he was never serious which was why she didn't mind when he did things like call her "little one". "Watch it, you old fart. I might not pick out a nice nursing home for you when you turn 25." she said pretending she was dead-serious. She liked to poke fun at him too whenever he made comments about her age.
She shook her head again and giggled, "Have faith, young grasshopper." she said bowing her head. The waitress took Wesley's order and her own and then went back off to the kitchen to get their food. "I think it will really help us out though. We might be headlining the new Woodstock next yr or something if we play it smart, you know?" she said, all joking aside.
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Post by Wes Jackson on Mar 31, 2009 19:32:41 GMT -5
“You’re right, I’m sorry. I shall never again put myself in the same sentence as Alfred Pennyworth.” Wes paused. “Starting now.”
He sipped on his new cocktail, taking it slower this time and meticulously enjoying it now that his thirst was quenched and the heat abated, while Darcy complained about not getting to taste the dessert he’d made earlier and biting back at his ‘little one’ remark, to which Wes simply grinned evilly.
“I don’t know, you might not even be out of the womb by then.” Their tough love relationship had an even flow, especially because they could easily stop being playful when a situation called for it. But it was the trust they had in each other which allowed them to talk to each other the way they did and know that everything was always alright between them. And then on the select occasions that it wasn’t, they never hesitated to let the other know. After all, if you can’t lash out to the people who’ll always forgive you, who then?
And moving on to more serious matters, aka band matters, Wes actually put on a straight face and devoted his whole attention to the chat, while attempting to make a swan figure with the yellow napkin. But he was listening. It was just that he really didn’t need his hands for drinking out of a straw and he was normally so restless all the time that he had to be doing something. He could multitask. Almost like women. Almost. He would lean forward to take a sip out of his margarita and keep struggling with the stubborn fabric bird on the table.
“Oh, we should totally start our own rock fest. Fuck Ozzfest and Lollapalooza. We’ll decline. Same as Dylan did Woodstock –of course, he was in the last two, but so was Sheryl Crow… and ’69 sets the bar, really -no! No.” He raised both hands. “You were right first. But what we should do is steal Woodstock 2019. We can beat ’94!” Ok, so he was getting a bit carried away there. Plus, none of the original acts would be alive by then which would make it hard to beat ’94. But it was fun to imagine these things. “You know what, scratch that. Let’s start our own festival.” He concluded and took a large gulp of his drink.
“I’m starting to get that brainfreeze I predicted and my tongue's going numb. Let’s switch to plain shots when the food comes.” Wes commented. “So do tell, Goldie Locks, how’d you like the tour so far? Are we smelly enough for you yet?” He asked her, referring to the males in the band.
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Post by Darcy Juliet O'Riley on Mar 31, 2009 20:06:10 GMT -5
••• Yes! We'll drink and drink and drinkAnd drink and drink and fight! ••• ••• june, 8:30 PM, cancun's•••
"Good! Alfred doesn't deserve such disrespect!" she joked, sticking her tounge out at him. The waitress brought back her second margarita which she promptly began to drink. "Fuck, this is good!" she said pointing to her drink.
Dracy rolled her eyes at him again, "I really expected better from you. The womb, really?" she clucked her tounge in mock disgust and went back to her drink. She wasn't even close to being good and drunk yet but at the rate she was going, she knew it would happen soon enough. She took another gulp of her drink and focused on what Wesley was saying.
We should start our own rockfest he had said. She pondered for a moment, biting her bottom lip. It would be awesome of course, and it could give her and the boys the publicity they needed to make it big time. Hell, if they did this and it was a sucess they could be inducted into the Rock n' Roll Hall of Fame! They'd be fucking legends! "Yeah! We could totally pull a Wayne and Garth!" she said, her face lighting up with excitement. "That would be fucking awesome! And if we make nice with some of the other bands here, we could get them to play there!" she was really excited now, and her speech began to speed up. "It would be in Central Park! And it would have a really catchy name! Something snazzy, you know?". The more she thought about it, the more she liked the idea.
Her thoughts were interrupted by Wesley's comment about the shots. She nodded in agreement and began to think some more. Darcy was usually prone to crazy ideas like this and she'd talk about them non-stop for a while and then forget about them but this one was pretty good. Too bad they had no idea how to put together a music fetsival.
She looked up from her drink which she didn't realise she was staring at, probably looking insane. "The tour's pretty good. Everyone seems pretty rad. You guys are defiantely smelly, but that's nothing different tthan usual." she joked. She didn't really mind being with mostly guys, it never bothered her too much and it made things less awkward than when she was with girls. There was much less drama.
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