you had me at hello --- [lanie]

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HEY THAT SOUNDS LIKE MY LUCK, I GET THE SHORT END OF IT

Jasmine's advice to dress 'casual' fell on deaf ears, as Lana was getting ready for this insane outing. She was going to a concert, and never having been to one, and having parents such as hers, meant that her perception of 'casual' was skewered. However, this meant that she didn't need to wear heels, thank goodness. Really, she did not like wearing heels at all. So, she was wearing a pair of jeans, a fancy top, which Jasmine had said was way too fancy, but Lana didn't want to look like she had just been pulled out of someone's ass. She wanted to look pretty. She even made some effort by putting light make up on, some mascara, lip gloss, eye shadow. Nothing too much, and she hoped she'd do. Slipping her small feet into black coloured pumps, she was ready to go. She still didn't know why she was doing this. She could hear Jasmine's voice shouting for her to hurry up or they'll be late, and she could hear Rory laughing at that. The bastards.

In all honesty, the girl didn't even know the names of the bands performing that night, she was just told that she needed to 'get out more, live a little' and this was their plan on making that happen. She was not happy, since 'living a little' would not consist of standing in the midsts of sweaty bodies, as the live sound of too loud guitars would hit her ears. She wasn't even allowed to drink yet, not that that has stopped her before, but she was certain she'd be driving both Jas and Rory home, that was just how it usually was with them, because Lana was very tame. She was very safe in her actions because she was brought up to follow orders and not stray from the mentality of those superior to her. She was actually surprised that her parents let her go, but it wasn't like they were around much to stop her. They had their expectations, and expected her not to break them.

Linking arms with her friends until they walked over to the car, she laughed a little at the absurdity of it. "Oh God, what the hell am I doing?" She asked Jasmine, as laughter escaped her lips, but the Indian girl just winked. Lana wasn't even sure if her outfit was right, as her friends seemed to have made so much more effort, both wearing 'Skipping Stones' t-shirts ... really? What kind of a band name was that? She shook her head as they drove over to the venue, feeling a little buzzed, even if she didn't think that she was. Parking was difficult to find, of course, but they managed with some time to spare. She heard that the supporting band were called 'Divide the Sky' and she thought that that was a much better band name, but then again, what would she know? She didn't listen to this kind of music. Of course, she didn't listen to chart music either, but her iPod would have Coldplay, Florence and the Machine and things uploaded, she had a feeling that this might be a little too out there for her, a little too heavy, but both Jasmine and Rory seemed so excited, that she couldn't say no.

Moving in with the crowd, she already felt hot, and regretted bringing her jacket into the arena, but she knew she could always hold it. There was no way she would even attempt to push to the front. But no such luck, as she was grabbed by the wrist and pulled forward, and any sound of protest was drowned out by the loud chatter of everyone waiting for the opening act. The lights dimmed, and the stage lit up, and her green eyes were fixed onto the stage from somewhere in the middle of the stadium, having waved off both Jasmine and Rory to the front, she was completely content there where it wasn't too hot, and her body wasn't pressed up against other people's. Coming back to her earlier issue, she was completely dressed in the wrong way .. it seemed like there were so many hair colours around her, from pink to green, people wearing heavy eye liner in the most unattractive of ways that made them look a little high, ripped jeans a tops, wrist bands. She was wondering what she was doing there, there was no way that she fit in.

The opening band had an okay sound, the guitars made her pulse uncomfortable, but her eyes settled on a redhead at the front of the group, she was tall, and clearly beautiful, even from this far away. The hair is what drew Lana in, but then she started to sing, an she had to admit ... the woman, she had an amazing voice. So much talent, she wondered if she had ever tried to sing a different genre of music? She didn't know, but after their opening set, the band was gone, and 'Skipping Stones' came on and she felt like everything was going too fast, and half way through the concert, she felt like she needed air. Pushing past the crowd of people, she finally made it to an exit. Lana took in a large, greedy gulp of cool air, her skin covered in sweat, and a few strands from her pinned up hair falling over her eyes. Rounding the corner, she could see a van. Clearly, it was one of the bands, she just didn't know which. Walking slowly up the street, it was illuminated by street lights, and she could hear a dragging of something heavy. Her eyes settled on a slim figure, red hair, moving she didn't even know what, but her instincts kicked in, and she cursed herself for it sometimes. "Uh, excuse me, do you need help?" There was no one around, and she felt bad for the woman. She couldn't see her face yet, and just waited for her to turn around and acknowledge her.

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[JAMILA KALIANE ADRASTOS]

Good GodDAMN. it's crowded here tonight! The thought flitted through Jamie's brain as her red head peeked out at the audience. The show was nowhere near starting time yet, and the place was packed, people pouring in like ants. She had to hand it to their manager, this would give them some great exposure, even if 'nobody really cared about the opening band.' If they were good enough- which Jamie was very very confident that they were- they could make the crowd sit up and pay attention. Or stand up, as it were. A ton of standing people were by the stage, hoping to get a touch or a look from one of the Skipping Stones guys. Jamie couldn't really blame them, they were talented bunch. Ceasing her perusal of the crowd, Jamie popped outside for one last smoke before the show. It'd be a couple of hours, at least, before her next opportunity, and this was as good a time as any.

Deft fingers, honed from years of practice, flicked open her lighter and lit the flame with ease. She inhaled that first drag with a sigh and a smile. The cigarette went quickly, and a few minutes later, she was scraping the butt against the concrete, and flipped the thing into a nearby trashcan. Her grey Converse carried her back inside, headed for the 'dressing room' which was really just a wide-open room with a few counters, a shit-ton of mirrors, and more clothing racks than she could fit in her whole apartment- and she had a big apartment. The bustle in there was crazy. There were make-up people, and hair people, and wardrobe people, and they all needed to get their talented mitts on you right that second, and where have you been, it's almost time for the show, and blah blah blah. Jamie would've been happy hitting the stage in her street clothes, but when you opened for Skipping Stones, you were gonna make a good impression if they had to trot your fancified corpse out there to do it.

So she let the lovely hair guy curl and tease her hair into a ridiculous volume, let the makeup queen add a little to what she already had on- which wasn't much- and let the wardrobe people stick her in some ripped, faded skinny jeans and a crop top with some boots. She even put on some extra jewelry. And she had to admit, they did a good job, she looked hot. But this was way more effort than she was going to exert on any normal day, fer sure. Why would she, when she knew she looked good straight out of the shower? Psh. Please. She was quickly shooed out of the room, equipped with a mic, and hustled about to join her band- Divide the Sky - at the stage entrance.

Lightning flashed brightly- their trademark- and they took the stage to some cheers, energy high and people crazy. The five of them gathered up their instruments, and Jamie took up the mic, not even bothering to greet the crowd, rolling right into their first song. It was thumping, fun, and made her blood sing in her veins like her voice rang out in the air. The balance was a little off, guitars a touch louder than her mic, and the bass not quite high enough, but for their first song, it was good. It wasn't her favorite, but it was good. She finally said 'hi' and introduced herself and her bandmates while they adjusted, before pounding into the rest of their five-song set. All in all, it was an excellent show. And people liked them, she could tell, based on the way the volume from the audience had gone up while they were playing. Much more enthusiastic than when they started.

Needless to say, they were exuberant when they got out of the spotlight. But her crew wanted to go watch the show... 'You got this, right J?' they'd said, and summarily ditched her without waiting for a response. Assholes. Fine. Sure. She 'got this.' Whatever.

Not so much. Fucking band equipment was some heavy shit. And she was strong. So here she was, dragging along this giant amp, cursing under her breath.

'Little bastards are gonna pay for this later. 'You can do it J, we wanna see the show!' Fine, see the goddamn show, but I'm gonna gut you like cattle the next time I see you...' Her words were gravelly and condescending and not really meant to be heard by somebody else.. She wasn't that lucky, it seemed.

'Uh, excuse me, do you need help?' Jamie squeaked, and jumped about a foot in the air.

'What the hell?!' She snapped around, to see one of the prettiest brunettes she'd ever laid eyes on. Who was completely inappropriately dressed. 'Jesus sweetie, you damn near gave me a heart attack. What're you doing out here? Shouldn't you be inside?' Jamie scanned her hungrily from head to toe. 'Then again, maybe not. Doesn't quite seem like your kind of show... What was it you asked, again?' Screw it. Jamie sat down on the amp to look at the girl in front of her, and await a response. With a few slight hand motions, she lit up a cigarette and took a puff. What the hell, she could use a break anyways...

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[LANA ADRIENNE CAVANO]

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HEY THAT SOUNDS LIKE MY LUCK, I GET THE SHORT END OF IT

Lana shivered lightly as the cold air hit her, since she had her thin jacket in her car, and it had been just so hot inside, she was feeling the coldness of the breeze that hit her skin. Shrugging into herself a little bit for a moment, she allowed for her body to calm down, as he green eyes followed the movements of the startled redhead, her feet instinctively taking a step back, wondering if she had said something wrong. She certainly hoped not. Her breath caught a little in her throat at the woman, because it hit hard at just how stunning someone could look. Of course, she was a rock star, but the clothes which she wore did little for the imagination, and really, next to this woman, instantly, Lana felt like a short little duck. Great. She licked her lips a little nervously, because really, she should have been inside right now. "I-I'm sorry! I didn't mean to frighten you, I just wanted to see if you needed help." She rushed to try and explain herself, since the exclamation of 'what the hell' suggested that her interruption was unwelcome, and Lana shouldn't have thought otherwise.

Lana jutted her chin up a little, almost as if proudly, not knowing why she had to explain herself to the woman, but knowing she'd never exclaim that out loud. "I was inside, but it got too hot and stuffy ... so I needed to breathe a little." She cleared her throat, shuffling on her feet a little, but smiling at the redhead softly. "Then I saw you struggling, and you know .." Sometimes Lana damned herself for being so helpful, for caring so much and not just walking by. But she knew that if the situations were reversed, she'd want someone to help her. But then she got herself into all of these awkward situations. It wasn't like she was too awkward to socialise, she wasn't, but this woman was a stranger. And because she was on her own, it made her think things that she should leave alone, things that her family would not approve of. This happened a lot when she saw beautiful women, and this woman was no different. But then again, she was all glammed up for the gig, and Lana did recognise her as the singer from the first band, it was hard not to.

Lana watched as the woman moves to sit on the thing she had been moving, she couldn't quite figure out what it was. She didn't know if she liked the look of the cigarette that she pulled out, but said nothing, as it really wasn't up to her to decide if someone else wanted to cause themselves cancer or not. Okay, so that was a little pessimistic, but she figured that her friends would agree with her. Friends that were currently inside, and she was out here. She frowned a little at the woman's words though, since ... did she really look so out of place? Suddenly, Lana felt self conscious and licked her lips, brushing some stray hair off her forehead so it wouldn't fall into her eyes. "My friends thought it would be a good idea for me to get out ... which isn't working out so well." She shrugged as an explanation to her not looking in place, but she also didn't want the woman to think that she hadn't enjoyed the show. "I ... uh ... I really liked your set though! You've got a beautiful voice." She commented, her eyes on the ground, because she knew she was saying too much.

But then the woman brought the conversation back to the beginning, and Lana nodded, eyeing the large thing she was sitting on. "I asked if you needed help with whatever it is you're moving, since it seems heavy ... and well, two people doing a job would make it easier." She offered a kind smile, a friendly smile which would hopefully let her know what she wasn't some kind of serial killer or whatever. Lana had been told that she had a soothing presence, not striking, just sort of there and calming. She didn't know if she liked that description, but striking would certainly would apply more to the woman in front of her. "I'm Lana." She introduced herself, just so they wouldn't be strangers in that moment, even if they'd probably never see each other again. She hadn't missed the look that the woman had given her, but more so she chose to ignore it, and put it to the fact that she was assessing who the hell it was that was startling her in the middle of the night. Lana let out a soft sigh, great ... she was being so awkward. But only because this woman was so beautiful and she wasn't supposed to think that. Nope.

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Clearly, this chick was nervous. And clearly, Jamie was only amplifying that. It made her chuckle inside, really. Jamie wasn't necessarily a scary or intimidating person, by any means, but she had confidence, and style, and attitude, and it was all very evident just by looking at her. She'd worked a long time to hone those facets of herself, through years of rebellion and practice and sheer willpower. But she was also protective and sweet and charming as hell. Maybe it was the protective streak that made this girl seem so damn cute, versus insecure. Well that, and the fact that she just was damn cute. But whatever the reason, her floundering came across as adorable, rather than grating.

Jamie appreciated people with some spine, some attitude of their own- it was part of why she and Calla made such great roomies- because she needed those kind of people in her life just to tolerate her. This girl had a sliver of attitude- though obviously not encouraged or cultivated- based on the way she stuck her chin up and straightened her posture. The little gesture just made Jamie want to bend her over backwards with a mind-melting kiss, which- while totally like the redhead- was still jumping the gun a little. So she talked instead.

'Mm, well, 'frighten,'' she said, punctuating the words with air quotes, somehow amplified by the cigarette between her index and middle fingers, 'me, you didn't. You're not very scary, like, at all. A raccoon probably would've scared my more.' Unlike most, she didn't add a 'no offense,' or an apology like most people would, because she just didn't care what people thought. If she offended you, so be it. That became your problem, not hers. Except, those problems had been spun back to her more than once. The mermaid talked a big game, but she really wasn't much of a fighter. She could do the basics with some ferocity, just because she was mean, but anybody with some real skill could've taken her out in a couple of heartbeats. Jamie's assessment of this pretty thing led her to believe that she was pretty safe though. Especially since she was totally on the defensive. Jamie had that affect on people. It was why she bothered to explain why she was out here, rather than inside. And why she totally didn't fit the usual Skipping Stones fan mold. And why she even added a compliment at the end. A people-pleaser, this one. Something about that attitude had just never made sense to the mermaid. In fact, she didn't many many things just to piss people off.

'Friends huh? Sounds like yours ditched you much like mine ditched me. Different reasons though. ' She took another drag on her smoke, looking the girl up an down once more, and crossing her ankles. 'I take it you're not enjoying your little adventure into the outside world, then? Despite my 'beautiful voice?' How disappointing. And here I thought we could convert the non-believers. I'll have to tell the boys we need to work on it.' The mermaid chuckled at her own joke, and watched the girl fumble a little, clearly struggling to make up for the 'offense.' Jamie wasn't offended in the slightest. She was messing with the other woman. Was it important that they had good, loyal fans as well as some converted ones? Absolutely. But would this one lovely brunette make that much of a difference? Absolutely not. There were a shit-ton of people back in that building who would be buying their album tomorrow, thanks to this little endeavor. And a bunch more who would be downloading it, illegal and legal alike. Still, that didn't explain why this chick was out here, instead of in there, where the party was.

'I asked if you needed help with whatever it is you're moving, since it seems heavy ... and well, two people doing a job would make it easier.' A slim eyebrow arched at the brunette across from here, still holding that awkward-esque pose that somehow made it blatantly clear how long and smooth her neck was. And how pale she was, in contrast to the black clothing she was wearing. Black, that was appropriate for Skipping Stones, but not in the way she'd done it. This was more teacher/librarian, not rock princess. Maybe that's why she'd offered to help, because she just was that nice. How odd. Much like Jamie's instant attraction to the mousy woman. Except... well, Jamie was pretty much attracted to females of every sort. A lascivious grin spread on her closed lips with the thought. Even the mousy, people-pleasing variety, it seemed. She'd banged more than a few of the shy type in her day, so maybe that wasn't as crazy as it seemed to her in that moment.

'Oh? You, tiny pretty thing, are going to help me? Seems a bit dubious. What is your name, Lady Assisstance?' There she went again, spouting her mouth off. Though... she could use the help, since her fellow Lightning Bolts were nowhere to be- well, they were inside, but she wouldn't've been able to- found. She could even use the help from Lana. Lana. It was a pretty name, fairly simple, but just a bit unique. It fit her, and well. 'Lana. Lovely Lana. Pretty name. Well, since you offered- if the offer still stands- I think I'd appreciate that. It's not light equipment though, you've been warned.' She flicked the butt to the ground, and crushed it with a graceful, forceful twist of her ankle, before standing up and 'dusting her hands,' off on her jeans. 'Come on then.' Her slim, athletic fingers gripped one of the handles on the case, beckoning Lana over with the other. She actually complied, moving into position across from the redhead, and settling into position, bent over the large, black amp. The motions brought their faces very close, and Jamie was positively struck by how gorgeous the girl's eyes were. Dear sweet geez, they cemented her to the spot and froze the air in her lungs. Oh this one. Jamie wanted this one. And bad. 'I'm Jamie, by the way.' She stuck out one of her hands, waiting for Lana to shake, luxuriating in the feel of that smooth skin against her own before lifting and moving the amp into the back of the van- actually made easier with Lana's help. The rest of the equipment- other amps, guitars, drum kit, and the like- went in much the same way: easier with the assist.

'Thank you for that. Really.' The redhead may have been grating and abrasive, but she wasn't totally rude. Also, she wanted this woman to like her. She wanted Lana to like her a lot, actually. 'Listen, can I buy you a drink or something? I mean, gratefully, and since you missed a chunk of the show helping me, it's the least I can do. What do you think?' She arched and eyebrow and cocked her head just the tiniest bit, waiting with just slightly bated breath for her answer.

[LANA ADRIENNE CAVANO]

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HEY THAT SOUNDS LIKE MY LUCK, I GET THE SHORT END OF IT

Lana watched almost in fascination as the red headed woman enunciated her words with the movement of her lithe fingers, and he felt her green eyes following the small movements. But then she caught herself looking, and her eyes snapped back to the woman's face, once she realised that she had said. That Lana didn't look scary. That actually made her smile, not a beaming smile, but charming none the less, since in contrast to the rock star woman before her, Lana was really tame looking, like she blended in. But then she thought about the mix of fire and magic in her veins, and wondered if anyone would think that that made her scarier, being able to use the two. Of course, one side was better than the other, but she was sure she could do some damage. "You're saying that like you know me." Lana almost challenged, because yes, she might be sweet, but she didn't appreciate people making assumptions about her. It wasn't fair on her, especially if they've only known her, for literally one minute. She tilted her head to the side a little, observing the woman with almost curious eyes, as the moonlight and wayward street lamps illuminated both of their paleness. Lana told herself that it didn't mean anything that she noticed the thin frame of the woman, and that it was actually pretty striking. You were allowed to notice that about other people, right?

Lana mused the words over in her mind that the woman was saying. Ditched. Rory and Jasmine would never ditch her, they were just more passionate about the band than she was, you couldn't blame her for listening to a different kind of music. Everybody had their own tastes, and Lana didn't judge them for it. They could like what they want, and she would like what she wants. "They didn't ditch me, so to speak, they're just enjoying the show more than me so I left them to it." She shrugged a little, like it was no big deal, because it wasn't. She was eighteen, she could take care of herself. "Why did yours ditch you?" She asked curiously, since looking around, it seemed like they had left her to deal with the equipment. Wow, that was not a nice move on their part, since the red heads physique didn't look too firm in carrying heavy machinery. Lana envied the easy way that this stranger seemed to carry herself, and she shrugged a little bit into herself. Her black top was loose, hiding any amount of curve that might have been prominent because of the hip hugging jeans she was wearing. But that was Lana, dressing in a modest way, never wearing anything that might make people look at her weirdly. She guessed that that was drilled into her mind by her parents, what she was to be. Jocelyn would never wear revealing clothes, and so Lana shouldn't either.

"Well, you know, not everyone can be converted. One person doesn't seem like a big loss to a band with a large fan base." She commented easily, counteracting the woman's assumptions because she seemed to be doing that a lot. Lana was okay with assuming in her mind, but she'd rather keep her mouth shut than get something wrong. She guessed that she really was a people pleaser, but it got her by, so she would keep at it. She moved one of her slender hands to move a strand of stray hair from her face. "But it seems like you're doing what you love, so that makes the show better all in itself." That wasn't really her trying to compliment her, it was an observation. Since she remembered the beginning of the show, and really she had already forgotten the band name, but the red head had looked like she really was loving every moment, and that striked Lana. Even though she seemed hard edged and without a care, she care about something, and Lana didn't know why, but that made her feel better. However, Lana crossed her arms across her chest when the woman next took a jibe at her. She bit her lip a little. "You're taller, but you don't look much stronger." She murmured under her breath, almost hoping that she hadn't heard it. She completely ignored the fact that she was called 'pretty' since she assumed the word graced her lips whenever anyone was round, so Lana really didn't make a big deal of something like that.

Lana watched as the intruding cigarette was squashed. She never understood smoking, it really didn't appeal to her, but if lung cancer was what people craved, then all the better to them. The girl only nodded when she was warned that the equipment was heavy, and went forward instantly gripping one of the handles on the case of an object she couldn't name, but since the woman wasn't moving, she glanced up, captured in the woman's gaze for what seemed like a long time, but was truly only a few seconds. She felt dazed, since the woman's face was clear, and really beautiful. And she was so close to her, that it made her heart speed up just a fraction. The next thing she knew she was shaking the woman's hand, for maybe what seemed like a woman too long, kind of enjoying the smooth skin against her own. Jamie. That was an interesting name for the red head. It actually fitted her, and Lana felt herself give the woman a bright smile. "Pleasure, Jamie." She spoke, her voice a little low, before her attention was moved back to the case. "Shall we?" She mused, since there was a reason for them being so close. She didn't want to think about the implications if there wasn't a reason. They put all the things that needed to be packed up into the back of the van, which was really making her feel just a little bit breathless, as the stuff really was heavy. But she didn't know why she seemed to be enjoying this more than she did the actual show.

Lana let out a short laugh when Jamie thanked her. Because, really? She had spent the first five minutes of their meeting almost insulting her, but none the less, Lana appreciated the gesture. "You're welcome, I'm happy to help." She assured the woman, thinking about the fact that she'd be off and they'd never see each other again. Huh. Now that was a thought. Then Jamie was speaking and asking her to have a drink with her, and it seemed like Lana's body froze. "I-" She started, thinking that she should say that she shouldn't. But in fact, Lana couldn't think of a simple reason as to why she should decline. After all, she had helped her, and she still had to wait for her friends to finish watching the main show, which would still last a while she supposed. "I'm sure I'm not missing much inside there." She commented, brushing more hair off her face as it seemed to be letting loose from her clipped up hair. "Alright, sure, one drink is fine." Lana was not much of a drinker, so she was sure she'd keep to the one drink she had said. Though looking at Jamie, she wasn't sure that the same could be said about her. Putting her hands in her pockets, Lana turned to head inside, her stomach fluttering a little bit, and she refused to think about why, since she was supposed to be convinced that it wasn't right. Licking her lips, she turned back a little bit, waiting for Jamie to catch up with her.

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Something about Lana’s lips fascinated her. They had the most adorable little natural pout- something about the way they curved while she spoke was damn near entrancing. Oh, she wanted to lay out the shy little brunette something awful. She could practically feel her whole body tightening with the lust. Huh. Strange. Why? Okay, while practically all women were her type, this one- while beautiful- had not originally grabbed her attention as a conquest. Don’t misunderstand, she’d noticed how attractive Lana was immediately, but Lana wasn’t what she would classify as her type, at least not right away. Still, the more time she spent in her presence, the more things she noticed. She didn’t know what it would take to get Lana into bed with her, but she was willing to do all the charming bullshit she could think of. Insofar as she got results, of course. And she may not be able to read auras like some people, but she could read women. She could read Lana. She was interested, if the way her pupils dilated as her eyes followed Jamie’s hands were any indication. But she was still hesitant. So the rocker was being nice. Ish. Nice was always a stretch for the mermaid. She was attempting though, even deigning to answer Lana’s turnaround question. There was nothing saying that she had to, but it was only… fair.

’’Cause they’re selfish assholes. Well, maybe that’s not fair. Perhaps their reasons are similar to your friends’ after all. They have an obsession with Skipping Stones that turns them from reliable bandmates into lazy bums. And I can blame them.’ She grinned, enjoying her own wit and Lana’s lightly flustered reaction. Jamie wasn’t sure which part of her statement bothered Lana more: the language, the fact that she was willing to call her friends assholes, or the fact that she wasn’t feeling particularly forgiving about it. Whatever it was, it made the brunette cute in a different way. Until she got feisty, and then she made the mermaid find her attractive in an entirely different fashion. Yum. Made her want to kiss the little scowl forming between the other woman’s brows, those defensive lips, the raised chest. She merely looked, instead. Just- subtly- ogled. The words were less interesting than the body language that accompanied, but Jamie made sure that she heard and understood- most ladies appreciated being listened to. ’Even one seemingly little fan like you is important. Every pebble in an avalanche can cause some damage, after all. So the converted ones are just as valuable as the ones that were predisposed to like me. Well, us.’ She punctuated her words with a wink, saucy and flirty, the word choice purposeful. ’Doing what I love makes me happy, I guess. But the rest of the world doesn’t care how happy I am- they want me to do something they like that’s worth paying for. So I have to continue doing something worth paying for. Luckily, the two coincide.’ Jamie shrugged then, as if it wasn’t a big deal. But to her, it kind of was. Doing this was important to her, but she wasn’t about to let the general public know that. Not even the adorable general public who pretended to be disinterested with her music. Instead of dwelling on it, however, she smushed her cigarette and they got to work.

It was, truthfully, easier with Lana’s help. And she even said so once they were done, her breathing just a little bit faster from the exertion. She was grateful. She was wanting. She was asking her to come have a drink. One little drink. ‘What could it hurt?’ she might ask herself. That was how some women ended up in bed with Jamie. She didn’t take advantage, and she didn’t like drunk ladies by any means, but ‘what could it hurt?’ was always a good place to start. Those were the pleased thoughts running through her head before Lana gave her that deer-in-the-headlights look and scared her for a moment. The moment passed when she agreed, making the mermaid smile warmly, with a true affection. ’Well, I bet they’re doing a pretty good show… And I meant ‘can I buy you a drink inside,’ but if you’d prefer that I take you somewhere else, I’m more than happy.’ A little piece of her was more than thrilled with that idea, but she highly doubted that the pretty brunette would be so willing to abandon her friends. The mermaid would be happy to take Lana away and keep her all to herself, to sway her judgment without the watchful eyes of close companions, but the brunette seemed the type to be loyal to her friends, even though they’d abandoned her to the sound of music. But, as expected, she said ‘sure, one drink is fine,’ and they headed back inside. Jamie locked the van and hooked the keys to her belt loop, which gave her companion just enough time to get a few steps ahead of her. She watched her turn back to look, licking her lips, and Jamie blue-grey eyes locked onto the little motion. Wow. She was a fiend of succubus-like proportions, but this was the first time in a while she’d been so aware of a woman. Huh. Interesting.

She jogged to catch up, and then pass Lana with a smile, making a grand gesture of opening the door. ’After you my lady,’ she said, waving her inside with one hand. The movement of a knight to her queen. Was that a blush she spied on the fair brunette’s cheeks. Perfect. She was doing something right when she got the lovelies blushing, it was always a good sign. Security at the door would’ve tried to stop her- it was a back entrance, after all- but Jamie hooked the smaller woman’s hand through the crook of her elbow and flashed the large men a smile. With an amused huff, they let her pass, Lana in tow. They passed through the rooms, finally back into the noisy auditorium. Jamie snagged her phone and sent her fellows a quick text, even though she highly doubted that they cared what she was up to at this particular moment, she was their ride home. Holding the brunette’s hand firmly on her arm, the mermaid escorted Lana through the miasma that was the crowd and the auditorium floor to finally locate the bar, and shout over the noise. ’So, what do you want to drink honey?!’ On me, like I said!

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HEY THAT SOUNDS LIKE MY LUCK, I GET THE SHORT END OF IT

Lana would never even begin to consider her friends as assholes, so it was throwing her off a little that this red haired girl could say that about her own friends. However, she supposed that they were almost polar opposites. She was a rockstar who didn't give a crap, or so it seemed, and Lana was the good girl who got dragged out by her friends to a place where she would never ever really go. Lana took a moment to quirk her lips into a small smile and shrugged. "I suppose I can see why they'd like Skipping Stones, so I can't really blame them. I'm forgiving like that." She spoke quietly, because she would rather her friends would have fun than hold a grudge against them because they wanted to enjoy something that they liked, and that Lana didn't particularly get into herself. It was preference, and she could never call her friends assholes for that.

There was no denying that there was something about this girl that stuck out to Lana. She seemed so confident, and the girl felt a little bit of envy flash through her, because she wished that she could say everything she wanted and not feel bad about it. She figured that if Jamie needed to, she's stand up to her family, and Lana? She would never really. She listened to her speak about a pebble being important in an avalanche, and took a moment to consider that. "I suppose so. But I still think that from a few thousand fans, if one was missing, the hole there wouldn't made a difference." She explained, it's like the hair analogy. One stand of hair on its own was weak, yet, a whole bunch of hair you couldn't break with your fingers. However, it you removed one hair, nothing would fall. Lana's stomach lurched a little at the wink, and she wondered if the girl was trying to flirt with her. She bit her lower lip a little, because she didn't want to think about that. She was most likely wrong, as she didn't really know what flirting entailed.

Lana chuckled a little at the girls logic, because it was true. She was doing something that makes her happy, and apparently being in a band pays enough for her. That made Lana wonder if she herself, could ever do something she loved well, as well as pleasing her parents. Maybe that was a little bit of a different analogy than the one that Jamie had given, changing the 'parents' to 'money', but her parents opinion had always been important to her. With a small sigh, they got to work, and Lana kept glancing over at the girl in what she believed to be an inconspicuous manner, seeing the soft lines of her body, the curves that a girl could be jealous of, long legs that made Lana look like a small little duck beside a beautiful swan. That made her blush a little bit, and she praised the heavens that it was dark and that Jamie could not see her face.

Lana nodded when Jamie said that it was easier with help, both of their breathing quicker than before, because of the exertion that the moving of such heavy equipment provided, though it really was a wonder how two girls did it at all. Lana was all for feminism, but she also thought that a man was better built to do the heavy lifting. It was just the way it was, no matter what you believed. However, the offer of the drink was actually really surprising. She really didn't believe that her few words would prove interesting enough for a girl like Jamie to take any kind of interest in. She didn't know if that made her feel good about herself, or if she was kind of scared that she might be taking the mickey. She didn't want to be the laughing stock of some rocker's whims, but genuinely, Lana was not blind to how hungrily Jamie had looked at her earlier. She could see it in her eyes, and that was not being cocky what so ever. It made her skin tingle a little pleasantly, and made her frown at the same time because she was not supposed to have these feelings when another girl looked at her. What would her father say?

She listened to the words, closing her eyes for a moment and letting the cool nights air wash around her, caress her skin, and she nodded. "Inside is fine. But I'm not twenty-one yet." Which meant that she would not be drinking much, or buying her own drinks either. She was eighteen, yes legal, but she didn't look old enough to pass for twenty-one anyway. "Besides, I have to wait for my friends. I am the designated driver." She chuckled, and moved some stray strands of hair off her face. Walking towards the building, she heard the other female lock the door, and waited for her to make her way to where Lana was. She didn't know why, but there was an excitement building inside her, like she would never do this kind of thing. Gong for a drink with someone in a club type area. Coffee, in the middle of the day was more her thing than alcohol at a club, but she didn't mind the change. She was interested in it.

Lana smiled back, and gave her an amused look as she was given the courtesy of 'after you my lady' which was not something that many men had extended to her, let alone a woman, even if it was in a joke like manner. Lana eyed the security with a little concern, thinking about whether she would be let in, but Jamie's arm was hooked into hers, and the touch made her breath hitch a little bit. She didn't want to do anything to lead this woman on, even if she was or was not interested, she couldn't. Lana just couldn't, not when so much was at stake. She walked past the security easily with the girl, down to the bar, the music a little bit too loud, and Lana disliked shouting. She just gave a small smile and shrugged. "Surprise me." She grinned, because she knew that Jamie could surprise her. And if she hated whatever choice of drink that she chose, she was sure that Jamie would not blame her for it. She kept her green eyes on the girls face, taking in the smooth lines, and the colour of her eyes. "Do you repay everyone who offers to help with heavy lifting with drinks?" Lana spoke, loudly enough to hear over the music, but leaning in a little bit so Jamie could hear her and she wouldn't have to shout, clear teasing in her voice that made her skin flush a little, but it was a step out of your comfort zone kind of time for Lana.

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NOTES eeeeep Lanie!!! <33333333333

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Jamie felt like she had Lana pretty well pegged at this point. She’d gotten the forgiving part right, the loyal part, and the feisty-when-poked part. Still, she wondered what else the other woman had to offer her, er, in general. She was sweet, definitely, with that hint of spice that kept popping up just to intrigue the mermaid some more. The brunette was almost completely unwilling to be confrontational though… She’d stick up for her ideas one second, and then acquiesce to Jamie’s rudeness the next. It was an interesting combination, and made the redhead wonder just what had smushed her fighter’s spirit so far down that she only used it in spurts. The singer looked forward to the thought of spending enough with her to figure it out. A rather important sliver of her wondered whether or not the other woman would be amenable to such a suggestion. But that would have to come later, after the pretty brunette was done defending her friends… Jamie decided to stir the pot, just a little.

’Mm. If they’re such good friends, lemme ask you something. Did they even ask where you were going? Offer to accompany? Ask if you were okay? Or did you just go, and they still haven’t noticed that you’re missing?’ The redhead just had a feeling… Her friends were in there rocking their little hearts out, and Lana was out here with her, pretty much abandoned. Okay, so Jamie’s friends weren’t out here with her, but they knew where she was, and knew she was independent, and that if she really needed them, she would’ve said so. She would complain that they’d left her, but it wasn’t as big a deal as she would pretend it was. Leaving Lana though? That was a big no-no in her book. Because you just shouldn’t ditch your friends in a foreign place without even making sure they were okay. She could’ve run into any manner of person out here, and it was just lucky coincidence that it happened to be Jamie and not some creeper up to no good. Maybe Jamie’s words jogged some sore spot in Lana, but she didn’t seem particularly willing to talk about her friends anymore, and they moved on to talking about Jamie’s fanbase instead, and Lana’s potential addition to the mix.

’It sounds to me like we both have convincing arguments and particularly good analogies Lady Lana, so we’re just going to have to agree to disagree here. I happen to think each fan in my collection is important, like each unique piece in a puzzle, or a rare grouping of comic books. But if you think that you’re just one grain of rice in the bowl, you’re wrong. You’re special.’ Jamie wasn’t sure what had prompted her to say that, but it felt right. Lana was special, though the mermaid didn’t know why yet. The brunette had some little spark that made Jamie extra-interested. And she couldn’t say that she minded. There were far worse people she could be interested in, certainly. Less helpful and good people…

She didn’t know how long it took them to load up the van- a few minutes? Maybe half an hour?- but when they were done, she knew that she didn’t want Lana to leave yet and go back to some friends that probably didn’t appreciate her. She wanted the other girl to stay with her just a little longer, and maybe let her figure out… stuff. Way to be vague J. Sheesh. Vagueness aside, she did want to keep Lana, and thank her appropriately. Maybe- though it was highly unlikely- stop being as much of a foul-mouthed, opinionated jerkwad as she usually was. Her mouth quirk, and she snorted quietly about the likelihood of that. Yeah, sure. She made the offer of a drink though, and even got it accepted, for which she was legitimately grateful. Lana could’ve said no, which would’ve been disappointing, even if it was the answer she’d been expecting.

’Awesome. Um, the yes, not the age thing. You’re mostly legal, and I’ve been having drinks since I was seventeen. So, if you want something boozy, I don’t care.’ Apparently, booze wasn’t initially Lana’s to-do list, since she was DD. Was Jamie surprised? Not in the slightest. She felt that she was getting offended by Lana’s friends before she even met them, and that just wouldn’t do. The pretty brunette obviously liked them for some reason… But the mermaid couldn’t help but feel like they were taking advantage of Lana’s good nature. Of course, that was perhaps exactly what Jamie herself had done just moments ago, but she liked to think it was different, because at least she was appreciative, and not just because she wanted in Lana’s pants- which she did, the more time she spent with her. So now, in lieu of Lana’s friends, she would try to show the other woman a good time, and some appreciation.

It started as soon as she locked the van, opening the door for the beauty and escorting her through the restricted area back into the masses of excited people, keeping a firm grip on her hand so that they wouldn’t get separated. It made Jamie oddly… possessive? Strange, but somehow pleasant. When they hit the bar, she let go and asked Lana what she wanted, only to have the other woman come closer to avoid shouting, and ask to be surprised. It took a considerable amount of her willpower not to kiss the girl and surprise her quite a lot. Instead, she grinned and nodded, moving away to talk to the bartender and order a whiskey on the rocks for herself and something called a ‘wicked woman’ for Lana. She couldn’t help herself, she saw the name and the ingredients, and it just came out of her mouth. It was fruity and cold and blended- rum, orange juice, bananas, ice, and pineapple juice. The venue had gotten a professional company to tend the show and the guy behind the bar had a way with the mixer. A few moments later, her drink order was in her hand, and she was headed back to Lana, giving her her beverage with a flourish. It seemed to amuse the gorgeous brunette, and even got her to ask Jamie if that was how she repaid all her heavy lifters.

’Oh, of course not, silly woman. This is just how I repay the beautiful ones who put up with my rude ass. Cheers.’ She lightly clinked her glass with Lana’s, smirking, before taking a burning sip of the alcohol. ’Do you like it? If you don’t, I’ll get you something else…’ Jamie hoped that Lana approved of her choice, since it was a matter of pride to know what women liked. ’Are you feeling this show at all? Or do you wanna be nosy backstage with me for a few minutes? I can give you a grand tour.’ She sipped her whiskey again, and watched her companion’s lovely eyes.

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HEY THAT SOUNDS LIKE MY LUCK, I GET THE SHORT END OF IT

Lana narrowed her cat coloured eyes as Jamie attacked her friends, crossing her slim arms over her chest she tilted her head to the side. "I'm sorry but ... do you know anything about my friends?" Lana asked her, not angrily but simply her voice factual and curious as to why she thinks she has the right to assume anything about her or her friends. "Maybe I'm the good friend and just wanted to let them enjoy the show without holding them back." She shrugged, her eyes on the ground because Lana was not a confrontational person at all, but she was willing to protect those she loved with every fibre of her body. She had always been fierce when it came to that, because she didn't appreciate people badmouthing the people she loves. Because really she didn't blame either Jasmine or Rory for simply wanting to have a good time, and if she wasn't going to fully enjoy herself, she didn't really want to hold them back.

Lana sighed softly, raising her gaze to meet Jamie's and shrugged. "It's impossible to care about every single fan." She reasoned, tilting her head curiously, because she liked to have intelligent discussions, and she was actually enjoying talking to Jamie. Yes, the woman was gorgeous, headstrong and blunt, and Lana would be worse off if she pissed her off, yet there was something in her that just wanted to keep talking to her. The words flowed out of her mouth easily and quickly, her mind coming up with responses in split seconds, and the younger girl could honestly say she rarely ever gets like this, yet she likes it. "Because they're all just a group of people to a band. You can't simply know every single one, not like the fan knows you." Lana smiled, her natural pout making her seem older and wiser than she probably was, however she fought the urge to blush as the enunciation of 'special' because Lana knew what she meant, but it still hit her.

The loading up of the van was actually quite a difficult procedure that left the petite girl a little breathless simply because she was so small trying to do heavy-lifting. At home, her parents had hired more maids and servants than anyone could possibly need, therefore Lana barely did anything herself. She made sure that her room was pristine, and well, let's just say that if anyone were to pay her room a visit, they wouldn't think that a teenager lived there. But instead of rock music, Lana appreciated things that she found to heighten her intellect. Such as the interpretation of art, and classic movies that influenced genres, watching the contemporary film for comparison. You could call her geeky, and you could call her uptight, and Lana did know that she was. That is why her heartbeat sped up just a little as she accepted the drink, because this was just so far out of her comfort zone of something that she would do. None the less, she hoped that she wouldn't regret it.

"I know. I'm not much of a drinker really. I prefer a clear mind." She smiled, and blinked a couple of times as they entered the club, her body tingling at the fact that Jamie kept her hand on her arm all the way to the bar, and Lana scolded herself for feeling that because she wasn't supposed to. She was supposed to feel this way when a boy touched her, but she couldn't help it. She saw a gorgeous woman and her body reacted before Lana could stop it. Therefore, it was kind of a relief and allowed Lana to breathe easier when she was finally let go off. She went off to wait for Jamie, who came back with a colourful drink for her and she quirked an eyebrow, taking it when she was given it and smelled it cautiously. "What is this? Definitely not something I've had before..." She blushed a little, because she was making her inexperience so obvious and she didn't want to seem that way in front of Jamie. She felt like she had something to prove about herself, that she wasn't a girl who had to be forced to go out and have a good time.

Lana was glad for the darkness, because she knew she was blushing wildly at being called 'beautiful'. But that made her wonder how many beautiful women helped her with heavy lifting? Well, the ones that were of that orientation, Lana was sure, would do almost anything for someone as beautiful as Jamie. "Well, I suppose I should be flattered." She smiled, a little shyly eyeing her drink and took a sip of it, the harsh flavour of the alcohol on the tip of her tongue being soothed by all the sweetness of ingredients she wasn't sure were in there. "Mm, no I like it. It's nice." She nodded, but she made a mental note to drink slowly, because alcohol wasn't something she usually consumed. But then Jamie was speaking again, and Lana nodded eagerly, the place a little stuffy for her, even though she wasn't wearing her jacket. "Sure, a tour sounds good." She moves to get up, being careful not to spill her drink as she walked beside the redhead, the lack of space making it so that she walked closer than she should have, the sweet smell of whatever perfume she was wearing entering her senses. "Where to first?" She asked, curious as to what was happening backstage.

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Ah, finally, there was some feistiness to the little brunette in front of her. It wasn’t outright or overt, by any means, but it was still there, and it piqued Jamie’s interest even more. That quiet, shy creature was a façade that hid a much more independent and stubborn individual, and the mermaid could tell. She didn’t know if it was because she seemed to be able- at least in her own head- to read Lana with some ease, or because she was the same way, just amplified, but J knew there was a fighter’s spirit in there. Now, should she encourage it with some baiting antics? Or let her have the win and bolster that confidence? Ugh… she wanted to keep fighting back, to push Lana to that hot-headed edge, if she could, but the mermaid didn’t know her new companion that well, and decided to let it go. A strong internal struggle, that. Still, her acquiescence was flippant and smart-assed, like the redhead herself.

’Ha. I think I’ve gleaned quite enough about your friends, even though I don’t know them. And a bit about you, as well.’ Her wink was saucy and sweet, a gentle tease to ease that bitterness that letting it go would cause her. ’And I bet you are that kind of good friend. What with helping strangers. Still, maybe that’s why you’re still friends? Who knows? Not me, certainly, but it’s something to think about, I’d say.’ The little tiff seemed to die then, as they moved on to talking about Jamie’s growing fandom. Okay, so she couldn’t keep her eye on every fan. Fine. But she could damn sure appreciate every soul out there that listened to her music. And she did. Just because she didn’t know them all by name? What, that made her a bad person? It was like going to a store or a restaurant; the waiters and employees were small in number compared to the vastness of the clientele they had to take care of. Jamie sighed, a touch disheartened by the idea that Lana thought she couldn’t appreciate every fan. What if they thought that too? No. She refused to believe it. ’Be that as it may, I appreciate every little spark that contributes to the flame. Every one. They’re important, and given the opportunity, I would totally learn about all of them, starting with you, Nancy Naysayer. Even if the sparks burned out of control.’ It was a gentle joke, combined with a hot little bit of flirting that made Jamie feel much better about her standing in the conversation. Hurray. She didn’t know what inspired Lana to agree to her repayment proposal, given the way the other woman seemed intent upon disagreeing with her about almost everything, and maybe it was just good manners, but the singer appreciated it. Very much. Especially the opportunity to touch her.

She hoped that she was exuding that appreciation as she took Lana along for the ride, selecting a drink she hoped the younger woman would enjoy. Besides the fact that the name amused her. Her grin was infectious as she brought it back to her soft-spoken companion. A little something wouldn’t be bad for her. And there was lots of fruit in it. Geez. Still, the brunette asked her what it was and it made Jamie pause briefly, torn between telling her the truth and being vague, keeping the joke to herself… Oh, hell with it. ’Me neither. But the ingredients sounded yummy. According to the bartender, it’s a ‘wicked woman.’ Enjoy.’ With that, she proceeded to kinda propose a toast, clinking her glass to Lana’s, amused by the other woman’s reaction as the bitter liquid burned its way down her throat. ’You don’t have to be sweetheart. Truths are rarely supposed to be taken as flattery.’ She chuckled lightly then, and realized that it was far too cramped and loud for Lana to be having a good time, and she had the unconscionable urge to keep the brunette to herself, and away from those she called ‘friends.’ It wasn’t entirely unusual for her to like a beautiful woman so immediately, but Jamie could feel a difference here. Not unpleasant, but a touch unsettling. Still, she decided to roll with it, slipping Lana’s arm back through her own, providing an escort to the back of the stage, past the security and the noise to someplace fairly sound-proofed. She allowed the brunette her freedom again, chewing her lip, trying to decide.

’Well, we can start where I did. Yeah… let’s do that. So first,’ she said, hanging a left back to the wardrobe department- ha, her own little internal joke amused her- making her way back through the first steps of her own initial tour, ‘’they had us drop our things in here. Supposedly safe, but who knows?’ It was quiet and empty in the room now, and Jamie looked around with a little shrug, moving behind curtains, and rifling through the various clothes. ’Anything in here catch your fancy? Funky impromptu fashion show could be had…’ Okay, yeah, she was joking, but she was quite interested to see what Lana would say. Probably ‘no,’ since none of these things were hers, and she had an honor code… But maybe she’d surprise Jamie.

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HEY THAT SOUNDS LIKE MY LUCK, I GET THE SHORT END OF IT

Lana didn't like the badmouthing of the people she loved and cared about. She was passionate about protecting them because they were her friends and she knew them for more than what someone has told her about them. That is why Jamie was being completely unfair as she called them bad friends. Rory and Jasmine were amazing friends. They were loving, and caring and they just wanted Lana to have a good time. It's not their fault that she was different and this wasn't quite her scene. Lana tried to ignore the wink, not to notice it but it was a rather difficult feat, so she shook her head and licked her lower lip absent mindedly. "They were actually being good friends. They just wanted me to have a good time. Not their fault that my idea of a good time isn't ... a loud rock concert." She shrugged, her voice softer and not aggressive because it was must like 'please stop insulting my friends, or God help me',

The talk about the fan base actually amused Lana, and the assumption that she was part of it now that she's seen one show was kind of cocky. But that was Jamie for you. She was a woman who certainly knew she was beautiful and talented and wasn't afraid to use her charm and blunt mouth on people. As much as Lana hated to admit it, the short interaction she was enjoying. The joking and teasing from the female, and she could show off her own personality in contrast. But she supposed that it was more because she was a stunning woman paying simple Lana attention in a manner that she so craved but wouldn't - no - shouldn't admit. "So, you're assuming I'm a fan of your band now? At what proof?" She tilted her head to the side, arms crossed over her chest and standing with legs spread apart in a kind of a little bit defensive stance. "I'm sure someone else would appreciate meeting Jamie the rock star, I'm more appreciative of meeting Jamie the person." She blushed at the words because they were much braver than Lana was used to saying. Oops.

The inside of the bar area was loud, filled with people shattering at the tops of their voices, and this was also a place that Lana would not frequent on her own. She was a girl who preferred museums and quiet café's where she could read her book undisturbed, but then again, this night was certainly not something which she had expected anyway. She waited for Jamie to come back with her drink and asked what it was, laughing quietly at the name of 'wicked woman'. "I think this drink is more befitting you, you have a wicked kind of vibe about you, Jamie." Lana spoke, keeping her eyes on the drink because hell, she was not used to saying half of the things she was saying to this woman and it took her aback. It was like she wanted to impress her and every time she tried she blushed madly. But then it was all subconscious, because it was also her being herself in a situation she was not used to being.Confidence was needed in this instance and she decided that she should show it.

Jamie had a way with words that, if used in the right way, would make Lana a mess. The compliments and simple slips of the tongue were making her judgement loud but Lana knew she needed to be careful. She made sure that her phone was on for when the concert ended, and would instantly leave the moment either Rory or Jasmine called her. "Well then, I appreciate the honesty." Lana replied, still not believing the words because she didn't really consider herself beautiful, more plain than anything. Especially not when she stood next to Jamie, with her flowing hair and bright smile and never ending legs, confident enough to show off so much skin, where as Lana was dressed in a way that didn't fit into this environment, hair tied back, a small amount of make up, barely there.

Lana almost sighed in relief as the loud chatter was left behind them, and she took a small sip of her drink as they walked. "Are you allowed to just ... take people back stage?" She asked, because she was no one who could get into trouble and that was the last thing she wanted. Though she was sure that Jamie wouldn't let anything happen to her, but still, Lana had issues about getting into trouble. "A lot of people would kill to be me right now, and I'm not sure I'm able to appreciate the vip experience fully." She chuckled, thinking of all the fans of Jamie's band that would love to meet her, talk to her, sign any place they wanted, much like the main band that was playing right now.

When they walked to the wardrobe department, Lana was looking around curiously and with interest. As they entered the room, the placed her drink on the side and cocked an eyebrow at Jamie's words. "Fashion show? Well, I'm really not planning on changing in a place I don't know." She told her with conviction, but her eyes settled on a hat that picked her fancy and she grinned, moving to put it on her head. "But hats, hat's I can do. This one's cute, is it yours?" She asked as she tilted the hat to the side in a funny manner and found another. "Here, you put this one on." She said, handing it to Jamie with an amused smile, thinking that this was kinda fun and better than sitting on her own as she waited for the show to finish so she could take her friends home. "Do you always dress like this, or is it just for the show?" Lana asked, eyeing the woman's body for a second before she caught herself looking, and blushed a little, moving to pick up a scarf and wrapping it around her neck.

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[JAMILA KALIANE ADRASTOS]

‘The best-laid plans of mice and men.’ Wasn’t that how the silly phrase went? Something like that, at the very least. Truth be told, while Jamie had done well in school, the simple, boring topics had never been her thing. And she really only put forth any effort so her mom wouldn’t bitch at her or hire tutors. Lacking intelligence and lacking motivation were two entirely different things. But anyways, the quote occurred to her while she was talking to Lana about her friends. Actually, she didn’t think the plans of… whoever they were, had been particularly well-laid, if they knew Lana at all, but the woman seemed convinced that they only had her best interests at heart. They ‘wanted her to have a good time.’ The redhead resisted the urge to roll her eyes at that. Whatever. If the girl chick wanted to surround herself with people who weren’t really good for her, by choice, then that was her decision to make. Jamie had to put up with bitches she didn’t like, and never wished that kind of annoying torment on anyone else. Lana’s selections were her own, however, and who was Jamie to naysay what were likely some spectacular examples of friendship? Despite the fact that they’d ditched her without so much as a word…. Yeah. Prime friends, indeed. If they wanted her to have a good time, they wouldn’t have selected a loud rock concert for her to go to. But that was just the rocker’s opinion, and Lana had no reason to put any stock in it yet. So the mermaid let the little disagreement die, and moved on to talking about her fandom instead. Of which, yes, she was now convinced the brunette was a willing, working part.

’Yes, I am. It’s not an assumption if it’s true.’ Her eyebrows moved playfully, teasing the woman across from her as she continued. ’And you didn’t leave the building until after we were done, you’re standing here talking to the front-person for it, and you’re even helping me move crap. Now yeah, I could chalk that up to kindness, but maybe you’re just a groupie in the making.’ The mermaid grinned, knowing that she was really just spitballing, but she rather liked when Lana got a little feistier, when there was a touch more fight in the ‘mousy’ brunette. There was a strength under there, a fire, and Jamie knew that it’d be fun to play with, should she successfully wiggle it from its cage. Ah, and there it was, snapping at her with… a compliment, of all things. The response made the rocker chuckle and shake her head. ’Sweetie, Jamie is the rocker is the person. I didn’t change from one to the other upon meeting you. I always am who I am. It’s what makes me different from some of the other ‘famous’ people out there.’ Her shrug was a good emphasis of her point. Most rock stars didn’t haul their own gear or chat up fans in the back of their venues. Nah. But Jamie had never held to that whole ‘I’m better than you because I’m famous’ shtick. It was stupid. She just was who she was, no questions and no qualms. If you didn’t like it, you could leave it. And she was rather hoping Lana liked it, at least a little. It seemed she did, anyways, at least enough to have a drink with her.

A drink whose title she just couldn’t resist. The mermaid would love the opportunity to turn Lana into some wicked, vixen-like creature, given half the chance. But instead, the brunette decided to flip it back at her, instead. Sigh. Way to roll a joke on its head. ’I am wicked, honey. But I’d much rather it work its wicked ways on you instead. Maybe have you join the wicked ranks.’ She winked then, before fixing Lana with an honest compliment that seemed to fluster the other woman for a moment, giving Jamie a little nugget of pride to feed on for a moment, before she became quite aware that this really wasn’t the kind of place to have an interesting conversation, and certainly not the atmosphere necessary to get the shyer woman to talk to her with any comfort. Nope. So she came up with an idea, which Lana- of course- immediately questioned. ’I pretty much have run of the place, beautiful. Don’t worry so much, huh? I got this.’ With that, she tugged her companion along, laughing at her comment about ‘the VIP experience.’ ’What they don’t tell you is that those things really aren’t that awesome unless you’re with awesome people. The backstage stuff is pretty much the same from location to location. Hanging out with me, however, I would think you’d be able to enjoy anywhere.’ Her smile was megawatt as she started her little tour, leading an impromptu wander around the halls and walls and rooms. Like she said, it really wasn’t so impressive. Most people fawned because they didn’t know how basic it all was. The Palladium was great, a treat for artists and tourists alike, well-maintained and extremely functional, but still, it had all the baseline components like every other stadium. Including the dressing rooms, which was the first stop on the Adrastos Tour.

When in Rome, do as the Romans do. At least, that was the theory behind Jamie’s suggested ‘fashion show,’ which she didn’t honestly expect Lana to take seriously. Still, the pretty brunette was a good sport, making a counteroffer that the mermaid chuckled over. Especially how cute she was, wandering around and selecting one of the myriad hats available. ’Then hats it is. I’m actually quite the hat aficionado, believe it or not. And that one… that one is not very you. No, let’s try this one instead.’ She reached around behind Lana and selected a ridiculous pink confection, as the brunette handed Jamie a hat of her own, which the redhead put on, in good sport, before posing slightly. ’Whatcha think? Is it ‘Vogue’ enough?’ Her feet twirled her around with a giggle, before she picked a different one, and Lana looked at her with… something in her eyes. Curiosity, maybe. Ah, definitely, as she asked her question. ’Nah, they just fancied me up for the stage. This is ‘me with the volume turned up.’ Or however my stylist put it… Nope. Usually I’m in jeans, t-shirts, and Converse. Thuper fancy, I know.’ Her slim-ish shoulders shrugged eloquently, and grinned at the light blush spreading over Lana’s cheeks, and the sweet way she wrapped the scarf around her pretty neck. ’You have excellent taste in accessories Lana, I must admit.’

[LANA ADRIENNE CAVANO]

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HEY THAT SOUNDS LIKE MY LUCK, I GET THE SHORT END OF IT

Sometime’s Lana didn’t understand people and where they came from, but that didn’t mean that she judged them before knowing them. Unlike Jamie seemed to, her harsh opinions of people she’s never met were a wonder to Lana. Her, being of such a kind heart, would never say such a thing about Jamie’s friends, even if it may seem that they weren’t as caring as she made them out to be. For all Lana knew, they might be the best people in the world, but she couldn’t know that without having met them. Shaking her head, she was glad they weren’t on the subject any longer, simply because she would be riled up for no reason. She rubbed her arms a little from the chill of the night, and tilted her head to the side gently as she listened to Jamie’s words with an amused smile. “Oh, I’m definitely a groupie in the making. Watch me buy all your albums the moment I leave.” She said, her tone mock pleasant, but not harsh. Simply, the girl had a fire in her that came out on occasion, and she was sure that Jamie wouldn’t take offence to her words. Or rather, she didn't seem like the kind of person who takes offence to much. "I was only helping cause those things look heavy, I woulda done the same if you weren't in a band." Lana shrugs, a small smile playing around her lips, since Jamie's assumptions always seem to be so ... single minded. Or maybe that was her way of messing with Lana and the girl just didn't realise it, and wouldn't until it was too late.

Lana was actually intrigued at the way Jamie insisted that she was who she was all the time, and for the younger girl that wasn't so hard to believe. It was usually the cool, confident kind of people who didn't need to pretend to be someone they're not in the presence of others, though in all the books that Lana's read, sometimes the outrageously cool and confident were the ones who had to lead that kind of life to hide how sad they actually are. Not that she could say that for Jamie, she was a goddamn rockstar, she seemed pretty happy to Lana but she also realised that she might not know what was under the 'Jamie all the time' exterior. "I suppose that might be redeeming, since you're pretty rude, and I can account that to you just being Jamie." She flushed a little at her words, they weren't snappy or harsh but she hadn't expected to say them, and so her eyes widened just a fraction and she really hoped that she hadn't offended the red headed woman because that would have been the worst thing. "Um, wow, sorry. That was unaccounted for. Wouldn't want you to call security on me." Lana didn't know how to be rude without feeling bad about it, and that made her cheeks flame a little more as she looked down at the flats she was wearing, to look anywhere but straight, though she did make a kind of joke out of it. God, what was happening to her, she had no clue.

Lana wasn't quite certain as to why she agreed to the drink, but she knew that she hadn't felt like this since prom, and as much as she knew she should leave and not allow this to happen, she liked it. At prom when she kissed that girl, she blamed it on the alcohol, though she had not drank anything. Her father insisted that she was a princess who needed a prince and a child and so she went all her life believing that, and she was denying herself what she truly wanted to please her father. Always please him. And so the flirting from Jamie was something she shouldn't indulge in, but tonight was her night, and she wanted to. She liked the attention, and it wasn't like anything would happen, so some harmless flirting would be alright. Lana laughed softly at the 'wicked ranks' comment as she sipped on her 'Sex on the Beach'. "Mm, you'd have to work really hard then, I don't have a wicked bone in my body." As much as she was making a joke of that, it was true. Lana was generally a kind, sweet person. Though of course, a feisty Lana came out when she was defensive about her friends, though she knew she would never be defensive about herself if someone was so rude to her. That was the sad part, but Lana valued the people she loved more than she valued herself, and that was why he was so obedient to her father, wanting to please him so much.

Lana was relieved the get out of the noisy part of the venue, she was never much for crowded, loud places, so this was far from her dream place to be, but it seemed like Jamie got that and led her backstage. Lana was also aware that many people would kill to be in her position, and she felt really bad for the actual hardcore fans of Jamie's band, because well, Lana wasn't just that into the music they produced. With the passing compliments, the brunette felt her stomach lurch a little, but she passed the words off with a little shake to her head. As Jamie smiled, Lana's eyes were caught on how pretty her smile was, bright and honest, and she felt that she was smiling back since it was so contagious. "On the contrary, some people might be fans of the backstage stuff rather than the artist." She said all in good humour, making a joke that she was sure would fail, but oh well. It wasn't like making jokes was Lana's general behaviour, but Jamie seemed to bring it out in her. She took another small sip of her drink, and it made her feel a little less hot. Good, she'd keep that in mind. "Though I'm sure it is also your sunny personality." The minute amount of alcohol was making her braver, she was such a lightweight, and had never really drunk anything, but here she was.

The little fashion show was surprisingly fun. She picked a hat, and Jamie protested that it wasn't very 'her' and gave her an even more ridiculous hat. The younger woman giggled slightly at the 'vogue enough' comment, and pretended to be seriously contemplating this. "Hm, maybe if you turn to the left a little the hat won't look quite so terrible." She said this like she was a professional, before breaking out into a bright smile. Right now, Lana kind of wished that Jamie was in jeans and converse rather than this very revealing outfit that she struggled to keep her eyes off of as much as she tried, and Lana would both be glad and sad when this night would come to an end. "Very true. My parents would throw a fit if I ever wore jeans and converse casually. Dresses and other fancy clothes for me." Lana was a little sad about that, because if she wore jeans, she had to wear shoes and a top that made her look 'presentable' by their standards, which was why she was wearing what she was wearing today and didn't quite fit in with the crowd. When the bright coloured scarf thing went around her neck, Jamie's comment made her smile. "Thanks. Do you think someone would notice if I borrowed this, I have just the dress to match it." She joked as she looked around for other things in the room, before her eyes settled on something. "Pirate hat? For serious?" She cocked an eyebrow in confusion and looked to the red head. "I am so glad I'm not in the music business." She shook he head, and her eyes met Jamie's. "What made you get into the music business anyway?"

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