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Post by dodger suzanne redfearn on Apr 23, 2020 11:44:58 GMT -5
  Dodger wasn’t really into the kind of music Dallas Thomas put out there. It wasn’t anything against him, but her choice of music was more electronic. It was loud, messy, but it helped her think and plan the perfect designs for a customer’s request. However, Jagger had scored free tickets to his next show in New York and Dodger wasn’t so dumb that she’d reject a mostly free night out. Jagger might have to consider it work, but Dodger didn’t. She could go and get drunk if she so desired. Dodger didn’t plan that sort of thing unless it was a rough week or someone’s birthday. It was true that most of her weekends were spent at clubs or concerts, staggering home in the early hours, but that didn’t always mean she was intoxicated and barely able to find her keys every weekend. Some nights she just partied until her feet hurt or was half asleep by the time, she left the bar because she’d been up since 6am.
It wasn’t soon into the evening when Dodger lost her sister. She knew Jagger would appear at the end of the night, but that she had most likely wound up doing something for work. Dodger was only ever a distraction when she tagged along on Jagger’s assignments. You’d think identical twins were rarer that a solar eclipse with the way some people reacted to seeing two of them. Plus, it was far too loud to try to explain to someone that Dodger wasn’t Jagger and therefore had no idea or interest in what her sister was supposed to be doing. Sure, Dodger listened when they were talking together, but that was different. She wouldn’t take Jagger on a decorating job and expect her to get excited or know all about the details of the house they were in.
Dodger got herself a drink, wary of the plastic cup it was served it. She understood that it was common practice at concerts, that there was the safety of everyone in the venue to consider, but she never quite trusted them. She was sure that being jostled with a plastic cup led to more spillage than normal. She found a space in the crowd, just as the support act were finishing, tossing guitar picks and drumsticks into an eager crowd. Dodger hadn’t heard of them, and she was sure she only knew like three of Dallas’ songs – the ones that were played most frequently on the radio – so this was mostly going to be a night of drinking and dancing. Someone in front of her was jostled by the crowd and the domino effect that followed nearly caused someone to fall into Dodger. She sidestepped at the last second, narrowly avoiding the very problem she had been concerned about when she bought her drink. “Whoa…” She knew it was pointless yelling at anyone. Concerts were typically like this. If you didn’t come home with sticky shoes and an odd alcoholic smell, then you’d paid extra money for good seats and completely avoided the mayhem on the floor. And that sort of life wasn’t for Dodger. She liked being in the crowd, lost in the music and dancing like there was a spider in her hair.
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TAGGED! James Xavier Clary
WORDS! 544!
LYRICS! Place Less Travelled - - - Brighten
NOTES! >.<
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