Breaking up The Band, chapter 2
She cursed underneath her breath as a "GET ME OUTTA HERE!" rang out from the bathroom. He was still stuck?
She might as well help the poor guy, even if she didn't know him..
It was okay to go into a men's room and help a drunk drummer out of a toilet, right?
Maybe not. But she did it anyways.
"Need any help?" she asked, sticking her head through the restroom door. Lia desperately tried to refrain from laughing, but couldn't help it.
"Uh.. Sure, whatever, just--"A voice called from the nearest stall, but was interrupted by a splash. She supposed it was him flailing his arms around in the air.
She crept in slowly, a little scared to be in a men's barthroom.. Blecch.
It smelled awful.
She expected that backstage they kept the restrooms clean, but, obviously not.
Lia tiptoed over into the stall, swinging the door open and nearly giving the bassist a concussion.
"Watch it." He said irritably, staring at Lia for a second then diverting his attention back to the drummer.
"Sorry," she whispered hastily.
It was a rather funny situation when she looked at it.
The bassist and the lead guitarist were sitting down on their knees, soaked in water, behind a disgruntled looking drummer, whose head was jammed in the u-bend haphazardly.
"Shouldn't we, er.. Tug him out or something?" she said, sitting down cross-legged on the tile floor.
"Who're you?" The bassist asked.
"Lia.." She muttered, tucking a piece of pink hair behind her ear.
"Mike." The bassist answered.
"Billie." The lead guitarist said, shaking hands with her." And he's Tre." he added, pointing to the drummer.
Tre started flailing his arms again, sending toilet water into Lia's face.
"We should get Tre out." Billie said, changing the subject.
"Would help a little.." Lia said.
"On the count of three.." Billie said, taking hold of one of Tre's arms.
She might as well help the poor guy, even if she didn't know him..
It was okay to go into a men's room and help a drunk drummer out of a toilet, right?
Maybe not. But she did it anyways.
"Need any help?" she asked, sticking her head through the restroom door. Lia desperately tried to refrain from laughing, but couldn't help it.
"Uh.. Sure, whatever, just--"A voice called from the nearest stall, but was interrupted by a splash. She supposed it was him flailing his arms around in the air.
She crept in slowly, a little scared to be in a men's barthroom.. Blecch.
It smelled awful.
She expected that backstage they kept the restrooms clean, but, obviously not.
Lia tiptoed over into the stall, swinging the door open and nearly giving the bassist a concussion.
"Watch it." He said irritably, staring at Lia for a second then diverting his attention back to the drummer.
"Sorry," she whispered hastily.
It was a rather funny situation when she looked at it.
The bassist and the lead guitarist were sitting down on their knees, soaked in water, behind a disgruntled looking drummer, whose head was jammed in the u-bend haphazardly.
"Shouldn't we, er.. Tug him out or something?" she said, sitting down cross-legged on the tile floor.
"Who're you?" The bassist asked.
"Lia.." She muttered, tucking a piece of pink hair behind her ear.
"Mike." The bassist answered.
"Billie." The lead guitarist said, shaking hands with her." And he's Tre." he added, pointing to the drummer.
Tre started flailing his arms again, sending toilet water into Lia's face.
"We should get Tre out." Billie said, changing the subject.
"Would help a little.." Lia said.
"On the count of three.." Billie said, taking hold of one of Tre's arms.
