Ean laughs softly, grinning, “You know it was good, don’t say crap like that. . .”
The girl rolls her eyes, “You know you carry the rest of the band, Ean. Justinian is just as horrible on the drums as Cass is the bass.”
“Said nothing about yourself. You’re good too, you know.” Ean grins, “And I don’t carry the band. I’m not that good.”
Kane chatted with his bandmate, nodding a bit. "Did you see that other band?"
"Depends, are you asking as a compliment or an insult?"
"Take a guess, Jackie-boy."
Ean shakes his head slightly tapping his foot slightly, “Anyways, Cassie, you’re not bad yourself on the guitar or vocals.”
The girl, Cassie, nods, “Yeah, you’re just better. You’ve got the raw talent. Why don’t you go and hit it big? You could make millions.”
Ean sighs, “I’m not doing anything without you guys. Y’all are my friends and band mates. We made a commitment together, through better or worse. I’m sticking with it.”
Cassie nods, “Loyal bastard, you wont even better your own life if it means leaving us dorks behind.”
"I'm shocked my ears aren't fucking bleeding!"
"I'm not sure if if it was from them, or you practically humping that amp."
"Oh, fuck off." Kane said, shoving him lightly.
Ean shrugs, “Money is not what’s important to me, it’s you guys. Now if you’re going to keep pestering me about my decisions, Cassie, you can can in and drink your. . . Whatever it is you’re drinking.”
Cassie laugh, swishing the glass, “It’s the blood of my rivals, Healy diluted with alcohol. You should try it sometime, it’s delicious.”
Ean laughs softly, shaking his head slightly.
"Hey, I wasn't the one being a whore on stage!"
Kane rolled his eyes, trying to get the bartender's attention. "Why am I friends with you?"
Ean casts a glance down the bar and notes a few of the faces and then looks back to Cassie, “I’d say. . . There are a few hot guys here, Cassie, what do you say we-“
Cassie cuts him a glare, “f you’re trying to set me up with someone, drop it.”
Ean snickers, “What? No, I’m talking about me.”
Cassie blinks, “Oh- Ohh. . . Right, sorry.” She smirks, “If that’s how you want to spend the night, be my guest.”
"Anyway, did you see that chick in the audience?"
"Hm? Oh, uh, yeah." He said, trying to feign interest. He never found quite the right moment to tell them that girls weren't exactly his bag, and he wasn't about to do it in a crowded bar. "Pretty thing, huh?"
"Think I'm gonna go find her. You're like, chill here, right?"
"Go get her, Jackie-boy."
Ean huffs, “Are you coming with, or are you going to sit here ‘drinking the blood of your rivals’>” He asks, clearly joking.
Cassie shrugs, “You don’t need me, go. Be. . . Whatever it is you are, Ean.”
Kane watched Jackie leave, sighing a bit as he ordered a beer, putting it on Jackie's tab to mess with him a little bit in return for leaving him.
Ean laughs and gets up, taking the glass with him as he moves down the bar, trying to find someone interesting to speak with.
Kane lazily sipped his drink, eyes scanning the crowd for someone he wasn't currently arguing with.
Ean pauses and then moves towards Kane. He had no clue who the guy was, but still. Always a chance to make new friends, right? He snorts softly too himself, and stop walking, halfway there.
Kane caught sight of someone approaching from the corner of his eye, turning to look at them. He looked them over, raising an eyebrow, recognizing him from the band who played that other set.
Ean hesitates before finishing his pash and stopping next to the other guy, “Hey. . .”
(I gtg soon, and I’ll be back around the same time I was here tomorrow)
Kane gave a soft hum of acknowledgment. "You're from that thrash trash band, yeah? Yelling Sheep or some shit like that?"
Ean laughs, “The Screaming Goats. But, yeah, it was kinda trashy. We’ve accepted the fact, though I have been told to leave them behind and persue my career, but. . .” He shrugs, “You sounded pretty good, though.”
Kane shrugged a little, starting to run through all the sour notes and missed cues. "It's whatever."
“Look, you guys didn’t sound like a dying animal. We did.” Ean looks at him, grinning, “That’s why we call ourselves the screaming goats.”
"At least you're self aware." He said, taking another sip.
Ean laughs softly, drinking from his glass, “Yeah, I guess so. I don’t think I sound like a screaming goat though.” He chuckles softly.
"Maybe just a little." He said, glancing around to make sure none of his bandmates were around- they never let him live anything down. "Could I buy you a drink?"
“If that’s really what you want to do. And do you think I sound like a screaming goat? Be honest.” Ean smiles slightly.
"…You pull it off." He said, going to get the bartender's attention again. "What's your poison, man?"