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MOODBOARD #87 ;; PAMELA SWYNFORD DE BEAUFORT  / VAMPIRE                                                         BARBIE

pam’s on his shoulders.  pam’s always on his shoulders!  pam’s place, after his hardest songs, is pretty much  --  by default  --  On His Shoulders.  having one arm out of the equation doesn’t buckle his ability to hoist her up and carry her out of the audience, or to roll her into his elbow when he sets her back down on top of his amp behind the curtain;  the rest of the party’s gonna come flooding backstage any second, now, he knows, and they’re gonna come with more weed and coke and scantily clad girls than  anyone’d  care to handle.

they’ve got a minute, though, just him and her, to themselves.  gren moves quiet and gren moves quick.  crushes her to his chest in a hug.  rocks her.

   “ now  -  don’t overdo it, kid. ”

grendel, chin on her shoulder, reaching around her hip.  pamela, withholding his last good pick from him.  his bloody, calloused fingers, and the smile on his face  --  she’s a shithead when she’s had a few, and when he’s had a few, himself, he loves that on her.  she’s not the only girl he lets backstage, but she’s probably one of the only ones he considers a friend.  saved his ass more than once, she did.  always feels like he owes her one.

at least, y’know, when she ain’t pulling crap like  this.

   “ PAMMY, FUCKSAKE! ”

last resort, last resort!  his arm wraps tight around her middle and he HAULS her up over his shoulder, narrowly evading a kicking leg  --  spinning with her, twice, before collapsing with her onto that shitty old couch in a cloud of dust.