#phosphorliights

    sam practically stumbles through the door of the green room. first day of tour and he’s already a hungover and strung out disaster. “kyle     dude. i’ve been fucking look   “ 

    that’s not kyle. sam pulls his sunglasses down a little bit, dark circled and bloodshot eyes peering at this guy. he should know him. he knows he should know him, but no name clicks and the face is vague at best. 

It takes a little longer than he’d like to get across town and up to Angel’s room, even with proper keys and a winning smile. And maybe he starts thinking about scenarios. Like Frankie getting meaner’n usual lately, and the kind of delicate balance it takes to maintain Angel’s sort of work, and how easy things go south.

Look, Rod doesn’t feel things, right? But he’s allowed to be a little worried sometimes, about jobs or assets or friends (who are just friends, really, and that’s fine). He’s got the door actually open before he remembers privacy and tries a lighthearted call.

DEAD COWBOY SON THOUGH

AU WHERE HE STAYED IN A BAND OKAY BANDS TOURING TOGETHER OR RIVAL BANDS I DUNNO

@phosphorliights replied to your post “i wanna do band verse stuff and do plot-heavy stuff in that verse but...”

peter literally used to be a musician i am down sign me up for sin

Look, it’s a nice party. Pretty good, even, when you factor in the liquor and the fact that no one has tried to stab him in a week. Roderick is just a little bit drunk, a little bit bored, a little bit looking for trouble.

Look, they’re friends, and looping an arm around Angel to joke about his costume is just friendly. That fact that he has to pay real good attention to his hands to keep it that way is immaterial.

[text: Don’t Flirt] Can’t do what?