#( had to throw in a bit of dramatic irony for funsies

[kckflips]

　　　the live had gone well, all things considered. the act before them did an impromptu encore that squeezed their set list down to two and a half songs, and the crowd seemed more impressed by the novelty of watching some tall, skinny white guys ( well. two tall, skinny white guys. mick would balk at being referred to as white or skinny ) play a small venue like the fuzz than they were with the music itself, but the response, for the most part, had been tepidly enthusiastic.

　　　...they definitely weren't going to get booked there again, were they ?

　　　guitar case slung over his back, sam found himself hankering for a cigarette as he trudged the quiet backstreets of sangenjaya. he shuffled over to a corner 7-eleven and fished a pack out of his back pocket, patting his jacket down with increasing urgency for a lighter. shit - he let jay bum it off of him at the venue and never got it back. sam knocked his head back against the concrete wall and closed his eyes. the universe really had a way of humbling him whenever he was riding a wave of hubris and optimism.

　　　he cracked an eye open when he heard the sliding doors chime, and with clumsy, broken japanese, said to the man leaving the store with a bag of potato chips in his hand: "excuse me - "

　　　well. that was one hurdle cleared. the larger, more pressing obstacle was remembering what the fucking word for lighter was. "um. l...ight ? " he tried. nope. not it. at the man's open confusion, sam lifted his cigarette to his lips and mimed torching it. "light ? lighter ? " he said, in equally clumsy english.　/　@lifesliced