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hamletthedane · 2 years ago
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joining the war on freezing, overly air-conditioned office spaces
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neilasupplies · 3 years ago
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Why Do Quality and Style Matter When Buying Casual Clothes?
When it comes to clothing buying, there are several aspects to consider. Fit, style, and brand are all important considerations. Checking for high-quality casual clothes for men and women is something that many people overlook or are at least unaware of.
When purchasing apparel, quality takes precedence over all other considerations because the actual worth of the garment doesn’t exist without it. Though high-quality clothing typically comes at a greater price, quality is a critical consideration when choosing what to wear.
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Quality is essential first and foremost since it makes wearing clothing more pleasant. Well-made clothing feels better, and merely knowing that one's clothes are of good quality may boost one's confidence.
The enthusiasm that goes with wearing a good garment, for example, can be spilled over into a person's demeanor. As a result, wearing the shirt becomes more enjoyable.
Appreciate Fabric Selection
Natural fibers are always better than synthetics, according to conventional wisdom. Cotton is inherently breathable, warm during the winter, and cooler during the summers, and depending on how it's woven, it may be hard-wearing. Wool is quite insulating for its weight.
Because of this reason, natural fibers are often linked with quality casual clothes for men and women. But, like the notion that manufactured synthetics are usually uncomfortable, hot, and cheap.
Natural fibers are generally more comfortable to wear and care for, but with today's superior textile technologies, several of the latest manufactured fibers exceed cotton clothing in terms of safety.
What Is the Definition of Smart Casual?
Smart casual is a clothing style that is somewhat less formal than business attire or professionalism. It consists of well-fitting, tidy, and suitable items. On the other hand, smart casual is considerably more polished and put-together than off-hours attire and eliminates products that are too casual or loose-fitting.
The word "smart casual" has developed through the years to its most prevalent meaning today, with its origins dating way back to the 1920s. Nowadays, you can easily buy exclusive work dresses online.
Why Do You Need Quality Casual Clothing?
It is not necessary to have social duties to feel good about your looks. You can dress up just because it makes you happy to look beautiful. The circumstances when you put a lot of thought into buying exclusive work dresses online.
In the best case, you're dressed for both of these purposes: To improve your self-esteem and to appear suitable.
Even yet, determining what is suitable might be difficult. The dress code may be inferred, and even when it is stated, the language might be difficult to comprehend.
An invitation might have the following mentions:
Casual: You are not required to dress up. Shoes, trousers, and T-shirts are all permitted, if not encouraged.
Dressy casual: You must dress up a little, but not too much. Wearing finger shoes, a fancier blouse, or trousers which aren't blue jeans is frequently all it takes.
Business Attire: Dress as though you were going to a client meeting. There is a lot of variety within this group. A suit, a knee-length dress, or a jacket and khaki pants are all possibilities. It does, however, rule out jeans and boots.
Cocktail: You must dress up a lot more than you do daily. Separates of satin, silk, or velvet are a good choice.
Black Tie: You can wear an exquisite outfit, such as a long skirt, fancy cocktail dress, or tuxedo.
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munsonsduchess · 4 years ago
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So. I re watched The Magnificent Seven again because I’m at home self isolating until my housemates covid test comes back in a couple days so I made some notes. Presented below as I watched the film … again
Teddy looks like he wants to say something to encourage Matthew not to speak but like he just can’t find the courage to speak up
Everyone turning to stare at Sam as he rides through the town. Like they aren’t used to seeing a man of colour make something of himself.
The bartender who tells Sam they don’t serve ‘that kind’ as a direct insulation that they don’t serve Sam’s kind. Which could have just been because Sam is a lawman and the barman is an outlaw but could also be more than that
Faraday isn’t as stupid as he looks. He knows exactly who Dan is and what Sam’s purpose was. He could tell something was happening and was ready in seconds with a gun drawn to help Sam.
He sticks around after everyone runs out because he knows Sam’s occupation and seems to want to know more.
Emma has obviously been searching for someone who could help for a long time. Teddy stopping her from talking to Sam and her acceptance seems to imply that they’ve spoken to people before but that no one has taken them seriously. Maybe because Emma is a woman
Emma is clearly ready to offer up anything she can to find ‘righteousness’. It also seems like she’s more than ready for a fight.
Sam had decided upon hearing Bouge’s name that he would take the job and then when Emma shared her convictions he knew he could pass off his intentions as unselfish if anyone asked
Faraday cheats at cards and is scared of the dark confirmed. He’s also clever enough to use his wits to get out of a situation when he’s seemingly at the mercy of two other men
Faraday has issues around killing people. He clearly shows remorse for his actions. He doesn’t seem to like violence but he’ll use it to get what he wants if he needs to
Does Faraday know who Joan of Arc is?
He’s also apparently willing to throw his life away for strangers
Emma is not here for your shit
Teddy is a good boy and he’s here to help his friend on her vengeance quest as all good friends should
Vasquez wants Sam to know that he’s not the type of man who kills in cold blood. He uses Emma as leverage because a white woman’s death will look worse for Sam
Sam offers to tear up the warrant to get Vas on his side but I have the feeling he would have done it anyway
Vas taking a minute to decide and figuring if he works with Sam there’s a possibility of him going free and not having to run anymore
GOODY! That hip swagger
“That’s ok son you just pay me double” Goody is a respected member of the community and his reputation proceeds him so there is a level of fear there at offending him or anyone associated with him
Faraday is clearly interested to see how people react to or behave around Goody. To see how the man stacks up to the story
Goody very interested in who Faraday and Teddy are and what they have to say. Putting them off their game by speaking in the middle of the saloon while he’s getting a shave
“I keep him employed and he keeps me on the level” clearly Billy has been helping Goody with his demons far beyond what we see later
Goody and Sam being friends warms my heart
That good old southern breeding. Goody can’t resist being charming
“Ain’t no such thing as a Texican” that’s one hell of a loaded statement right there
“This is not going to end well” couldn’t have said it better myself Goody
The Famous Pigeon Brothers who weren’t famous for very long
“I believe that bear was wearing peoples clothes” Joshua the man was snuck up on in the dead of night, had a boulder smashed over his head and has been tracking the culprits for two days. I don’t think you’d be in your right mind either
“Don’t call the alligator big mouth till you cross the river” Goody just has all the best advice
IT’S MY BOY!
There’s obviously something Faraday is trying to drown in all that whiskey and Teddy knows it which is obviously why he tells Faraday to keep it
Emma doesn’t trust Farday at all
Goody knows what’s up although he’s not one to talk about the battle behind him
MY SON! HE’S SO PRETTY I WANT TO CRY
Sam giving Vas the gun so he’s less threatening to Red. Same way he left his gun outside when they went after Vas
I love that Martin cut his hair off to be historically accurate but damn what I wouldn’t have given for a long haired Red in this movie
Peace offering or trolling? Both? Both.
“Yeah ok I trust you now”
Can I also say I love how Martin learnt to ride bareback for the historical accuracy? Like historical accuracy is my jam. Now I just wonder how accurate the costumes are
“Oh good it’s a black man and an Asian man quickly call your children inside for who knows what havoc they might bring”
I do love how the racism is never as overt as someone using a slur but it’s always there just under the surface
“Manservant? Really?”
Did they practice how they were going to come into town and look imposing or do they all just instinctively know how to pose? I know Goody does anyway
I cannot keep a straight face when Farday calls himself the worlds greatest lover
Sam has no time for these Blackstone men and I am here for it
Sam’s horse is just called Horse
Goody having PTSD flashbacks before the shooting even starts since he’s clearly triggered by just the situation
A western staple where the bad guys always miss and the good guys never do
At times like this Mal Reynolds comes to me speaking words of wisdom “shoot the man not the horse, a dead horse is cover, a live horse is a whole lot of panic”
Faraday and Vas being very gay and poor confused Red like “tie him up what?”
“Lincoln like the president” and goody just “oh damn”
Someone please give Emma a better shirt. She’s gonna spill out of that one
“Seems I was the only one with balls enough to do so” damn right you were
Emma just breaking down when there’s no one around to see her use she has to be strong
“Fame is a sarcophagus” “what’s a syllable?”
TABLE MANNERS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD TABLE MANNERS
Goodbye to the working girls the town isn’t the same without them
Emma has a better shirt! She still looks like she’s gonna spill out though
Shooting lessons with Goody and Faraday
“The way of northern aggression”
Billy’s class just running away because he’s way too good
“Make me some eggs”
“GET SOME GRAVEL IN YOUR CRAW!”
Faraday trying to goad Goody into proving himself. Sam’s wariness and Goody turning around and showing Faraday just why he got the title he did despite the reasons why he doesn’t pick up a rifle anymore
Do any of them know what Jack is talking about?
“So far so good”
We’re to assume it’s Goody picking off Bouge’s men at the mine since he’s the only one who could make those sorts of shots which means Sam has talked him into doing it even though he’s seen what happened to Goody during the initial fight
“I’ve always wanted to blow something up”
The look on the faces of the people who live in town as the miners come through. They’ve always lived separately from these men and now they’re forced to look at their faces and see just how they’ve all been living
Sam putting the dynamite in the hotel like it’s no big deal
Poor Peter Skarsgard. He’s the bad guy or the poor Dad in a horror movie while his dad is spooning Colin Firth on a boat in Greece
“I worked for my money. I wasn’t given a million dollar loan. I’m a good guy”
Emma can shoot just fine. She does not need you Faraday
“I had a father thank you” “I didn’t” proceeds to show off as if to prove himself
“They say the nightmares never go away” no they really don’t ask Goody
“Avenge me!” Yeah faraday it’s not that hard
“I am to fight” “it comes to that and we’re all dead” excuse you Sam but Emma is the one who brought you here and she’s the one who’s been raring for the fight since the beginning but sure put her with the women and children
I’m also so mad they cut out of the scene of Vas and the school teachers kid talking
“I have three Maria’s!”
I’m afraid of owls too goody you aren’t alone
TABLE MANNERS FOR THE LOVE OF GOD
How long had Bouge been in Rose Creek and making the residents live in fear? That it had to be the seven who were able to show them how to live their life again
Those loose white shirts though 👌🏼
Squinting into the sun as the realisation dawns
Sam knows Goody better than Goody knows himself and Goody knows Sam better than Sam knows himself
Sam doing his best to help his friend with his PTSD but Goody just can’t
“It looks like he’s started to drink” that’s because Goody was his friend his best friend and there are untold emotions and god knows what else between them and now that man had left but not just that but left him behind is torturous
“I’m hungry” You little shit!” Red Harvest. Professional Troll
Sam seeking refuge in what’s left of the church. Feeling the proverbial noose tightening as he clutches at his neck
Emma reminding us what this whole endeavour is for. How it all started. How it’s going to end
Bouge sitting back because he’s sure his hired men will be enough. He’s never faced opposition before so he’s confident he still won’t. Or at least that his money will solve all his problems
Also if Red only wears his war paint for special occasions and if he was tracking the group prior to joining them does that mean he put his war paint on specifically to talk to Sam
Another man in Goody’s spot in the bell tower because presumably he’s the second best shot with a rifle or the only other person they could trust up there
A+ use of Fox holes though
Jack reciting his prayers as he goes absolutely feral
Faraday’s happy little smile when he finally gets to blow something up
Jack trying to help as many men as he can, men who are fathers, husbands, good honest men
Bouge who doesn’t seem to care one ounce that the people in the village are being slaughtered and bringing the battling gun out just for extra overkill
“You ok güero?” “So far so good”
“We still have men there sir” proof that Bouge does not care one single ounce for human life that isn’t his own
That rebel yell
“The devils breath” I can only imagine how a Gatling gun got that name especially from a war vet who’s likely seen countless friends allies and enemies alike be blown down by this devil
Faraday being concerned for the children even though he’s injured himself
Jack protecting Teddy at the cost of his own life. Defiant of Denali to the end But accepting his death with a sigh believing in his faith that he’ll be rewarded in heaven and reunited with his family
“I knew you’d be back” Billy has so much faith in Goodnight and I’m gonna cry
Emma with an empty gun putting herself in front of an injured man between the injured man and Denali
Denali ain’t shit!
“You’re a disgrace”
“My daddy used to say a lot of things” these two I cannot cope
“I might need a new vest” Faraday you reckless idiot
“Hit the steeple”
“I got him!” “Oh Goody” I’m not crying you’re crying
I know there’s a lot of talk about Chris Pratt being the worst Chris but he was so good in this movie I swear. Which yeah I know doesn’t change anything but when you see him playing Faraday in that last scene where it’s all down to him. I can’t
“I’ve always been lucky with one eyed jacks”
Nope definitely not crying. Not me
Bouge’s complete disregard for human life as he surveys the town
Bouge V Sam
“If god didn’t want them sheered he wouldn’t have made them sheep” says a man who feels no remorse at all for the blood on his hands
This time it’s Bouge who’s going to feel the noose tighten and I am here for the cinematic drama of it all
God won’t save you now Bouge. Run into the church you like. It’s not going to help
“Ask for forgiveness” The reveal of the rope mark. What Sam has been doing in Rose Creek this whole time. Why he took the job at the mention of Bouge’s name
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thephantomofthe-internet · 5 years ago
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A Kiss from the Afterlife
Rocker!Billy Hargrove x Holloway!Reader
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Word Count: 3,989
Warnings: death mention!, alcohol, swearing, angst
Author’s note: I haven’t written in awhile, hope you guys still like me and my stuff, I like this story a lot personally
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The assignment was clear. It was stupid, but it was clear. A fluff piece for the Indianapolis Tribune, reviewing local Indiana bands for state pride or some shit. It felt totally out of your element. You should be reviewing the latest new wave flash in the pan or whatever Michael Jackson single had been dropped and hit high enough on the top one hundred to pay attention to, which was almost every single. Much more important work than some garage bands going to open mic nights on the weekend and would break up in a month over a girl who everyone else would call their Yoko Ono.
This wasn’t worth your time.
But what Chris said go. Chris, your editor, was working under the assumption that fluff pieces about local work get more local readers. A sort of self-flagellation for a crappy state. So, you did as little research as possible to find three up and coming acts from around greater Indianapolis, finding three of the most boring seeming hair metal bands that might get successful, and found gigs to watch.
You promised yourself that you weren’t going farther than Gary, but Chris insisted on you going down to Carmel, apparently the band there was really popular and missing them would get too many letters to the editor. You begrudgingly agreed, but only because Carmel was just far enough from Hawkins to keep your mind at bay. You found solace knowing that the band would probably be the worst. Amateur bands with really good names always failed, it was the rule. Good bands got good names later.
And Crown of Thorns was a really good band name.
You’d found a slew of fans to interview in Carmel, according to them they were like Guns n’ Roses had a baby with Madonna’s Like a Prayer video-all religious imagery and hard rock sensibility. Sounded too good to be true. No garage band was that good. You wondered what they actually liked. Usually, the intense fans were either friends with or fucking the band members; groupies don’t just appear they start as girlfriends and boyfriends and buddies from high school looking for free booze. You don’t how many ex-girlfriends, boyfriends, and friends you’d talk to for your interviews for the dumb piece.
You wondered how many ex-girlfriends you’d interviewed for the preamble for Crown of Thorns. All their fans seemed to be women, at least the ones who wanted to be interviewed were. It was strange, usually there was a couple beer bros wandering around looking to talk about how some band so fucking awesome or whatever.
Still, you didn’t bother to question it. There was one perk of this assignment and that was not having to work the awful nine to five in stuffy professional attire. Well worn jeans and a baggy tee shirt beat blazers and heels any day of the damn week. You wandered into the venue late that night, the bar called The Muddy Duck which looked as terrible as its name was; you made a note to describe the place as kindly as you could.
The bar was dim and awful. It stunk of beer spilled hours ago and puke. So much puke. The place smelt so bad you wondered if they filled the walls with the stuff instead of insulation. The floor was sticky under your boots and people kept bumping against you. The band hadn’t even come onstage and someone had already spilt a drink on you, sticky liquid trailing down your back and making your skin crawling involuntarily. Some sloppy girl muttered “Sorry…” dropping her sugar crusted martini glass on the counter before stumbling off. You pulled the drenched material off your back before pushing your way to the front. The crappy lights above the milk crates the place was calling a stage had flashed on and the entire room fell into a hush. You pulled out your notepad, jabbing your pencil behind your ear.
Three hulking men took the stage, each scruffier than the last, most hunched over with their instruments strung around their backs; bass guitar and guitar and drumsticks shoved as far away from their person as possible. They all looked as if they didn’t want to be seen, you wrote that down, noting their homemade band merchandise and stringy unkempt hair.
Then, the crowd cheered. The forth member was climbing the steps, fluffy mullet bouncing with each of his steps. He turned to the audience, throwing up the horns in a dramatic pose, hands held in a ‘v’ over his head and head tipped back up at the ceiling. The ring of feminine screams washed over your ears, causing you to throw your hands over your ears, trying to save your ear drums from their squeals.
An elbow jabbed into your ribs, bringing your attention to a spiky looking Siouxie Sioux knockoff who was smirking down at you “If you can’t handle that, you aren’t going to be able to handle this show.” She said, her voice carrying over the sound of the crowd.
“Thanks for the tip.” You called back, writing down the quote, making a note to find her before you left, to get one good interview out of this mess.
The drummer had taken his seat, the guitarists pulling their instruments to the front of them. The singer took the microphone in his hands like it was his lover, his eyes scanning the scene. They met yours for the briefest of moments and recognition hit you like a freight train.
Billy god damn Hargrove. You wanted to die.
Of course you had to interview Hargrove. Of course he had his own shitty hair metal band even though it was 19 god damn 91 and hair metal was dying off like flies on fly paper. Of course he was trying to fuck the audience with his eyes. You prayed he didn’t recognize you. You prayed you could get through this interview without any spill ups. You just wanted to disappear from Hawkins bullshit and the people who made it awful. Billy Hargrove made it awful.
Billy Hargrove destroyed your family.
Heather was your little sister, your bratty baby sister who stole your clothes and destroyed your makeup and followed you around helplessly. She was your stuck up, immature, callus, popularity obsessed sister. She was a kid. You left Hawkins to go to college, to get away from your fighting parents and your mother’s slow descent into alcoholism. You went into journalism because it was the only thing you could relate to your father about and you wanted that praise. You stayed away from your family when you could, the mess growing too big for you to tackle. You tried to keep up with Heather, but she didn’t want check in from her older sister. She was too old for a babysitter, to be babied by her older sibling. She stopped answering your calls, so you stopped calling.
And then, she was gone. They were gone. Lost to some stupid fire in a stupid mall. Your whole family, just gone. There were a handful of survivors, and you didn’t blame them, but in your heart one person shouldn’t have been saved. And that was Hargrove. Why did the universe save a philandering womanizer with a penchant for bullying get to live when your baby sister had to die? How was that fair? If you’d ever fully believed in God, you lost your faith in them the day you found out about your sister.
And you never forgave Hawkins. You turned your back on the place, sold your family home and the newspaper, packed up what was important and gave the rest to Goodwill. Life wasn’t in Hawkins anymore, it was anywhere else. Indianapolis didn’t feel far enough yet, but it held a decent paying job and a life away from what hurt you.  A small change did more than enough to feel free of the ghosts chasing you from a joint grave plot.
The intro to their first song blared from the lead guitarist’s amp, filling the room with screeching metallic notes, far too fast to be the start of a song. You waited for the crash of cymbals or the mellow sound of the bass or even a note from Hargrove. The song opened with a minute long solo. You absolutely hated that, it stunk of the seventies psychedelic rock your older cousins would blast in the basement during Christmas parties, all claiming to be Satanists and against the holiday until their parents let them each have a beer. The sound left a sour taste in your mouth.
What didn’t help was the pure, wordless wail Hargrove let out as the guitar cut out. The audience was deathly silent, on the edge of their seats waiting for something. What it was, you weren’t sure, but you watched his hands as he adjusted his grip and pulled himself in close, his lips almost touching its centre, his icy blue eyes lowering to meet the gaze of the room again.
“I watched the blood pour from your eyes…” he crooned out, his eyelashes fluttering as if he’d sung something romantic. His voice wasn’t strong, but the way he held the microphone. There was a phrase for it; a term…it was on the tip of your tongue. It found you by the end of the song, which seemed to solely about watching the one you love fall out of love with you, which dark imagery.
As the room applauded, you found your mind again, his stupid stare and the way he held the audience in the palm of his hand. Frank Sinatra syndrome. You might have made up the term, but it made too much sense. Sinatra was a dreamboat in the forties and an emotional singer who owned a room and the hearts of his fan base, a majority of which were women. It said that in the cramped, warm venues of his early career of the late twenties and early thirties that you could smell the pheromones coming off the girls in the room. It seemed Billy Hargrove had found a way to do the same. He had the whole room wrapped around his little finger.
Now it made sense why you’d only been able to find women who were interested in the band, no straight man would ever be interested in them. And no gay man would get caught by reporters looking for a story, too dangerous. Now it made sense why the bar was so shit and the girls here were so hot-straight girls would go anywhere for a peak at a hottie like Hargrove, you remembered how the girls chased him in high school, how desperate they were for just a peak at him in his gym clothes or shirtless at the pool.
Billy Hargrove still had a way with the girls.
They managed four more songs, only one a cover, which impressed you a fair bit. The amount of kids you’d listen to play AC/DC and Metallica and Motley Crue in the week alone was enough to make you hate any song with an electric guitar in it. Hearing original songs, albeit trite drivel about love and losing girls and sex under God’s eye, was almost a breath of fresh air. Almost. If it hadn’t been Hargrove, it would’ve been completely worth the trip down.
But you had to deal with Hargrove.
His performance ended and the crowd erupted into uproarious applause as the group shuffled off the stage, save Hargrove who jumped off the front of the stage, landing directly in front of you.
“You the chick from the Indianapolis Tribune?” he asked, looking you over with a lazy look, half-hearted in both its intention and its purpose.
You tucked your pencil behind your ear, looking at him in pure annoyance “You see anyone else taking notes?” you asked. Billy chuckled drily, running a hand through his sweaty looking hair, pulling a black hair elastic off his right wrist, right above the black leather cuff he had on both his wrists, and pulling his tangled curls off the back of his neck.
“The boys are at the bar, come over when you want an actual interview instead of bitching.” He replied shortly, stalking off as a small hoard of girls followed behind him. He already had groupies. Oh my fucking god.
You took a deep breath, swallowed your pride, and walked over to the bar, ordering yourself a beer before pulling up a stool. Billy smirked slightly as he saw you turn to the group. He slung an arm over a girl in a tight leather skirt, causing the other girls to walk off; apparently, Hargrove had made his choice for the night and the other girls accepted it without verbal complaint to him.
“Guys, this is the chick from the newspaper.” He grabbed his brown bottle off the sticky rail and pulled it to his lips, taking a long sip, his eyes never leaving you.
“Hi, Y/N Holloway, I just have a couple of questions for you guys and then I’ll get out of your way.” You smiled. You watched out of the corner of your eye as your last name caused recognition flashed in his baby blues. In that moment, he knew you. Well, he knew your family. And he became a wallflower. You asked your simple questions, which were mostly about how they met and what their goals were, which the drummer declared to be ‘world domination’ while elbowing Billy in the abs, as if he would’ve laughed. He didn’t. In fact he didn’t speak at all; he just sort of stared at you, mouth open just a little, just enough to show the shock he felt. That was a confidence boost, knowing you could still shock.
You finished the interview with a sweet smile, tucking your notepad into your heavy black bag and hopped off your stool, grabbing your beer as you went. “Alright, best of look boys, see you in the papers.” You said with a wave, walking into the crowd. You had to find that spiky goth, she seemed to know more than anyone else in that room.
You found her in the corner of the room at a tiny table, fingers laced with a tiny mousy looking girl with short ash brown hair and a lazy looking smile. When you walked up, she dropped her hand out of the spiky girl’s, who simply smiled at you.
“What’s up, Holloway?” she asked, turning to fully look at you.
You furrowed your brow “You know me?”
She chuckled “Fellow Hawkins escapees don’t show up so close to hell that often, although I know you don’t recognize me. Samantha Baker.” She held out her hand for you to shake. After hearing her name, you did recognize her as the school’s only sullen goth.  
“Hey,” you shook her hand, turning to address the little mouse. She seemed oddly familiar “Aren’t you Neil Buckley’s little sister? Robin right?” you asked with a grin. Neil Buckley was your first boyfriend; you spent most of your afternoons in freshman year at his house. Robin nodded, choosing to pull the cherry off her mixed drink and popped it in her mouth, pulling the red stem off and knotted it with fingers.
You turned your attention back to Samantha with a genuine grin “Look, I’m here doing a piece on local bands, specifically Hargrove’s group. You seem to know a bit about these crowds, can I get a couple quotes from you?” you asked, pulling your pad from your back pocket.
“Grab a seat, I’ll tell you anything you want.” Samantha chuckled once again.
“Sammy, what’s she want?” a strong, angry voice asked from behind you as you pulled out the high stool. You knew it was Hargrove, but you didn’t turn around.
“A couple quotes about the crazy girls who stalk you around.” She replied “You care?”
“I wanna listen and make sure you don’t say shit about me.” He muttered, grabbing an empty chair from a nearby table and pulling it close to yours. The blonde he’d been with before was gone now, to your surprise, and he was pouting in the chair next to you.
“The only thing I have to say about you is that you don’t write your own music.” Samantha replied with a shrug that made Robin roll her eyes.
“Who does?” you asked, pulling your pencil out from behind your ear.
Samantha’s chest puffed out proudly “I do. I’m their lyricist and composer.” You jotted that down fast, making a mental note to credit her for anything you liked in their music.
“Why don’t you just perform this stuff yourself then? There’s an open market for angry, gothic girl rock, much wider than the boy’s market.” You asked.
“Yeah, I can’t do what Hargrove can do to a crowd.” Samantha replied, watching as Hargrove puffed up with pride again.
“Specifically to the girls, that man can turn even the most devoted wife or girlfriend to cheat on their husbands.” Robin added with a smirk. There was clearly a story there, but you didn’t try to pull it out of them, letting sit on the surface of their knowing smiles.
“You gotta understand, these girls-they aren’t here for the music, they’re here for him. They can’t get enough.” Samantha explained, smacking him in the chest as she gestured to him. Samantha might have had too many drinks.
“So it’s just like high school again?” you chuckled, leaning your elbows on the table. You smiled at him, against your initial thinking. Sure, he was still a cocky fuck, but he wasn’t being an absolute ass now that he knew who were.
“Except, now all his songs are apologies to like three girls,” Samantha said “Instead of sex songs about whoever he’s with that week.”
You furrowed your brow “And who are these three girls?”
“Oh, that’s easy: the first one is me, his truest love thus far, a gold star lesbian,” Samantha held up fingers as she counted them off “His mom, gone but never forgotten, and Heather Holloway.”
Your mouth went dry as you between the trio. Robin looked to you apologetically as she took the martini glass from her hand. “You’ve had enough, sweetie.” She muttered.
You didn’t feel like you knew what to say, but words came tumbling out of your mouth. “What gives you the right to use my baby sister as your fucking muse? Her death isn’t something to write fucking songs about.” You snapped. Your whole body felt like it was vibrating, you were so upset.
“I didn’t know you didn’t-Hargrove you told me that she knew that she was the only one who knew.” Samantha sobered up fast, looking at Hargrove with blown out brown eyes.
“Of course you’re still a liar, Hargrove.” You scoffed, pushing yourself off the stool. You were done with this interview, screw this town and the band and any of the other ‘Hawkins escapees’ out there looking to market off your family’s pain. You pushed your way out of the awful bar and into the dark night. It had begun to rain and the air was humid. Well, there goes your hair, the rain and humidity would ruin it. You crossed your arms over your chest, protecting your bare skin from the cold rain giving you goose bumps.
“Y/N, wait a second, alright?” You turned to see Hargrove running up behind you. You wiped your face, ready to blame rain for your running mascara.
“What do you have to say now?” you bit out, slicking your wet hair back from your face.
“Look I thought Heather had told you…” he muttered.
“How the hell was she supposed to tell me about your band? She’s fucking dead.” You wiped your nose angrily, rolling your eyes at your own tears.
“No, not about the band, about…us.” He tried again and you raised an eyebrow at him. Billy sighed, his hand coming to rub the back of his neck. He looked away from you into the dark streets. There wasn’t a cab in sight. “I loved your sister. We were…seeing each other. Sort of. We weren’t official, but we were going to be. I was gonna ask her and then so much shit went down, you don’t even know the half of it. And then…she was gone.”
You didn’t know that. Heather hadn’t told you any of that. You wondered if it was in the diary from that summer. You had all her diaries bundled together in your apartment, you’d never read them; it felt too invasive to her privacy, even from beyond the grave.
“I lost my whole family, I lost my baby sister…” you muttered to yourself, unsure what else to say.
“I know and I’m sorry. But I lost her too.” Billy replied, placing firm hands on your shoulders, forcing you to look at him. For the first time, he looked like a man, not a teenage boy imitating adulthood. He looked strong and as if he knew who he was. He looked handsome, although that be the beer and raw emotion talking.
“I’m sorry…I didn’t know.” You muttered “You must miss her…”
“Yeah, sometimes…when something reminds me of her.” He replied “Like you, you remind me so much of her. Can I show you one song? It’s the one that means the most to me.” You nodded at his request and let him drag you back into the bar. He put you near the front of the stage and grabbed his guitarist, taking the microphone back into his hands.
“Hey, sorry everyone, I’m gonna do one last song. We’ve got a reporter here from the Indiana Tribune, gotta show off our best stuff, ya know?” the audience laughed at his week attempt at a joke as his bassist brought up two chairs for Billy and the guitar guy, whose name you’d forgotten.
The song itself was sweet enough, about a girl with big doe eyes and hair that always smelt like chlorine. It was totally your sister; if they’d played that first you would’ve been just as furious as you were outside, except you wouldn’t have finished the interview. This time around, you listened. You smiled at the line about her lavender perfume and how it was so strong it made you dizzy and held your breath at every chorus as he wailed “You’re all gone, you’re all gone…” with his hands holding the microphone for death life. It didn’t feel like a love song, but a dirge to a long gone muse, never forgotten and screaming from the depths of one’s soul, begging to be remembered, to be put into art. You never liked to think about your sister that way, but deep within your heart you knew this was how she wanted to be remembered. She wanted to be a model, a soap star and spokesperson. She wanted to be remembered for her beauty, to be admired. Being the muse of a budding artist would be good enough for her, she would’ve loved that.
You clapped when it was done. You let Billy pull you away from the crowd. You let him kiss you like he would’ve your sister, the lingering smell of lavender and vanilla on your skin a reminder to both of you of her. You let him hold you. It was nice to be held. It was nice for him to get to say goodbye.
You knew you looked strange to the groupies and bar goers, but he needed this. And in a way, so did you. You held him like he was your father, like you were hugging him for the last time. You didn’t like that your mind associated the two men, but you let it. You both said goodbye to your ghosts.
And were left with strangers in their places.  
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