--(nox&dave) and everyone's looking for relief

[MIRA CITALIX SANTIAGO]

In Mira’s hand there was a small bottle of Jack Daniels that hadn’t been open. After her New York vacation she had gone BACK to being straight edge for the second time. A big part of her wanted to keep her word, it seemed like things completely went to shit when she broke her straight edge vows… and she didn’t like hangovers. Another bit of it was she was too distracted to want to seriously weight out the pros and cons of drinking. It was late and she was walking down a stretch of road with various, closed, businesses with Nox and Dave. As if that wasn’t confusing enough it had actually been her and Dave’s idea to meet up and do something-- Nox had been invited later. To top it off Mira had told Benji, her boyfriend, that she’d be ‘with the chicks’ (her words exactly) instead of the truth: She was planning on doing something big and dumb with the person who ranked second third on her list of most hated people on tour and her friend the last person she got in to it with. Therefore, instead of focusing on getting liquid courage to do whatever it is they were planning on doing, her mind was repeating three words to her: what. the. hell.

“Alright,” she muttered, glancing at her companions. “What exactly did you have in mind? We have to make sure Dave makes curfew. Wouldn’t want his wife to make him sleep on the couch tonight.” Mira couldn’t help but take a jab at him, referring back to the argument they had earlier. It was stupid, thinking back on it. She had gone backstage after a set to grab something or other and there he was, alone and minding his own business. For her to not attack him like a rabid spider monkey was easier than most people would think. When she came back from seeing her family she decided that she wouldn’t let the David’s and the Jayde’s of the tour ruin things for her. Of course, because she was deciding to turn the other cheek, Dave started some shit up with her about Nox the second she returned to the tour. After threatening him with legal action there had been no interaction between them at all. And then there they were.

Basically they had gone back and forth about how their significant others (or in Dave’s case, his fuck buddy) had watered them down. Mira wasn’t the scrappy ‘pitbull’ that was also quick to run out and have the silliest amount of fun with whoever wanted it (and whatever happened to her dinosuit?). Meanwhile Dave, who once was the single most predatory and sleaziest of the men on the tour had now become an errand boy for a some chick and her friend. To make matters worse he claimed it was for sex, booze and drugs. Mira almost snorted with laughter when she reminded him he could get those for free without being someones “bitch”. Words and insults were tossed back and forth and then it was decided. They’d show the other that they weren’t lamed due to their current relationship status.

Now look at them.

Her eyes cut to the side again, this time taking a look at Nox, who she hadn’t really said much to in the travels. Mira had remembered their parting before her trip, words being said that could easily be used to end a friendship. It wasn’t what she wanted, not by any means-- but it was starting to look impossible with David Harlem constantly being a source of differences. “Hey Nox… Did you friend tell you he sent me a welcome back text the other day? Yeah. Something about me being a bitch and I need tougher skin?”

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lyrics: you're crashing but you're no wave by fallout boy
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[LENNOX COLE MADDEN]

“Alright,” she muttered, glancing at her companions. “What exactly did you have in mind? We have to make sure Dave makes curfew. Wouldn’t want his wife to make him sleep on the couch tonight.” Mira chuckled, laughing at her own comment. Nox looked away, but he too snorted a small chuckle. Jayde was rather possessive..and Dave seemed to like it, at least a little.

Now the three of them stood there staring at the petshop. Nox was probably there one, to make sure Mira and Dave didn't kill eachother, and two because as much as he loved them both neither of them could be trusted in a place like this...with this motive. He reached into their rental car and pulled the crow-bar from the backseat, a bag of dog treats that he wedged between his jeans and his belt and a container of cat treats, looped a leash around his arm and nodded. "In and out." he grinned. "That's the goal.Get in, Snap open the cages, get out the creatures and get ourselves AND eachother out." Mira hadn't said much to him after their little arguement back on his bus. And though he felt bad for contributing to a time when she was feeling awful, he didn't feel like an apology would help much. Especially when he didn't feel like he did anything wrong. Maybe with just some time she'd get over it and they could pretend it never happened.. Dave and him, hadn't spent much time around eachother either. With Dave and Jayde causing mischeif of their own, Nox hadn't been needed much.Instead he was off getting himself into romantic troubles and trying to back pedal out of the false aspects of each.

Now look at them...the three of them, an unlikely trio standing infront of a building in the middle of the night, ready to bust out animals.She gave him an odd sideways look before finally speaking to him. “Hey Nox… Did you friend tell you he sent me a welcome back text the other day? Yeah. Something about me being a bitch and I need tougher skin?” he rolled his eyes, somewhat annoyed that the first thing she said was meant to make him feel bad.."I needed somebody to talk to, considering you left. He tried defending me..Like any friend should do." He snapped back, "Though I'm sorry he called you a bitch.."he shot Dave a look and shook his head. "ok. Let's forget it all and get this done." he nodded. "One of us needs to get out earlier to get the car around so we can speed the fuck out of here when the job is done." he added. Trying to form a master plan.

[dave]

David liked to start any evening activity with a warm, healthy buzz. He'd been nursing the contents of a bottle since he'd stepped off his bus, offering it to Nox occasionally. He'd also taken the liberty of rolling a joint before setting off, comprised of Nox's latest provisions. This ingredient to the night he was taking his time with.

He climbed out of the car, drink in hand, similarly armed with leashes and various forms of animal-enticement. The leashes were strung through the belt-loops of the black cloth shorts he wore, with his pockets packed with dog-treats, as well as plastic bags for the goldfish. Mira was already out, conversing with Nox, who was hurrying them both along. Dave came to stand abreast his best friend, tucking back another hit from the joint before offering it to which ever of the two sets of hands would take it.

Mira baited him about something in the area of his 'whipped' status with Jayde. He just rolled his gray eyes skyward, taking a turn at the bottle. "Just because I have a sexual encounter to go back to as opposed to hand-holding and Lifetime Original movies is no reason to get bitter, Elmira." He turned his head to the side, dragging his whiskey-slick lips across the fabric of his shirt.

"In and out," Nox interjected. "That's the goal.Get in, Snap open the cages, get out the creatures and get ourselves AND eachother out."

David nodded, watching Nox assemble himself into a one-man-rover-rescue-squad, decked out to the max to liberate canines, felines and -- hell -- equines, if the store just happened to have any, though David found it doubtful.

Mira wasn't quite ready to invest in the matter at hand, instead putting her attention on drawing lines in the sand. “Hey Nox… Did your friend tell you he sent me a welcome back text the other day? Yeah. Something about me being a bitch and I need tougher skin?”

To his eternal credit, as a man who seemed to want to get into Mira's pants, Nox simply rolled his eyes, turning down the bait. "I needed somebody to talk to, considering you left. He tried defending me..Like any friend should do. Though I'm sorry he called you a bitch.." Here he shot a look at Dave, which the guitarist answered with a wink and a nod as he tipped the contents of the bottle into his mouth again. "Ok. Let's forget it all and get this done.One of us needs to get out earlier to get the car around so we can speed the fuck out of here when the job is done."

The bottle emptied, David deposited it in a trash-can. "Wait, wait," he muttered, glancing up to the two. "I need a piss." He turned around on the nearest car -- that wasn't rented out in Nox's name -- and there was the audible sound of a zipper dropping.

"Hey. Person who dresses like a dinosaur... Are you going to open that bottle or just fondle it all night and fall asleep to SNL?"