Christian can't help but bounce from one side of the stage to the other, greeting the crazy ass girls that have been following his quiet career for years, not to mention the bar regulars that keep insisting he play regularly. He likes Portland, it's a good town, with good people. He'll have to remember to thank Jenny sometime for talking him into coming here.
Finally he extricates himself from the crowd, at least a little. Enough to sidle up to the bar, anyway, but before he can order anything, the bartender plunks a cold one down in front of him. Now, he always gets a drink when he gets off stage, but he usually starts with whiskey.
"Courtesy of blondie down there," the bartender says.
Chris looks down the bar, expecting one of the busty girls from the front row maybe, or that crazy bitch that shows up without fail and keeps trying to give him things. Instead he finds a man staring at him almost intently, blue eyes expectant. Once their eyes meet, the guy raises a glass, a single of something, in toast and smiles.
For just a moment there's something... The way the lights hit his hair. The way his eyes sparkle, like off the water. The slightest curve of his lips... It's all so familiar, like a ray of summer sunshine.
And then the moment passes, the crowd pressing in to the bar for the next round, and Chris can't see him anymore. When the crowd shifts again, the guy is gone.
"Well," Chris mumbles to himself as he takes a sip of beer. "That's a first..."
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Date: 2010-02-14 06:10 am (UTC)Finally he extricates himself from the crowd, at least a little. Enough to sidle up to the bar, anyway, but before he can order anything, the bartender plunks a cold one down in front of him. Now, he always gets a drink when he gets off stage, but he usually starts with whiskey.
"Courtesy of blondie down there," the bartender says.
Chris looks down the bar, expecting one of the busty girls from the front row maybe, or that crazy bitch that shows up without fail and keeps trying to give him things. Instead he finds a man staring at him almost intently, blue eyes expectant. Once their eyes meet, the guy raises a glass, a single of something, in toast and smiles.
For just a moment there's something... The way the lights hit his hair. The way his eyes sparkle, like off the water. The slightest curve of his lips... It's all so familiar, like a ray of summer sunshine.
And then the moment passes, the crowd pressing in to the bar for the next round, and Chris can't see him anymore. When the crowd shifts again, the guy is gone.
"Well," Chris mumbles to himself as he takes a sip of beer. "That's a first..."