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Charlie Baker [ Artist ]
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red right hand [liam]
« on: October 09, 2019, 12:45:22 AM »
february 2003

”Another drink?”

Charlie glanced down at his glass, at the barely-melted ice and the sliver of amber liquid remaining. He flicked his eyes back up to the waitress. “Yeah, sure.” He bit back the offer for her to join him, just. He was waiting for Liam, and his bassist was due to arrive -- Charlie checked his watch, the one Kate had bought him for his birthday last year because he’d never bothered to buy himself one before that -- ten minutes ago. He shrugged to himself and looked up, about to reconsider his options, but the dark-haired woman had already departed back to the bar, making the decision for him. Probably for the best. Probably.

He finished the last of his whiskey and quietly slammed his glass down on the table at the same time he spotted Liam working his way across the room. He grinned, forgetting he’d been mad at the lack of correspondence over the past few days -- when he’d needed him most -- and stood to greet him with a tight hug. “Happy New Year,” he said jovially -- or as jovially as Charlie could -- not missing the fact they were now in February. It had been that long, thanks to one thing after another: Christmas, New Years, so on. Charlie assumed Liam had gone to California because he tended to avoid family holidays -- Charlie could almost sympathise after this year. "You have a good one?"

His embrace lingered a moment longer than it might’ve under sober circumstances, but when he finally released Liam he slouched back into his side of the booth. “Sam said you’ve been in LA,” he drawled, adjusting in his seat, “any reason?” Charlie smirked, hinting. He’d heard -- through the Duenas grapevine -- about an Esther Winslow show.

Speaking -- thinking -- of famous (infamous?) women; “Sam shacked up with that quidditch player yet? He wouldn’t tell me,” Charlie grinned, “only had an owl, mind, so maybe she was looking over his shoulder and he couldn't tell us the wedding date.” For Charlie to send as many owls (which wasn’t actually that many) as he had to Sam and Liam in such a short space of time ought to be a warning in itself. He’d been desperate for a valid excuse to get out of the house, and Sam had been unusually quiet (ha), so Charlie had hoped Liam would pick up the slack. He didn’t quite trust himself to head out alone, but if Liam hadn’t graced Charlie with his presence tonight maybe he would have convinced himself it was his only option.

The brunette returned to the table with Charlie's whiskey, setting it down with a smile. Charlie grabbed her wrist gently, looking at Liam, "What you drinking?" He turned his attention to the waitress, "Get him two, and me another please, love."


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Liam Thompson [ Artist ]
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Re: red right hand [liam]
« Reply #1 on: October 12, 2019, 10:15:48 PM »
Liam hadn’t sent Oliver a Valentine, but he’d considered it. As nothing but a gesture of affection, he’d have done it—Liam was made of nothing but stupid gestures of affection where Ollie was concerned. But he had never understood Valentine’s Day as about affection at all. At least, not when all your relationship was so far was a month and a half of letters and one week of beachfront debauchery. There was too much implication in it. They knew each other too well now for him to weaponize that, as Liam had done occasionally for women he was trying to convince he was romantic and charming. But they hadn’t known each other’s sense of humor long enough to do Valentines for a laugh, as he’d done sometimes with Sam and Charlie.

If he’d been sensible he wouldn’t have hooked up with someone until the middle of February at least.

It was the middle of February now, and Charlie had asked him out for drinks. Liam had left a little late, a calculated ten or so minutes, just so as not to seem as eager as he was. If Charlie was going to spend all his time being a married man these days, Liam wanted him to think he had other things to do too.

Charlie greeted him at the bar with a crack about how long it had been, but not in a self-deprecatory way. That struck Liam harder than the surrounding affection. He laughed vaguely. “Oh, yeah,” he said, slapping Charlie on the back. “I’ve been writing a lot, actually.” Thankfully that was true. He may have disappeared to another continent to have a secret affair, but at least he had something to show for it. The high ground had to be maintained. “Hope you’ve been, too, mate.”

He settled in opposite Charlie, drumming fidgety fingers on the table. Charlie, however, seemed to have something on his mind besides waiting for the waitress: he wanted to know why he’d been in LA. Even though it hadn’t even been a secret, Liam bristled. “I’m perfectly within my rights to go stay at my own house for a bit, aren’t I?” he said. “What’s it to you?” Of course, getting all offended did not lessen Charlie’s smirk. Liam dramatically rolled his eyes. “Met this kid singing in a pub,” he said. “Really great voice—we got to talking and I said I’d help him out. Got him a spot opening for Essie Winslow.” He took the liberty, for Oliver’s sake, of stopping here.

Charlie’s inscrutable train of thought led them then, thankfully, to Sam’s love life. Previous bitterness forgotten, Liam pulled another face. “Lord, I hope not.” Quinn Regan struck him as far too full of herself for Sam. She was the sort of girl he might have gone for himself back in the day, as long as there wasn’t going to be a relationship. But Sam tended to be more serious about his women than Liam had ever been. He deserved someone pleasant at the very least.

The drinks arrived. Liam downed his catch-up whiskey in one gulp, set down the glass and lifted the second to tap Charlie’s. He was keen to get to whatever level of drunkenness his companion was already at. Being sober was uncomfortable at the best of times. “Cheers, then,” he said. “Your turn now—how were holidays with the Missus?”

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Charlie Baker [ Artist ]
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Re: red right hand [liam]
« Reply #2 on: October 18, 2019, 06:11:31 AM »
“Have ya?” Charlie tried not to react negatively, whilst at the same time doing his best not to appear too enthusiastic – it came out somewhere in the middle, he thought. At least Liam didn’t ask him outright for the next album on a platter, so he could be vague and say: “Oh, yeah, bits and pieces.” Wasn’t a lie; he did have scraps of lyrics, or moods, maybe, was a more accurate description of what he had. Nothing coherent, and nothing he would be presenting to the boys any time soon.

Charlie narrowed his eyes at Liam’s obvious discomfort, before shrugging it off in favour of a playful smirk. “Mate, I’m not the Spanish Inquisition, I’m just askin’.” 

Then he kind of wished he hadn’t asked as his fears were all but confirmed. “Really?” Charlie had read some shitty tabloid article before Kate had hidden it from him (he assumed that was what had happened, because for the life of him he couldn’t find it again) about Sam and Liam supposedly scouting for a new frontman thanks to Charlie’s apparent absence (he wasn’t allowed to have a holiday, clearly). He assumed Liam wouldn’t be so bold as to tell him about ‘this kid’ if that was true. Then again, he supposed it could be a double bluff. “Essie, eh?” Charlie chewed on his lip, not entirely keen on discussing whoever this potential new frontman was, but better he knew what he was up against if there was anything to the gossip. “He any good?” Liam had just said he was good -- great, even -- but Charlie was referring to how the opening slot went. And maybe to whether he was better than Charlie was.

Sam’s love life was an easier topic for him to discuss. “Christ, better not,” he agreed, though not for any opinion he had on @Quinn Regan in particular. “She a nightmare?” Charlie asked, curious to hear Liam’s verdict. Since ushering the third Banshee into chatting up the quidditch player, Charlie had been so engulfed in ‘married life’ that he hadn’t had an opportunity to get to know Sam’s new girlfriend – assuming they’d already progressed to being official. Wouldn’t be Sam if they weren’t already official, would it?

Charlie grinned as he watched Liam finish his first drink before the waitress had even left them. He’d missed this – the drinking or Liam, whichever it was – more than he’d realised. “Cheers,” he echoed back, drinking. The Missus. The one sat at home, likely wondering what he was really up to if not with Liam, as promised. Charlie lowered his glass to the table, eyed the second, as-yet-untouched, glass he’d predicted he would need, then called after their waitress before she’d completely disappeared; “Oi, love, may as well bring us a bottle, eh?” He flashed her a flirtatious grin. She looked between the two men, then nodded and withdrew. Charlie leaned back in his seat to get a good look at her retreating figure, then forward to speak to Liam in a lower tone. “You reckon she looks a bit like that Hilary?”


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Liam Thompson [ Artist ]
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Re: red right hand [liam]
« Reply #3 on: October 22, 2019, 02:54:33 AM »
“It was okay,” said Liam, too eager to drop the subject to elaborate one way or the other. He’d already embarrassed himself. Quinn Regan was a far less likely subject for him to do so again, but he managed it a little. “I mean, I dunno if we’ve spoken,” he admitted. “But in interviews, y’know, she comes off sort of smug and bitchy.” The argument was weak and Liam knew it, so after a couple seconds he decided he couldn’t let it stand. “But so do we, I’m sure, and Sam puts up with us. So what do I know.”

Normally Charlie would have at least told him to fuck off, but he didn’t answer the question about Kate at all. “What?” Liam asked after a long moment of silence. “Was it that shite?” It was only how miserable Charlie looked that made him bite back some kind of smug I told you so. There were other times for that—or there’d better be, given all the hilarious content he’d generated in years of complaining to anyone who’d listen. But sad Charlie didn’t take mocking well, even from friends. “That’s what drinks are for, I s’pose,” said Liam. He searched for something lighter to change the subject to. He’d come here to have a good time, and he wouldn’t allow Charlie to wallow while he did. “Forget the missus, then,” he said. He waggled his eyebrows. “Have you seen the mistress?” @Fflur Blevins, obviously. At least Charlie might have something fun to say about her.

Charlie had other things to say, and they were rather more unusual of him. Liam glanced back toward the waitress, confused. “What, from Spellbound?” he asked with a little laugh. The waitress was dark-haired and pretty like that Hilary was, but that felt like a weak reason for Charlie to bring her up. Generally he avoided it. Liam had always had the sense that, as the woman in whose bed they’d once kissed, there was something of a pact of silence between them where she was concerned.

Maybe it was just all the cock he’d been sucking lately, but Liam was starting to feel a little suspicious. This, and the hug, and no Sam, and brushing aside questions about the wife... Was Charlie trying to drop a hint here? Liam leaned back again, watching his friend through narrowed eyes. Obviously the thought was bonkers, but... He knew Charlie got desperate for connection sometimes. Maybe he was just really desperate—which usually meant something was really wrong.

Liam lowered his voice. “You okay, mate?”

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Charlie Baker [ Artist ]
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Re: red right hand [liam]
« Reply #4 on: Yesterday at 07:08:23 AM »
It was okay. Liam was rarely the type to be quiet about things he was involved in, so Charlie took his response to mean that it went terribly, or – worse – it had gone very well, and he ought to be concerned. He made a mental note to bring it up again once he got a bit more alcohol into the man sat across from him.

“She looked alright from a distance,” Charlie said, no hint of malice in his words. If he’d been single, he might’ve given her a nudge – but if he’d been single, Sam might’ve felt the need to actually call dibs, like in the good old days; it hadn’t needed to be said because Charlie was married and Sam was not. “Can’t say I’d ever actually heard of her,” he admitted. “You should’ve seen him, mate, he was practically frothing at the mouth when she won that Ireland game.” He shrugged, agreeing with Liam’s sentiment: “He puts up with us.”

Charlie took a long sip from his drink, avoiding looking at Liam – trying to prolong the inevitable. He set the almost-empty glass down on the table, fingers still wrapped around it. “It was alright,” he said finally. He met Liam’s gaze and held it, daring him to say something. Charlie wasn’t stupid, he knew Liam hated Kate - was pretty sure Kate hated Liam, if she had it in her to hate anyone. “The ‘missus’ is at home,” he started, “let’s leave her there, alright?“ He drank again, draining his first glass (well, first in Liam’s company) before moving straight onto the second.

He rolled his eyes. Charlie was slowly becoming indifferent to Liam’s teasing about Fflur – it was only really a problem around Kate. But Charlie hesitated, wary of admitting to seeing Fflur (“the Best Man”) before catching up with Liam – but it wasn’t his fault Liam was off fucking around in California and wherever else until now. “Last month,” he said, shrugging and not putting any effort into correcting Liam’s assumptions. “She’s moved in with Rob, officially, I think.”

On to the important stuff; Charlie smirked. “Yeah, don’t you think so?” If you squinted, tilted your head a little. He was only bringing it up because he wanted Liam to egg him on – tell him to go for it, if he wanted. Charlie had never needed much encouragement in the past – especially hadn’t needed to prompt Liam for it – but he felt like if he could just get Liam to say he should, then he could.

But Liam did something very unlike him, and asked if Charlie was okay. Charlie frowned, offended at the insinuation he wasn’t okay. He opened his mouth—then shut it firmly as the waitress returned with the bottle Charlie had requested; he didn’t smile, didn’t take his eyes off of Liam. She left in silence, and Charlie picked up the whiskey and topped them both up. “I’m fine.” He waited a beat, lifted his glass to his lips, then set it back down on the table without drinking. “Actually, I’m not fine. I know what you’re doing – you’re not fucking subtle about it, you know?”


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