I mostly smoke weed and try to figure what’s wrong with me

i need you like i need a broken leg .

pleasure to meet you, sebby.

( finger hooking under his chin, tilting his head up to look at him. who does this asshole think they are? ) clearly. can you do me a favor, sebby?

( lopsided grin, letting his hand drop to their side. ) care to show me where i can get a bite 'round here? i'm starving.

you're a doll. thanks. ( smirking tugging at the corners of his mouth. slender fingers pull a cigarette from the back pocket of his jeans — ) you got a light?

a week or two. i'm playing in a couple nearby towns. ( glancing to the lighter, biting back a small smile. pizza. cute. he lights the cigarette and hands it back to him, taking a long drag before speaking again. ) you going to one of the concerts, sebby?

i'll give security your name. you'll have to come and visit me backstage, yeah? ( tilting his head as he exhales to keep the smoke from wafting into the other's face. )

DARLIIIINGGGGG !!!!!!! GUESS WHO'S BACK FROM JAIL !!!!!!!!!!

( "you want me?" yeah. he doesn't voice his thoughts — he doesn't want to be too forward, to spook him. ) you seem chill enough. plus, you're a huge fan, right? i'm just tryin' to give you an opportunity to meet the rest of the band.

&&. might've just had a banger idea guys

even if you do, i'm sure they wouldn't mind. they might seem like cool dudes on stage, but they're actually a bunch of dorks. ( unaware of his inner turmoil — he wouldn't care even if he knew. )

&&. going to bed soon since tmmrw is my last day here and I'm hanging with some friends before I leave and I wanna make sure I'm not totally exhausted 🙏

( a few moments of silence — then a snicker escapes him, one they hide behind their palm. ) nice to know you've got some personality underneath all that anxiety.

you flatter me, sugar. i'm not really that big of a deal, now, am i? ( preening just a bit — fishing for the compliment that he knew was sure to come. )

( he really is a huge fan — something wren takes mental note of. he could use this, later ... ) awh. well, i promise, even if i am a "legit fucking rockstar," i'm still just a normal person. no need to treat me different.

thanks, sweetheart. ( hands in his pockets, sauntering into the saloon like he damn near owned the place. ) get used to it. i'm sticking around.