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The day of the concert they met at Rosario’s place to smoke a joint and take a couple bong rips before heading out. A punk show is the perfect place to go with a demon who doesn’t quite understand that fashion changes. He was dressed more for a sex pistols concert than anything else, with a shiny pleather overcoat, white under shirt, suspenders and doc martens. He’d asked Rosario what colour shoelaces he should use cause he knew nazis used to wear white but he’d heard they’d changed it and he didn’t want to accidentally signal anything. Rosario didn’t know either and after a bit of googling they had no answer so he just got black.
For her part Rosario wore a simple black dress and black boots with only a bit of heel on them. She enjoyed leaning back and just standing on the heels of her boots which were just wide enough that this wasn’t a very impressive feat.
They showed up to the venue, Plaz paid for both of them since he inexplicably always has money on him, and whenever Rosario asks where he gets it he just answers “demon business”. They got beers, and hung outside for a second since Bren wasn’t on for another hour and the band that was currently playing, an outfit of 3 white dudes called Flax Seed, was terribly uninteresting to both of them.
“So is she here? Point her out to me.” Plaz asked Rosario.
“FAE. And no fae is not here yet. Or possibly fae’s backstage.”
“You’ll just have to wait till faer band is on.”
“do you have any more green.”
“Yeah, I don’t know if we can smoke here though.”
“Those people are smoking.”
“so, if they can smoke tobacco, a far more disturbing substance, if you ask me, why couldn’t we smoke some grass.”
“The long answer is really long, the short answer is that tobacco is legal and weed is not.”
“I thought this was a punk bar.”
“yeah, but it’s my first time here and I don’t want to risk it.”
“Hold on, I’m gonna ask.”
“What, Plaz no!”
“Hey! do you know if it’s cool to smoke weed here?” He asked a random stranger in an against me t-shirt.
“Totally, just keep it in the smoking corner, which is over there.”
“Sure, thing, thanks, bud.
See, it’s ok.”
“Plaz I am mortified.
“Oh come on.”
“fine I guess.”
They hung out in the smoking area, passed around a joint to other smokers. And then it was time for Bren’s band to come on. So they walked inside. As soon as fae came onstage and introduced the band Plaz got really anxious.
“Hello everybody! How’s it going?!” Fae said excitedly. The crowd hooted and hollered in response.
“All right! We are Woodland Melody and we’re gonna play a few of our songs for you, how’s that sound?” more hooting.
Woodland Melody was a simple outfit of four people. Aside from Bren on vocals and guitar, they had a bassist, a drummer, and a violist. Rosario only knew Bren personally and so didn’t want to guess at the gender of any of the other band members, but she suspected none of them were cis.
The first song they played was a sort of slow moving, entrancing tune, that broke into a faster dance music. The verses alternated between English and Irish so Rosario only caught half of it. It was about people getting lost in the forest. She was jamming to it, but Plaz was getting more and more agitated. Finally he grabbed her and said:
“Ok, now I’m sure of it. Fae’s fae folk for sure.”
“What cause fae sings in Irish, faer family is from there.” Rosario responded, annoyed at the interruption.
“No, not because of that. Look around you. Everyone’s entranced.”
“They’re just jamming.”
“Nu uh, it’s more than that, the last band didn’t have that effect.”
“yeah, cause they sucked. Anyways, I don’t feel entranced, do I look it? It’s just good music.”
“you’re a magician, Rosario, one that’s had multiple demonic contacts. That might be protecting you. Demonic magic and faerie magic are like oil and water. Oh and those fingers.”
“Well, whatever, if you’re having so much trouble, just wait outside, I’m gonna stay and jam.”
Plaz didn’t leave, but he stood by himself leaning on the wall staring intently at Bren and back at Rosario, as if keeping guard. All of Woodland Melody’s songs had a similar feel, they made you think of partying around a bonfire in a meadow in the forest. Rosario danced with another girl, and by herself and before they knew it, the set was over.
“Thank you, everyone!” Bren said. “Find us on bandcamp, we’re Woodland Melody, and keep rocking out, whoo!!”
They went outside and Rosario texted Bren, to Plaz continued protests as he thought they should just leave now and Rosario should forget about Bren forever.
“Ugh, stop being so jealous.” Rosario scolded him.
“I’m not jealous, fae’s a faerie!”
“whatever, hush, here fae comes!”
“Hi, Rosario! thank you so much for coming! Did you like it? were we good?”
“Totally, I was totally jamming out, dancing, it’s great, you have a beautiful voice.”
“Thank you, thank you.”
“Oh, where are my manners” Rosario said ” This is my friend Plaz.”
“Nice to meet you, Plaz. I’m Bren.” Fae stuck out faer hand for Plaz to shake, but he refused, and he looked at faer with hell in his eyes.
“Oh come on!” Answered Bren. “I know you’re a demon, but since you’re hanging out with her, I thought you’d be cool.”
“Wait, what, how did you know that?” Rosario asked.
“Well it’s not exactly hard, faeries have good senses for this sort of thing.”
“See, see I fucking told you!” Plaz said.
“You ARE a faerie? I had no idea.” Rosario said.
“I thought you knew, I mean, you’re a faerie too after all”
“What?!” Came the chorused reply from Rosario and Plaz.
To be continued…
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