30 minutes later, the journalist is taken to the hospital for a broken nose and 1st degree burns. They were received when Ms. Ghoul splashed burning Kahlúa on the Journalist’s face after saying, “Like this.
The Wolves
A newer band in town that Ms. Ghoul was letting play in The Tower. Unsurprisingly, hardly anyone knew about her interests in music. In particular, Ghoul had a taste for Rock, usually from the early 2000’s. The Wolves fit this niche of her’s perfectly, and they paid handsomely for the honor.
“Thanks again for letting us play here.” Before their set, The Wolves were having a drink with the owner of the bar. The bassist said she played better drunk, and the vocalist didn’t have the strength to argue
“Hm.” Ms. Ghoul couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. “I don’t think you’ll get the crowd you’re looking for here.”
To no surprise, The Tower, despite its reputation, was empty again, save for the two regulars drinking at the bar.
“Still,” Ghoul paused, “it’ll be nice to have some noise in here again.”
If she were an easy woman to read, the bandmates could’ve seen how distant Ms. Ghoul was in that moment. But alas, that was not the case, and they laughed, and they drank, and then they played.
Admittedly, the show was a disaster. The bassist had way too much to drink and kept dropping cords, the vocalist got visibly pissed every time, and the drummer barely had any rhythm. The lead guitarist was actually pretty talented, but it was almost impossible to hear them over the others. It didn’t help, either, that the regulars, who came for some peace and quiet, were booing The Wolves for almost the entire session. And yet Ms. Ghoul kept smiling. And just when the band members started throwing punches, Korn walked in and immediately noticed Ghoul’s face.
“You look nostalgic.”
Drinking to the beautiful disaster before her, Ghoul commented, “Just reliving some good memories.”
“Goodbye, Mother”
The Journalist’s mother-in-law passed away about a year ago, but her wife has only recently come to say goodbye. The Journalist’s wife has hard time dealing with everything and requested that she come along for support. For the Journalist, the whole things a bit strange, but she just lumped that with being around death so often. It was a big city, and death sold well.
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