The Boy at The Rock Show
"Bianca" was Varric’s Chevy Nova, and she was a piece of shit.
It backfired and drove like it could die at any moment but he loved that damn car.
Music was blaring from inside the venue, but Bianca’s motor was still loud.
Pulling up next to Hawke varric honked
“What do you think, Hawke? Doesn’t Bianca look beautiful?”
Hawke looked over the car it was olive green and had rust around the edges.
It was old, but Varric seemed to love her all the more for it.
“Hurry up and park we have to get in.” Hawke said growing impatient.
“You’re no fun, don’t listen baby. You’re beautiful” Varric rubbed his cheek on the steering wheel and pulled away
Bianca backfired twice before he actually got her moving
Hawke laughed and shook his head.
Getting inside was hard, after they got past the gate they got these lime green wrist bands that allowed them to buy alcohol.
The Docks was a shitty venue with 3 stages, a pizza place with a decent bar.
No, Hanged Man, but it was okay.
When the got to the jam stage Merrill was just setting up, there was single stool on the stage and she was alone.
Hawke watched from the bar at the back of venue, waving to her when she scanned the room.
Her eyes widened and she smiled weakly, she was cute up there.
She introduced herself and began to play the song about the wolf, she was more confident on stage, it was a good look for her. Hawke listened nodding his head singing along.
She began her second song, one about a man who fell in love with a star.
When a the door opened a few late comers followed by an odd looking dude with white tattoos on his neck and 3 white dots on his forehead.
He was a thin, young looking, with thick glasses and a baby blue bandana holding back a full head of white hair.
He was dressed in all black a dress shirt with slacks, and he had the most striking green eyes.
He stood near Hawke and pulled out a pack of Marlboro 27's
“She’s not bad” he asked his voice was deep and gruff “Eh?”
Caught of guard Hawke stammered “Uh, Yeah, I think so too.”
This guy was hot, and smelled like cigarettes and cologne.
He lit a cigarette and leaned against the wall.
“Shit, keep it together” Hawke thought to himself
“Who are you here for?” Garrett asked captivated by the sexy stranger
The man gestured over to the bar. Taking a drag on his cigarette, he exhaled a puff of smoke
When he spoke.
“Bar back” He was facing Hawke now and he could make out the glint of a lip ring.
“Nice, do you like it?” Hawke asked trying to keep the attention of the handsome stranger.
“FENRIS! Breaks up! Get back here!” A woman called out
“Gotta get back” Fenris smiled at Hawke walking past him as he gestured a whip crack and winked.
He hurried back behind the bar and began lifting boxes from the floor to the counter behind the bar.
“Fenris,” Hawke said to himself under his breath, “Fuck, even his name is sexy.”