icebergloungers | ! At the Disco

just got some updates from Ozzy

we got the tour dates confirmed, so time to look up the best bars

and then there's some other stuff, interviews, television appearances, award shows

The concert was still going on, someone else was performing now but Jonathan didn't really give a shit. He'd slipped his manager and ducked outside, lighting up a cigarette and eagerly smoking. God, what a day. He was the worst act out there. Well, maybe not to his fans but God, the music did not excite him. It was easier when he was a kid and didn't know any better, didn't know how shit this was.

Maybe he would always be popular and sustain a career but did he honestly want to?

He heard the backstage door open and swiftly put his cigarette out, hoping he hadn't been caught or he was in for one hell of a lecture. "Hello?"

There was a combinations of things that could be waking Jonathan up. He was on an RV, lying down on a very generously sized bed, but the RV was moving, driving down the highway. Really only a few feet away, Eddie was sprawled out on the bench by the RV's kitchen table, his head in Query's lap and his hands on the table, since Echo was finishing up the fresh coat of nail polish on his nails. A quiz show was going on the television and he occupied himself by switching between answering the questions and complaining about how dumb the contestants were and, more importantly, how stupid their hair looked.

All in all, a lot was going on, but it wasn't too intrusive. Not surprising that someone heavily hungover had managed to sleep through it for hours. It took 15 hours from Georgia to Gotham, they still had a lot of ground to cover, but they had come quite a way.

What might be more disturbing was the man on the ground between the bed and the table, who had been tied up quite thoroughly and who had woken up not too long ago. Thankfully, he had been thoroughly gagged out of consideration, so in spite of his best efforts he couldn't make himself all that heard, but he had finally managed to angle himself so he kicked his legs against the bed as he tried to get loose. Maybe that would wake Jonathan up.

IZZY!

your favourite bro is back in town :D

Edited 2021-02-07 14:32 (UTC)

"Just let me talk to him first," Edward told Jonathan as he pushed him down in a chair in the waiting room before Oswald's office, giving his shoulder a few reassuring pats, "I know how to butter him up, you'll see. Just wait here, be a good boy, then we'll get it all sorted in no time."

With that, he headed right for the door, opening it and stepping inside. "Oswald! Hey, long time no see. You are looking splendid. I'm back from down South, I brought you some excellent bourbon. How's it going?"

As he talked, he walked into the office, smiling brightly. A few moments later, the door opened again and Victor walked in, looking at Oswald with a shrug. "Nygma's here."

Evidently.

"He's observant."

Darling.
Sweetheart.
Clown Prince of my heart.

What's up?

The venue was comparatively small at the Iceberg Lounge, but it was Oswald's venue and it mattered. Everyone who wanted to make it big in music wanted to perform here and it, not so incidentally, was where Edward had managed to let the man discover him all those years ago, by getting drunk and playing piano while singing loudly. Also had gotten him tackled by security, but long-term goals were important.

It had worked out. And so he still performed here regularly. Not yet, it was still early hours, but some people were setting up on stage and he'd spotted Oswald at his usual table, so he walked over, tipping his hat. "Evening, boss. How's it going? I was so hoping you'd come by tonight."

YOU HAVE ONE NEW MESSAGE

~BEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEP~

The devil went down to Georgia, he was lookin' for a boy to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind
And he was willin' to make a deal
When he came across this young hick jamming on a guitar and playin' it hot
And the devil jumped up on rickety stage
And said, "boy, let me tell you what.
I guess you didn't know it but I'm a outdated rocker too
And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you
Now you play a pretty good guitar, boy
But give the devil his due
I'll bet a riddle of gold against your soul
'Cause I think I'm better than you"

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