GraceRyan
Rock n' Roll Doggie FOB
I was still reeling from Effanbee's story. Phew.
This is a short bit. PMS took my creative brain cells the last week or so. It's all true this time! Ha. No, it's not. It happened in my head - but that's about it. Hope you enjoy....even though it's not much.
Larry sunk into the backseat of the black SUV that picked up the band at the airport. He wasn’t sure why Bono had insisted they look at recording studios in New York. Rick Rubin was more than happy to record in Ireland, Switzerland or the moon if they so chose. Now they were on their way to Andrew’s for dinner. He had a feeling Abby would be there. He stared out the rain splattered window as the city slipped by him. The last days of the tour were awful. When he looked at Ann or Abby, a mountain of guilt rested on his shoulders. A part of him was a little relieved that Abby bolted after the last show. It gave him time to try to get his thoughts and life back in order.
Christmas was tough. He missed Abby terribly. She threaded his every thought. He tried so hard to get a hold of his life before he knew the wonder of Abby’s body and smile. Many times, he picked up the phone. His hand hovered over the numbers with her number churning in his head. He never dialed the number. Now it was over three weeks since he spoke to her. His stomach toiled as they pulled up to Andrew’s house. He concentrated on the faces of his family as rode the elevator.
Gingerly, Larry entered the apartment. It was only Andrew and his wife, Lydia. Throughout the whole meal, he waited her Abby to burst through the door. Maybe she was in Los Angeles. He didn’t bother following the conversation at dinner. On the radio, the new U2 song ‘Window in the Skies’ played bringing Larry back to Australia. When they recorded the song, he never gave much mind to the lyrics. As he sat with Andrew, the lyrics hit him like a sledgehammer. It didn’t matter what Bono meant when he wrote them. Tonight, they spoke volumes as Larry’s mind was so tangled in Abby and he thought back to those 2 wonderful weeks.
After dinner, they all piled back into the black SUV’s to a small bar in the Village. This was their New York local. The usual patrons waved an arm or free hand as they filed in accompanied by Andrew and Lydia.
“Hey boys!” Tom the bartender and owner called out. “The usual?”
“God love ya, Tom,” Bono beamed.
“’Cause no one else will,” shot Larry.
Tom smirked. “Just for that, you get yours last.”
“If he gets it all,” her voice called out from the end of the bar.
Larry’s stopped dead. His eyes found her sitting at the end of the bar with Tom’s wife. She looked amazing, but she always did him. She could be drooling on her pillow and she was still an angel. She was smiling at him, but he sensed her irritation just under the surface of that smile. Inside, she boiled hot like oil. She was invited to dinner but passed. Instead, she went to their local to lubricate herself enough to see him.
After drinks were poured, they all gathered in a snug in the corner of the bar. Abby sat as far from Larry as possible. She teased him mercilessly. He knew he deserved all her zings. He held his breath as Bono began snooping around Abby’s love life. She was evasive and avoided looking at Larry. He had no right knowing anything about her life over the last few weeks.
Finally, they were alone in the bar. Edge and Adam left early. Bono was in the backroom regaling adoring fans and hangers-on to one of his many tall tales. Fits of laughter erupted from the backroom. Abby twirled a straw in her drink and listening to the ice clink against the sides.
“How was your Christmas?” she asked.
“It was good,” he lied.
“Good,” she stared over the bar at the television.
“It was awful,” he muttered. “I mean the kids were great. They’re always amazing. The rest of the time….wasn’t good.”
Abby sighed. “Good.”
He looked at her with surprise. “Abby…”
She smiled. “I know, pretty childish.”
Larry smirked. “I deserved it. I should’ve called.”
She shrugged. “You didn’t owe me anything. I know it was special circumstances those last weeks.”
“Maybe,” he said thoughtfully. “But I’ve always been honest with you and I handled things like a prat.”
“We’re still friends,” she nudged him. “I’m over it.” He glances at her. “Okay, not completely. I’m still in a bit of shock. But what can I do? Go back in time to when you met Ann and undo it?”
“So you still want to be friends?” he asked. As he looked in her eyes, friendship was not what he had in mind.
“Larry, we’ll always be friends, or I hope we will be. Maybe it was good that Ann showed up when she did,” her voice was unconvincing.
Eventually, they settled into easy conversation. The topic of love and marriage was carefully sidestepped. They made up stories about the few patrons left in the bar.
Another hour passed. People trickled out of the backroom as the night wore on. Bono and a man in a suit were deep in an economic discussion as the emerged. When Bono was focused, he couldn’t see anything else. He and suited man walked directly past Abby and Larry without a wave. Bono’s dark SUV pulled up and they both slipped in the backseat.
“Who was that?” Abby asked.
Larry shrugged. “I have no idea. John was with them so I’m not worried much beyond a hangover tomorrow for him.”
She stretched. “I should get home too. I have a busy day tomorrow.”
“If Edge has his way, we’ll all be up before dawn,” Larry slid off the barstool. He slipped on his black jacket.
Abby pushed through the heavy oak door. “Do you have a car waiting for you?”
“I sent it away. I can take a taxi just like everyone else,” he scowled. “How are you getting home?”
She stepped towards the street. “Getting a cab.”
She raised her arm to hail a fleet of yellow cars heading her way. One pulled along side her. Larry pulled the door open for her. She paused to look at him.
“You’re heading the other way, right?” she asked. He nodded. “Ok, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Larry stepped back to allow Abby slip into the taxi. She turned to say goodnight.
Suddenly, he grabbed her arm. “Abby….” His lips met hers in a hungry kiss. He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her closer. She held back for a moment as if she was trying to decide whether she wanted give herself over again. As she melted into him, he pulled back to look in her face. “I’m coming home with you tonight.”
This is a short bit. PMS took my creative brain cells the last week or so. It's all true this time! Ha. No, it's not. It happened in my head - but that's about it. Hope you enjoy....even though it's not much.
Larry sunk into the backseat of the black SUV that picked up the band at the airport. He wasn’t sure why Bono had insisted they look at recording studios in New York. Rick Rubin was more than happy to record in Ireland, Switzerland or the moon if they so chose. Now they were on their way to Andrew’s for dinner. He had a feeling Abby would be there. He stared out the rain splattered window as the city slipped by him. The last days of the tour were awful. When he looked at Ann or Abby, a mountain of guilt rested on his shoulders. A part of him was a little relieved that Abby bolted after the last show. It gave him time to try to get his thoughts and life back in order.
Christmas was tough. He missed Abby terribly. She threaded his every thought. He tried so hard to get a hold of his life before he knew the wonder of Abby’s body and smile. Many times, he picked up the phone. His hand hovered over the numbers with her number churning in his head. He never dialed the number. Now it was over three weeks since he spoke to her. His stomach toiled as they pulled up to Andrew’s house. He concentrated on the faces of his family as rode the elevator.
Gingerly, Larry entered the apartment. It was only Andrew and his wife, Lydia. Throughout the whole meal, he waited her Abby to burst through the door. Maybe she was in Los Angeles. He didn’t bother following the conversation at dinner. On the radio, the new U2 song ‘Window in the Skies’ played bringing Larry back to Australia. When they recorded the song, he never gave much mind to the lyrics. As he sat with Andrew, the lyrics hit him like a sledgehammer. It didn’t matter what Bono meant when he wrote them. Tonight, they spoke volumes as Larry’s mind was so tangled in Abby and he thought back to those 2 wonderful weeks.
After dinner, they all piled back into the black SUV’s to a small bar in the Village. This was their New York local. The usual patrons waved an arm or free hand as they filed in accompanied by Andrew and Lydia.
“Hey boys!” Tom the bartender and owner called out. “The usual?”
“God love ya, Tom,” Bono beamed.
“’Cause no one else will,” shot Larry.
Tom smirked. “Just for that, you get yours last.”
“If he gets it all,” her voice called out from the end of the bar.
Larry’s stopped dead. His eyes found her sitting at the end of the bar with Tom’s wife. She looked amazing, but she always did him. She could be drooling on her pillow and she was still an angel. She was smiling at him, but he sensed her irritation just under the surface of that smile. Inside, she boiled hot like oil. She was invited to dinner but passed. Instead, she went to their local to lubricate herself enough to see him.
After drinks were poured, they all gathered in a snug in the corner of the bar. Abby sat as far from Larry as possible. She teased him mercilessly. He knew he deserved all her zings. He held his breath as Bono began snooping around Abby’s love life. She was evasive and avoided looking at Larry. He had no right knowing anything about her life over the last few weeks.
Finally, they were alone in the bar. Edge and Adam left early. Bono was in the backroom regaling adoring fans and hangers-on to one of his many tall tales. Fits of laughter erupted from the backroom. Abby twirled a straw in her drink and listening to the ice clink against the sides.
“How was your Christmas?” she asked.
“It was good,” he lied.
“Good,” she stared over the bar at the television.
“It was awful,” he muttered. “I mean the kids were great. They’re always amazing. The rest of the time….wasn’t good.”
Abby sighed. “Good.”
He looked at her with surprise. “Abby…”
She smiled. “I know, pretty childish.”
Larry smirked. “I deserved it. I should’ve called.”
She shrugged. “You didn’t owe me anything. I know it was special circumstances those last weeks.”
“Maybe,” he said thoughtfully. “But I’ve always been honest with you and I handled things like a prat.”
“We’re still friends,” she nudged him. “I’m over it.” He glances at her. “Okay, not completely. I’m still in a bit of shock. But what can I do? Go back in time to when you met Ann and undo it?”
“So you still want to be friends?” he asked. As he looked in her eyes, friendship was not what he had in mind.
“Larry, we’ll always be friends, or I hope we will be. Maybe it was good that Ann showed up when she did,” her voice was unconvincing.
Eventually, they settled into easy conversation. The topic of love and marriage was carefully sidestepped. They made up stories about the few patrons left in the bar.
Another hour passed. People trickled out of the backroom as the night wore on. Bono and a man in a suit were deep in an economic discussion as the emerged. When Bono was focused, he couldn’t see anything else. He and suited man walked directly past Abby and Larry without a wave. Bono’s dark SUV pulled up and they both slipped in the backseat.
“Who was that?” Abby asked.
Larry shrugged. “I have no idea. John was with them so I’m not worried much beyond a hangover tomorrow for him.”
She stretched. “I should get home too. I have a busy day tomorrow.”
“If Edge has his way, we’ll all be up before dawn,” Larry slid off the barstool. He slipped on his black jacket.
Abby pushed through the heavy oak door. “Do you have a car waiting for you?”
“I sent it away. I can take a taxi just like everyone else,” he scowled. “How are you getting home?”
She stepped towards the street. “Getting a cab.”
She raised her arm to hail a fleet of yellow cars heading her way. One pulled along side her. Larry pulled the door open for her. She paused to look at him.
“You’re heading the other way, right?” she asked. He nodded. “Ok, maybe I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Larry stepped back to allow Abby slip into the taxi. She turned to say goodnight.
Suddenly, he grabbed her arm. “Abby….” His lips met hers in a hungry kiss. He wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her closer. She held back for a moment as if she was trying to decide whether she wanted give herself over again. As she melted into him, he pulled back to look in her face. “I’m coming home with you tonight.”
