This one time I attempted to write an Andreil Band AU
“Drinks are on you, remember that.” Andrew says as he
follows Kevin into the bar. It’s a small town dive bar in Millport, Arizona.
Andrew would rather be anywhere but in this shithole bar which seems to be rather
empty. There’s a small stage, whose curtains are currently drawn closed.
Kevin scowls, “Aren’t you even worried about the sake of the band, at all?”
Andrew rolls his eyes as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it, taking a long drag before blowing a puff of smoke in Kevin’s face.
“I do believe that’s your job. Not mine.”
“Asshole,” Kevin mumbles as he takes a seat at table
that’s a decent amount of distance from the small stage.
“Seth was medicore at best. You’re better. You know it. If you would just — ”
“Fuck off, Kevin.” Andrew turns his attention to the stage though as a kid quietly fumbles onto the stage.