i was hanging out at the hemlock the other night with the drummer... mondays are "punk rock night" - good djs. anyway, he's pretty hammered, and he decides to send a beer to this cute girl who's sitting on the other side of the bar. she takes it, but doesn't acknowledge it in any way, and stops making the occasional glances up in our direction.
he goes out for a smoke and i go to take a piss. when i get back, he's over on the other side of the bar, talking to her. i go over to help him out by chatting with her friend, running interference.
her friend asks "so are you in the same band as him?"
"yeah."
"what are you guys called?"
"we're in the sleeze band."
"oh, that's appropriate," she says.
he goes out for a smoke and i go to take a piss. when i get back, he's over on the other side of the bar, talking to her. i go over to help him out by chatting with her friend, running interference.
her friend asks "so are you in the same band as him?"
"yeah."
"what are you guys called?"
"we're in the sleeze band."
"oh, that's appropriate," she says.