(OPEN) oh, what a role model.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox sat at the long, dark bar hoping some half-drunk fan girl wouldn't see him and try to come flirt. You'd think the first seven hundred times you admitted you're gay, they'd leave you alone. But that apparently wasn't the case with his fans. Either that or the girls just thought they could change things that are deep rooted in people. Either way, he despised it.

He twirled his glass around, listening to the ice clink against the sides. He heard one of their songs come on the radio, and looked up at the bartender. The boy -who didn't look quite old enough to drink, let alone be in he bar in the first place- just smiled back his way, cleaning out the glass he had in his hand before he sat it up on the cabinet. "Would you like another, Mister Holt?" The boy asked, and Knox nodded, handing over the half full glass. The boy topped it off, then sat the bottle down again.

"Have you lived here long?" The boy asked, looking around the fairly empty bar. Knox shook his head, then downed the drink he had, sitting the empty glass back down on the bar.

"No. I moved here after I dropped out of high school, since they had a recording studio here." He said, scanning the bar before his eyes landed on the boy again. If he couldn't have anyone else, he would wait until the boy was off work.

[CARSON 'CHERRY' ARIA CHEVALIER]

It might come as a surprise that a band member who didn’t drink actually loved going to bars, she loved to hear the music and meet new people and seeing as she was old enough she could drink if she wanted too but she was such a light weight that she usually chose just to meet new people. She was a regular at the Tavern and though she only ordered water or the occasional wine cooler people knew her the moment she walked in the door, but how could you not when the first thing you saw the fiery red hair that she was so well known for.

The moment she walked into the bar she recognized the band as the Drug in me is You, she wasn’t picky about the bands she liked and so she could easily say that she was a fan of their music considering their sound was slightly similar to hers even though her’s was sung by a female and not a male. Both seemed to have a rock and roll underground feel to it and so she rarely if ever judged bands by their sound, unless of course the singer was totally tone deaf or was just screaming into the mic. She liked screaming but only to a point, once her ears started to bleed then she was done.

Cherry happily walked up to the unusually quiet bar and sat down a couple of seats away from a man and smiled sweetly at the bartender. The bartender smiled back at Cherry. “Evening Miss Cherry, water or your wine cooler tonight?” He asked and Cherry smiled even brighter seeing as she didn’t even have to say anything. All of the bartenders knew that she wasn’t a heavy drinker but because she had a pretty face and usually attracted men to the bar they didn’t complain that she didn’t drink much. “Just water.” Cherry replied with her slightly foreign accent. Many people had been trying to pry into the life of Carson Chevalier before she became the famous Cherry, but she had been able to keep her private life exactly that, private thus far.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox turned the empty glass in his hand on the counter, not bothering to look up when the door opened. He frankly didn't care who it was unless it was a hot guy. And even then, he really didn't care. Because hot generally meant straight. And he might be good looking, but he wasn't good looking enough to turn water to wine. Yet.

"Oh baby." He heard Asher say, and automatically assumed it was a girl. He didn't even have to look over to know that. "Go get you some, Knoxville."

"Shut up or you're taking tonight, wannabe." Knox said, glancing over at the boy who had a smirk on his face. Knox punched him in the arm, and Asher groaned. But as was typical Asher, he started to move closer to Knox, making him move over a seat closer to the girl. He looked up as the waiter came back to fill his cup and leaned over, plucking it away from Asher. The boy leaned against the bar, his head propped against his hand.

"I will /kill/ you, fucker." Knox said, recieving nothing but a smirk in return. He took his drink and downed it, sitting the empty glass back on the bar. He was seriously debating shoving the boy into the pool tables if he got any closer than he already was. He didn't want to sit next to that girl, or any girl. He didn't even like his own sisters.

[CARSON 'CHERRY' ARIA CHEVALIER]

Carson popped a sucker into her mouth and made a happy little smile as she got her water from the bartender and then the music changed to one of herself and she started to tap her fingers easily to the beat as well as her foot not making much noise but also not being entirely silent. But the commotion from beside her caught her attention and she raised a brow at the two men seeming to have a quarrel, she didn’t like when anyone was getting picked on didn’t matter if they deserved it or not. Cherry’s bright green eyes narrowed lightly at the man Asher as she continued to tap along to the music before she shifted her sucker to one side of her mouth. She had heard the man say something about her coming into the bar but as usual she had ignored it as she wasn’t really interested in finding a fuck buddy or any kind of relationship for that matter. She had her music and that was enough.

Cherry wasn’t really one to get into other people business but she couldn’t help but hear the name Knoxville and she was curious and took a better look at the man and then smiled when she realized he was the lead singer of The Drug in me is You. She would have loved to talk to him but she would rather not appear to be a desperate girl wanting to jump into his bed, she was well aware of the fact her was gay and she respected that about him. He was sure of who he was and wasn’t afraid to be out there, she kind of saw him as a role model for people who were afraid to come out to their family and friends. She admired him to say the least, even though she was also aware of his ass hole like qualities that kept her at an even greater distance from her and kept her from saying anything at all. Instead she picked up her glass of water and took a sip of it and started up a conversation with the bartender asking how he had been since that last time she had saw him.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox pulled his phone from his pocket, checking his texts. He had a couple from the oldest twin, one from his dad, and one from the youngest twin. He opened the one from Rozzi first, sent a sarcastic response to her 'your nuts finally dropped. they're in the mail' before he opened the one from his dad. It was incoherent, and he deleted it like he had all the other texts the man had sent him. What kind of father got drunk instead of caring for his kids? The one's from Hunter were just annoying and he deleted those too before he put his phone on the counter. Maybe he got along better with the youngest because she was the baby. Or because she was more of a boy than a girl. Hunter was just despicable as far as he was concerned. But it often amused him how the girly one had gotten the boy name, and the tomboy had gotten the girly name.

"Don't think so hard. I can smell your hair a'burnin'." Asher said, and Knoxville flicked his peppermint at him. Asher finally got up and left, probably to get home to his little boy. He hadn't been here long, and Knox hadn't expect him to stay either. He had a baby to look after, and a wife to take care of. Even when he was allowed to leave the house, he didn't stay gone long. Knox almost wished he could be half that devoted to anything he did besides music.

He took the new drink the bartender had poured, and downed it quickly before he made his way to the bathroom. He fixed his hair and used the bathroom, washing his hands before he left again. A straight man made a comment, and Knox just walked past, flipping him the bird before he took the seat he'd had before he had been forced into the one next to it.