Post by Deleted on Apr 16, 2014 6:02:04 GMT -5
"So, before we start up this next song I just, I have somethin' I'd like to say. As I'm sure you've all noticed if you been here for more then ten seconds, my crew and I are from Texas and we're extremely proud of that."
A little wave of laughter rolled through the patrons.
"Y'all just don't know, y'all. I mean, bein' from Texas is so very important to anyone that is from there. And there's a reason for it. And not only that, but when we're back home drivin' our trucks, shootin' our guns, and partyin' all night we can just tell when people ain't from Texas."
Another wave of quiet laughs.
"When people come from out of state we can just tell, even when they try to wear the clothes and put on the show. With that said, I think it is worth sayin' me and my crew stick out in Gotham like sore thumbs."
Another wave of laughs.
"But I think, aside from our looks and the way we dress, the thing that makes us stick out is our attitudes. We could give a damn who the hell you are, we'll still shake your hand and say hello and I have to say... y'all Gotham folk have a tendency to give us funny looks for that at times..."
A more vibrant wave of knowing laughter came from the crowd. Rooster smiled a bit.
"So this song, I'd like y'all to think of this as the way we view everyone else in the world."
Rooster smiled as the crowd smiled back to her and she looked back at the band but then turned back to the microphone.
"And before I forget-"
She held her hand out, moving it slowly from right to left. Finally she pointed back over to the main bar, specifically at Lex.
"Don't hesitate to put Mr. Luthor through the paces tonight behind my bar. Y'see, a few days ago I was ridin' out west of the city when I nearly ran right into another rider. I dodged him and kept goin', stoppin' at a creek about a mile away and the gentleman caught up with me. We had ourselves a nice little greet and chat and then well... we both got a little cocky and had ourselves a horse race."
A little wave of laughter went through them once again. Bobby clapped Lex's shoulder between making drinks as the attention was put on him by the boss.
"And let me tell y'all, don't challenge Lex Luthor to a horse race because you'll lose to him or you'll tie, there ain't no winnin' against that yankee. And not only that, but we was both slick enough to make a bet, well, actually, I was the one who suggested we make a bet, so that's on me."
The most enthused laughter among the crowd rolled through.
"My part of the bet was if he lost he had to come work a night in my club. His part of the bet was if I lost I had to wear a dress and hang out with his yankee ass."
Another enthused wave of laughter.
"So, we both won, we both lost, I hate ties and, by God, Mr. Luthor-"
Rooster looked over to him, a serious look upon her face.
"You better have my next drink ready after this song. And don't none of y'all tip 'im, I'll take care of that Got a real nice somethin' for 'im sittin' in my shop."
Rooster chuckled with the crowd and winked at Lex. She sighed and shook her head and looked back to the patrons.
"Thank y'all for joinin' us this evenin'. I'd like to dedicate this song to Mr. Luthor and the rest of y'all. I think you'll understand what I was gettin' at earlier when you hear this before I had to go grumblin' about that damn horse race."
Rooster looked to the band and adjusted the strap on her Taylor. She nodded to them. They were a large band, anyone that wasn't using their mouth to play their instrument had a microphone and would perform as back up singers. They were all dressed in black western suits while Rooster wore more colorful garb. She counted to four and soon the room erupted with the song she had been speaking of. Rooster sung it herself.
As Rooster had promised after they had that damned horse race a week ago, she had provided Lex a western shirt of her choosing as well as a pair of boots . She thought the cut and the colorof the shirt would suit him, given he had those emerald pair of eyes. Though, she told him earlier in the evening he might want to roll the sleeves up. The night before she'd spent in his place, not to mention, the twitter verse and a few tabloids had been awash with photos of the two of them out to dinner last night, there was a particularly popular photo of them clinking champagne glasses with those devilish little smirks of theirs and had become a meme by the afternoon. The meme seemed to take on captions that had them toasting to various, ridiculous, plots to take over the world. The trending hashtags of the day had been #lexluthor, #oneeyedbamf. Once the internet figured out who she was the hashtag #mizzstone rose in popularity.
The day after the next, Sunday, she would be heading home to Texas to tour her holdings and go to something in Dallas she apparently needed to be at. He'd have to wait until the next night or after her return to Gotham to hold her up to holding up her end of their bet. Thanks to the attention brought to her by tabloids, social media, and other sorts of things through the day, her clubs in Texas were already reporting in that they had been attracting even more attention today than usual. All the general managers of her Texas based clubs had each called her today saying they were being called about her by various media. She advised them to answer no questions about her personal life, but to, indeed, talk about the clubs. Free publicity was always a welcome thing.
While the band and she performed she couldn't help but notice a camera man and familiar locks of red hair off in the corner filming her and her little motley crew on stage. The cameraman also panned over to Lex getting slammed behind the bar. She didn't falter in her performance with the band. By the time they finished the song they were given applause, people dancing out on the floor stopped to applause as well. Rooster smiled a bit and gave a bow of her head.
She darted her eyes to the door, one of her bouncers was going after Summer and the cameraman. She gave a look over to Bobby and he was on it. He stopped the bouncer from bothering them and then gave a wink to Summer. The line to get into the club tonight was out the door and around the block, nearly. It was a packed house tonight.
She then looked to the crowd again with a smile.
"Me and the boys is gonna be takin' a little break, but I'm sure George wouldn't mind playin' somethin' up for y'all. GEORGE!"
When the young, mountain of a bar back looked over to Rooster she waved him over. He put his stuff down and pulled his rag from his back packet, wiping his hands before stepping on stage. Rooster handed the young man one of her guitars while she put the Taylor down. Once he was on stage he looked at the crowd, a group of girls made cat calls at him and he smirked awkwardly the way a young man on stage only could.
"Alright, cool, so yeah, umm.... Here we go!"
The young man began to play an acoustic cover of the first song that came to mind. The patrons ate it right up.
Rooster paused, on her way to the bar, and looked back at him with a smirk and a chuckle.
"Oh, little George, love that kid."
She remembered Summer and walked over.
"Miss Gleeson, how you doin' tonight, sugga? Hmm, you live, I need to watch my language, hmm?"
A little wave of laughter rolled through the patrons.
"Y'all just don't know, y'all. I mean, bein' from Texas is so very important to anyone that is from there. And there's a reason for it. And not only that, but when we're back home drivin' our trucks, shootin' our guns, and partyin' all night we can just tell when people ain't from Texas."
Another wave of quiet laughs.
"When people come from out of state we can just tell, even when they try to wear the clothes and put on the show. With that said, I think it is worth sayin' me and my crew stick out in Gotham like sore thumbs."
Another wave of laughs.
"But I think, aside from our looks and the way we dress, the thing that makes us stick out is our attitudes. We could give a damn who the hell you are, we'll still shake your hand and say hello and I have to say... y'all Gotham folk have a tendency to give us funny looks for that at times..."
A more vibrant wave of knowing laughter came from the crowd. Rooster smiled a bit.
"So this song, I'd like y'all to think of this as the way we view everyone else in the world."
Rooster smiled as the crowd smiled back to her and she looked back at the band but then turned back to the microphone.
"And before I forget-"
She held her hand out, moving it slowly from right to left. Finally she pointed back over to the main bar, specifically at Lex.
"Don't hesitate to put Mr. Luthor through the paces tonight behind my bar. Y'see, a few days ago I was ridin' out west of the city when I nearly ran right into another rider. I dodged him and kept goin', stoppin' at a creek about a mile away and the gentleman caught up with me. We had ourselves a nice little greet and chat and then well... we both got a little cocky and had ourselves a horse race."
A little wave of laughter went through them once again. Bobby clapped Lex's shoulder between making drinks as the attention was put on him by the boss.
"And let me tell y'all, don't challenge Lex Luthor to a horse race because you'll lose to him or you'll tie, there ain't no winnin' against that yankee. And not only that, but we was both slick enough to make a bet, well, actually, I was the one who suggested we make a bet, so that's on me."
The most enthused laughter among the crowd rolled through.
"My part of the bet was if he lost he had to come work a night in my club. His part of the bet was if I lost I had to wear a dress and hang out with his yankee ass."
Another enthused wave of laughter.
"So, we both won, we both lost, I hate ties and, by God, Mr. Luthor-"
Rooster looked over to him, a serious look upon her face.
"You better have my next drink ready after this song. And don't none of y'all tip 'im, I'll take care of that Got a real nice somethin' for 'im sittin' in my shop."
Rooster chuckled with the crowd and winked at Lex. She sighed and shook her head and looked back to the patrons.
"Thank y'all for joinin' us this evenin'. I'd like to dedicate this song to Mr. Luthor and the rest of y'all. I think you'll understand what I was gettin' at earlier when you hear this before I had to go grumblin' about that damn horse race."
Rooster looked to the band and adjusted the strap on her Taylor. She nodded to them. They were a large band, anyone that wasn't using their mouth to play their instrument had a microphone and would perform as back up singers. They were all dressed in black western suits while Rooster wore more colorful garb. She counted to four and soon the room erupted with the song she had been speaking of. Rooster sung it herself.
As Rooster had promised after they had that damned horse race a week ago, she had provided Lex a western shirt of her choosing as well as a pair of boots . She thought the cut and the colorof the shirt would suit him, given he had those emerald pair of eyes. Though, she told him earlier in the evening he might want to roll the sleeves up. The night before she'd spent in his place, not to mention, the twitter verse and a few tabloids had been awash with photos of the two of them out to dinner last night, there was a particularly popular photo of them clinking champagne glasses with those devilish little smirks of theirs and had become a meme by the afternoon. The meme seemed to take on captions that had them toasting to various, ridiculous, plots to take over the world. The trending hashtags of the day had been #lexluthor, #oneeyedbamf. Once the internet figured out who she was the hashtag #mizzstone rose in popularity.
The day after the next, Sunday, she would be heading home to Texas to tour her holdings and go to something in Dallas she apparently needed to be at. He'd have to wait until the next night or after her return to Gotham to hold her up to holding up her end of their bet. Thanks to the attention brought to her by tabloids, social media, and other sorts of things through the day, her clubs in Texas were already reporting in that they had been attracting even more attention today than usual. All the general managers of her Texas based clubs had each called her today saying they were being called about her by various media. She advised them to answer no questions about her personal life, but to, indeed, talk about the clubs. Free publicity was always a welcome thing.
While the band and she performed she couldn't help but notice a camera man and familiar locks of red hair off in the corner filming her and her little motley crew on stage. The cameraman also panned over to Lex getting slammed behind the bar. She didn't falter in her performance with the band. By the time they finished the song they were given applause, people dancing out on the floor stopped to applause as well. Rooster smiled a bit and gave a bow of her head.
She darted her eyes to the door, one of her bouncers was going after Summer and the cameraman. She gave a look over to Bobby and he was on it. He stopped the bouncer from bothering them and then gave a wink to Summer. The line to get into the club tonight was out the door and around the block, nearly. It was a packed house tonight.
She then looked to the crowd again with a smile.
"Me and the boys is gonna be takin' a little break, but I'm sure George wouldn't mind playin' somethin' up for y'all. GEORGE!"
When the young, mountain of a bar back looked over to Rooster she waved him over. He put his stuff down and pulled his rag from his back packet, wiping his hands before stepping on stage. Rooster handed the young man one of her guitars while she put the Taylor down. Once he was on stage he looked at the crowd, a group of girls made cat calls at him and he smirked awkwardly the way a young man on stage only could.
"Alright, cool, so yeah, umm.... Here we go!"
The young man began to play an acoustic cover of the first song that came to mind. The patrons ate it right up.
Rooster paused, on her way to the bar, and looked back at him with a smirk and a chuckle.
"Oh, little George, love that kid."
She remembered Summer and walked over.
"Miss Gleeson, how you doin' tonight, sugga? Hmm, you live, I need to watch my language, hmm?"