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>>66362249
>"So, what the fuck is a swamp baby, exactly?"
>Fang punctuated the question by taking a long drag of their cigarette, raising a brow over at their fellow frontman.
>Frontwoman?
>People had a hard time telling with Nick sometimes.
>The azure alligator squinted, pursing her own light in her lips as she gestured down at herself.
>"I mean, Baryonyx love the swamp, I'm the one that founded the band, seemed kinda natural."
>"They aren't Barys though," Fang pointed out, jamming a finger in the direction of the front entrance of the venue they were currently leaning against.
>Trish was currently screaming her head off Curtis, the Yakuza wannabe returning insults with equal degrees of passion and overdramatic waves of his inked-up arms. Reed and Trent were lost in their own little worlds as their friends squabbled--Trent to his favorite congolese strip mining forum, Reed to his latest thermos of carfe.
>The two bands had happened upon one another by sheer happenstance about twenty minutes ago, having both approached the same bar, at the same time, to try and secure a gig.
>Shrieking quickly broke out from the smaller of the two triggers. Fang, too tired to care, had stalked away to smoke a dart until the situation blew over.
>They hadn't expected Nick to follow soon after, quietly asking to bum a cig.
>Silence had quickly given way to ribbing.
>"Yeah, maybe not," Nick admitted with a shrug. "They still liked it though. Sounded kinda grungy, I guess."
>She sneered at the monochromatic guitarist as she added, "Not sure you have any fuckin' ground to stand on when it comes to names though, buddy."
>Fang scoffed. "What's wrong with our band's name? It's unique."
>"Worm Drama," Nick simply replied. Fang immediately opened their mouth, only for the Baryonyx to jam her hand up, snickering as she spoke further.
>"Ah, nah, sorry, lemme correct myself. VUH-VURM Drama," she grinned as she purposefully pronounced both of the Vs.
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>"So, what the fuck is a swamp baby, exactly?"
>Fang punctuated the question by taking a long drag of their cigarette, raising a brow over at their fellow frontman.
>Frontwoman?
>People had a hard time telling with Nick sometimes.
>The azure alligator squinted, pursing her own light in her lips as she gestured down at herself.
>"I mean, Baryonyx love the swamp, I'm the one that founded the band, seemed kinda natural."
>"They aren't Barys though," Fang pointed out, jamming a finger in the direction of the front entrance of the venue they were currently leaning against.
>Trish was currently screaming her head off Curtis, the Yakuza wannabe returning insults with equal degrees of passion and overdramatic waves of his inked-up arms. Reed and Trent were lost in their own little worlds as their friends squabbled--Trent to his favorite congolese strip mining forum, Reed to his latest thermos of carfe.
>The two bands had happened upon one another by sheer happenstance about twenty minutes ago, having both approached the same bar, at the same time, to try and secure a gig.
>Shrieking quickly broke out from the smaller of the two triggers. Fang, too tired to care, had stalked away to smoke a dart until the situation blew over.
>They hadn't expected Nick to follow soon after, quietly asking to bum a cig.
>Silence had quickly given way to ribbing.
>"Yeah, maybe not," Nick admitted with a shrug. "They still liked it though. Sounded kinda grungy, I guess."
>She sneered at the monochromatic guitarist as she added, "Not sure you have any fuckin' ground to stand on when it comes to names though, buddy."
>Fang scoffed. "What's wrong with our band's name? It's unique."
>"Worm Drama," Nick simply replied. Fang immediately opened their mouth, only for the Baryonyx to jam her hand up, snickering as she spoke further.
>"Ah, nah, sorry, lemme correct myself. VUH-VURM Drama," she grinned as she purposefully pronounced both of the Vs.
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