Very short chapter I know, I'm sorry!
Maka scowled as she took her third shot. The three idiots were on stage finishing a song before they were allowed a break. They were playing 'Miss the Misery' by Halestrom. They were pretty good it was just their damn band name. Patty gave a huge giggled and wave at Maka and Tsubaki; Maka forced a smile. The three slowly started to file off the stage taking their break.
Maka asked the bartender for another shot when Soul came up and took it from the bartender. Maka sneered at him. "As much as I would love to see little miss Tiny tits wasted Liz told me to keep an eye on you."
Maka scoffed. "How was she able to say that with Kid's tounge stuffed down her throat?" Tsubaki slowly stood up to dance with Blackstar and escape any awkward.
Soul clucked. "Jeez how far is that stick up your ass?"
"MAKA-CHOP!"
"HAHAHA You got hit again!" Patty laughed from across the club where she was bugging Chorna.
Soul stood up rubbing his head. "I got to go back on stage don't do anything you will regret." Soul mumbled to her brushing her hair out of her face. Maka looked at him in surprise at the gesture but kept her mouth shut just nodding her head.
Patty ran up to the mic. "You ready?! HEHE... This song is for one of my best friends Maka Albarn, it her birthday tonight; can you all wish her, her best eighteenth birthday ever?!" Everyone cheered some yelling Maka's name. Patty smiled. "Alright the song is Fighting for nothing' by Meg and Dia!" Soul stared playing the keyboard and Patty slowly strummed her guitar. She went up to the mic and started singing. Blackstar soon joined on the drums.
When I was younger,
I wish that I would have known better.
Better love makes a fat romance,
that lasts for more than a shoe shine.
Im older, took all the words of my mother, saying,
It could be worse,
could be born with that disease,
instead of catching it first.
So lets go back, to the first time,
that I met you, in your Chevy,
with your hands stretched,
and me crying, screaming, Mercy. Mercy.
But I know that, I was put here, to fight Vikings
in the cold war, with my arms out,
in the front lines, singing, Dare me. Dare me.
But these things take time love.
These things take backbone.
And theyll tell you what you want to hear
cause they think its better. Better.
But you better know how to point out the liars.
Youve got to weigh your wars make sure youre not fighting for nothing. Nothing.
Are you fighting for nothing?
It feels like this world has been
growing slowly upside down.
Maybe I should move to China,
and straighten this mess out.
Maybe Ill be a poet.
Watch all the sky for falling words.
And write about my grandmas curtains,
or the lady who put the Chinese buffet in her purse.
Ive got my mouth.
Its a weapon. Its a bombshell.
Its a cannon. Ive got my words.
I wont give them mercy. Mercy.
But these things take time love.
These things take backbone.
And theyll tell you what you want to hear
cause they think its better. Better.
But you better know how to point out the liars.
Youve got to weigh your wars make sure youre not fighting for nothing. Nothing.
Are you fighting for nothing?
Ive got my words. I hope they hurt you.
I hope they scar you. I hope they heal you.
I hope they cut you open,
make you see youve been warring
for all the wrong reasons.
Make you see that some things are worth bruising for.
Make you see that your name is your honor code.
Make you see that your hands youre accounted for.
Pick and choose where your sweat and your blood will go.
Make you see your lifes not to be lived alone.
Run their spit through your hair, youre worth nothing. Nothing.
But these things take time love.
These things take backbone.
And they'll tell you what you want to hear
cause they think it's better. Better.
But you better know how to point out the liars.
Youve got to weigh your wars make sure youre not fighting for nothing. Nothing.
Are you fighting for nothing?
Maka waited and stayed to say goodbye her friends thanking The stars and giraffes over and over, but really all she wanted to do was head home. She finally got to escape the loud club only to walk home. Or she would have ended up walking home if it wasn't for him. Soul came racing over on his motorcycle and asked her if she wanted a ride. Maka wasn't sure if it was that very moment that their lives between intertwined or if it was when she first looked into his crimson eyes.
It's not the end although it sounds like it is... I have really bad writers block so if you guys would mind giving me ideas that would be awesome!