in the long run,,

[Sebastian Fraser]

Seb honestly didn't know how to handle this. Alright, he did, actually. He was a musician, a professional. He should have known where to draw the line between his social life, as what happened at work. And no, we're not talking about that part-time bar job of his either. Sebastian had dealt with the teeny-boppers at his gigs before. He had managed drunk, older ladies too. He even knew how to be sweet and sincere when telling girls around his own age that he wasn't interested. But yet, why was it such at issue, right here, right now? The four girls that crowed his view from the rest of the audience. Their grins seemed to light up the room, and blind his better judgment. He smiled nervously back at them, as a sea of questions came his way.

"How old are you? Oh my god, did you know how cute you are! How long have you sung? Did it take you ages to be that good at guitar? Do you wanna drink? Will you sign my shirt?! Do you need somewhere to stay tonight? Hey, heres my number!" And all he did was grin like a school boy who was being promised candy, toys, and a pet dog. God, it was pretty pathetic. The young man blinked at them, as they paused to possibly think of any other questions to ask him, before Seb held up his hands. "If I buy you four a drink each, will you hold up the questions?" they shriek in delight, as Seb ushered them to the bar, while he ordered some drinks to put on his tab, and took in the sight of the four grinning teens before him. Drinking lemonade, mind you, he wouldn't have any underage drinking. They were just fan girls, he knew that, but lately, with his busy life, it was hard to see past that.

They would have just graduated from high school, if that, and he knew that someone even two years his junior was too young. The blond one looked the eldest, she was even about the same height as Luce. And thats when he remembered. Luce. God, he was an idiot. He had a girlfriend. And no, he hadn't forgotten about her, but he was just so used to separating his social life, and his professional mannerism when working. Starring at the four numbers written across his two hands, Sebastian bit his lip, and set down his drink. Just as he was about to lean back, a series of events unfold, that not even the youth would have been able to prevent, had to realized them sooner.

The two girls that he had just leaned between caught eye contact, giggled, and leaned in ask him another question. Seb turned to his right, bumping heads with the girl closet to him. And a beautiful, French blond, just so happened to walk through the door. And what a sight it would be to see. The look of utter shame and horror that crossed Sebastian's face, as he looked at his girlfriend of months. Seb straightened up, looking at her, his face, and mind, blank. Oh, boy. A simple mistake could be the end of this all.

[Luce Beauvais]

Luce could have killed herself. She knew that Sebastian was performing that night at the Leaky Cauldron and she had gone and gotten herself piles, for once that was literal, and piles of paper work. It seemed that a couple of people had died that day, and heck, why not pour it all onto the intern? She wouldn't mind. But oh boy did she mind. She loved listening to Sebastian sing, publicly that was, she could get her own private show anytime she wanted, which was actually a lot of the time. Luce liked nothing more than to go to sleep hearing the sweet music, something that she had expected to continue as they grew old together.

Luce was so glad that she met Sebastian. She always believed that there was one person put out on the world to be your soul mate, it was God's challenge to them. There were many people that would pose as that, but you had to trust your instinct and throw away those pretenders. Luce had never really had a strong relationship with anybody until she met Sebastian; she always attracted the wrong sort of guys, people you wouldn't even trust, let alone date. But she was one of those girls that always tried to prove people wrong, and rebelling like that only came with the persona.

Pushing her foot hurriedly into her gold gladiator type shoes, Luce picked up her clutch and ran out the door, clapping her 'clap' lamp off as she ran, Luce smiled. She looked nice, and she wanted to. She liked impressing Sebastian, he always made her feel like she was beautiful. Running out of the hospital, Luce knew it wasn't far to the bar, and she could walk it pretty easily. The sun wasn't in her eyes, in fact it was pretty close to setting, but it was the look she was going for, so Luce threw on her new sunglasses, which matched her outfit.

Pushing open the door as she rounded the corner, Luce smiled a few people she had passed by on the street from time to time, before her eyes settled on Sebastian. Good old Sebastian, just being nice to people. Well, that was Luce's first thought, but that was before she noticed the body language, the way he was leaning in, and the head bop. Raising her eyebrow just slightly, Luce turned and left the bar, as angry as she'd ever been. This was Sebastian, nice, happy, trustworthy Sebastian. The guy she would die for, the person she loved. Luce didn't know what to think, but she knew that she did not want to speak to that person, no matter what guy it was.

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[Sebastian Fraser]

Since having gotten halfway through his first song, Sebastian had ditched the dressy jacket from his outfit, now in the comfortable clothes he wore. But, at the current stage, he had no idea where his jacket was. The youth had thrown it onto the side of the stage, but with the growing audience at the front of the pub, it could have been moved, or snagged. Which was kind of disappointing - that was one of his favorite jackets. Luce's too, if he did recall. She had pointed out that it highlighted his eyes, when on their first date together, and even now, when looking at his girlfriend in the doorway, felt the floor drop from under him.

The young adult swore rather profoundly, sighing and stepping to chase after her. But within a split second, one of the girls had reached out, grabbing at his arm. "Aw, sweetheart, she's not coming back. Why don't you stay here?" Seb resisted the urge to laugh right there and then. "No, thanks. See that guy over there, my drummer? He's single, and looking." the hint was obvious enough, and even in the boy's moment of bitterness to this innocent girl (well, somewhat innocent anyway) he still had that hint of kindness when telling her to venture elsewhere. Leaving his guitar and backpack on the stage for his manage to collect, and his jacket where-ever it was, Seb ripped out the doorway.

"Luce!" he called out, desperate feelings spilling out into his tone. He knew what she saw, and what it would have looked like. But in all honesty, Sebastian hadn't cheated on her. He wasn't hitting on those girls, and though he knew they were attractive, that didn't mean he would have even considered anything more with them. Besides, they were just tender fan girls. He ran to catch up with the french girl, of whom he knew he did love, through and through. At this point though, the boy knew that someone as stubborn as Luce was going to be hard to convince otherwise, in a situation like this.

"Luce, come on. Whats going on?" he asked her, turning and stepping so he stopped her in her path - where ever she was going. Probably away from him, Seb guessed.