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Title: Tiny Dancer
'Verse/characters: Dave Slayer, Amanda Slayer
Prompt: 089. Work
Word Count: 722
Rating: G
Notes: In this one, Amanda is approximately fourteen months old.
"Claire..look I know your job's stressful and you need to unwind, but...you most certainly did not tell me you were planning this weeks ago. If you had, I would have found a sitter. We're playing at the Lampost tonight and...it's a bar Claire, I can't take her...well I guess you're right, thanks to your selfishness I will have to take *our* daughter into a very adult establishment. Have fun with your friends" Dave slammed the phone down, sighing as he ran his long fingers through his brown hair. That woman was going to be the death of him.
He looked up immediately when he heard a click against the linoleum. He smiled when he saw Amanda, sitting in her high chair smiling proudly when she saw that he'd noticed the spoon she'd dropped on the floor. He shook his head, walking over to pick up the utensil.
"You, my dear, are anything but subtle."
"Sul?"
Dave laughed, setting the spoon in the sink before lifting Amanda from the chair.
"C'mon, we've gotta get you cleaned up and then Daddy needs to get ready for work."
"Uh, Dave..."
"I know, I know, I promised I'd keep family and band life separate, but Claire went out drinking with her friends. Supposedly she gave me warning weeks ago, but..." Dave snorted, handing his guitar to Steve, the drummer, and then unbuckled Amanda's car seat. He laughed softly at Amanda's confused glance and noise when she saw Steve. He lifted her up, cradling her close.
"Sorry about this Pearlie-girl, but thanks to Mommy being a complete goof, you're going to have to spend some time with Daddy's crazy friends."
Amanda just buried her face in Dave's shoulder, gripping his jacket tight in her tiny hands. Dave sighed, clumsily taking his guitar from Steve's hands.
"Don't worry, everything'll be fine. She's just shy" he answered to Steve's concerned glance. Steve just rolled his eyes and walked inside.
It turned out that Dave's worst worry, the effect all these drunks and illicit people would have on Amanda, was the least of his troubles. He knew she was clingy, but this was terrible. It had taken ten minutes from their warm up time trying to get her to let go of him and then to get her to stop crying after this was accomplished. It tore his heart to pieces seeing her like that. She was usually so docile around him, the only time she really threw tantrums like that was when Claire was trying to interact with her in that completely impersonal Claire like way. He didn't like the thought that Amanda probably thought of him as that cold, distant parent right now; not one little bit. But he couldn't think about that right now. He had to work, and even if it upset her sometimes, it was for his daughter's sake.
Usually he threw his heart and soul into his music, but tonight even though his mind was there, playing the right chords and saying the right words, the rest of him was focused on Amanda. Through the entire set he was watching her from where she was being held in the arms of one of the waitresses. For the first twenty minutes she was sulking, whimpering a little and occasionally trying to wrestle out of the woman's arms. But after awhile she calmed down, and by the end the happy look on her face brought a smile to Dave's. She probably didn't know yet that most of the songs were about her, but the fact that hearing him sing obviously made her happy was more than enough.
The instant he was off stage Dave ran over to the young waitress, who gladly handed Amanda to him. He laughed a little when she clapped her hands when she saw him and squealed in her high yet sweet little voice.
"Day sing!"
He grinned at her odd amalgamation of 'Daddy' and 'Dave', cuddling her close.
"Mmm, well at least one little critic likes me" 'and the most important one', he thought.
"You ready to go home Mand?"
For an answer, Amanda leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes, sticking her thumb in her mouth. Dave smiled, holding her close to his chest as he walked out to the car. He'd have to take her to work more often.
100originalficsTitle: Tiny Dancer
'Verse/characters: Dave Slayer, Amanda Slayer
Prompt: 089. Work
Word Count: 722
Rating: G
Notes: In this one, Amanda is approximately fourteen months old.
"Claire..look I know your job's stressful and you need to unwind, but...you most certainly did not tell me you were planning this weeks ago. If you had, I would have found a sitter. We're playing at the Lampost tonight and...it's a bar Claire, I can't take her...well I guess you're right, thanks to your selfishness I will have to take *our* daughter into a very adult establishment. Have fun with your friends" Dave slammed the phone down, sighing as he ran his long fingers through his brown hair. That woman was going to be the death of him.
He looked up immediately when he heard a click against the linoleum. He smiled when he saw Amanda, sitting in her high chair smiling proudly when she saw that he'd noticed the spoon she'd dropped on the floor. He shook his head, walking over to pick up the utensil.
"You, my dear, are anything but subtle."
"Sul?"
Dave laughed, setting the spoon in the sink before lifting Amanda from the chair.
"C'mon, we've gotta get you cleaned up and then Daddy needs to get ready for work."
"Uh, Dave..."
"I know, I know, I promised I'd keep family and band life separate, but Claire went out drinking with her friends. Supposedly she gave me warning weeks ago, but..." Dave snorted, handing his guitar to Steve, the drummer, and then unbuckled Amanda's car seat. He laughed softly at Amanda's confused glance and noise when she saw Steve. He lifted her up, cradling her close.
"Sorry about this Pearlie-girl, but thanks to Mommy being a complete goof, you're going to have to spend some time with Daddy's crazy friends."
Amanda just buried her face in Dave's shoulder, gripping his jacket tight in her tiny hands. Dave sighed, clumsily taking his guitar from Steve's hands.
"Don't worry, everything'll be fine. She's just shy" he answered to Steve's concerned glance. Steve just rolled his eyes and walked inside.
It turned out that Dave's worst worry, the effect all these drunks and illicit people would have on Amanda, was the least of his troubles. He knew she was clingy, but this was terrible. It had taken ten minutes from their warm up time trying to get her to let go of him and then to get her to stop crying after this was accomplished. It tore his heart to pieces seeing her like that. She was usually so docile around him, the only time she really threw tantrums like that was when Claire was trying to interact with her in that completely impersonal Claire like way. He didn't like the thought that Amanda probably thought of him as that cold, distant parent right now; not one little bit. But he couldn't think about that right now. He had to work, and even if it upset her sometimes, it was for his daughter's sake.
Usually he threw his heart and soul into his music, but tonight even though his mind was there, playing the right chords and saying the right words, the rest of him was focused on Amanda. Through the entire set he was watching her from where she was being held in the arms of one of the waitresses. For the first twenty minutes she was sulking, whimpering a little and occasionally trying to wrestle out of the woman's arms. But after awhile she calmed down, and by the end the happy look on her face brought a smile to Dave's. She probably didn't know yet that most of the songs were about her, but the fact that hearing him sing obviously made her happy was more than enough.
The instant he was off stage Dave ran over to the young waitress, who gladly handed Amanda to him. He laughed a little when she clapped her hands when she saw him and squealed in her high yet sweet little voice.
"Day sing!"
He grinned at her odd amalgamation of 'Daddy' and 'Dave', cuddling her close.
"Mmm, well at least one little critic likes me" 'and the most important one', he thought.
"You ready to go home Mand?"
For an answer, Amanda leaned against his shoulder and closed her eyes, sticking her thumb in her mouth. Dave smiled, holding her close to his chest as he walked out to the car. He'd have to take her to work more often.
