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Rockstar AU for Raye
Mar. 5th, 2016 08:35 pmOliver always did well with new assignments. He was always Billy's first pick when a band needed special handling of any sort, especially while on tour or attending other events. He was always willing to provide far more than merely security, regardless of what those needs were. Anything to keep the band happy when their unconventional manager wasn't around. But this new assignment had him stumped. A trio out of Kentucky. Tough as nails, and able to handle just about anything.
After a few weeks on the road, Oliver couldn't quite figured out why this group needed his special touch. They were reclusive and closed off, but not in a way that seemed like it required him to dig deeper. He'd started to wonder if it was just a joke from the Scotsman, given his vague similarity to the band's frontman. It wasn't until he outright asked Billy in a text what he was there for that he got his reason. "Watch Tim," was all Billy said. But that's all Oliver needed.
He watched and he listened. It didn't take long to see how the younger man followed his bandmate like a lost puppy dog. The way Tim tolerated Raylan's belligerent bullshit had seemed like the long suffering of old friends. But upon seeing it in this new light, it looked completely different. There wasn't a tension to the longing he saw in Tim, but it looked like the start of something that could potentially do some damage if not addressed. How had he not seen it before?
At their next stop, there weren't enough rooms in the hotel for the band to all get their own. A lot of the crew were crammed four or more to a room already. Typically Oliver took a cot or couch in one of the less private rooms, but he seized on the opportunity to change it up. He and Tim were assigned a room with one bed. He'd likely end up on the floor, but it might give them a chance to talk.
"Here we are," he announced, handing over a keycard to Tim. "Home sweet home for the next four days."
After a few weeks on the road, Oliver couldn't quite figured out why this group needed his special touch. They were reclusive and closed off, but not in a way that seemed like it required him to dig deeper. He'd started to wonder if it was just a joke from the Scotsman, given his vague similarity to the band's frontman. It wasn't until he outright asked Billy in a text what he was there for that he got his reason. "Watch Tim," was all Billy said. But that's all Oliver needed.
He watched and he listened. It didn't take long to see how the younger man followed his bandmate like a lost puppy dog. The way Tim tolerated Raylan's belligerent bullshit had seemed like the long suffering of old friends. But upon seeing it in this new light, it looked completely different. There wasn't a tension to the longing he saw in Tim, but it looked like the start of something that could potentially do some damage if not addressed. How had he not seen it before?
At their next stop, there weren't enough rooms in the hotel for the band to all get their own. A lot of the crew were crammed four or more to a room already. Typically Oliver took a cot or couch in one of the less private rooms, but he seized on the opportunity to change it up. He and Tim were assigned a room with one bed. He'd likely end up on the floor, but it might give them a chance to talk.
"Here we are," he announced, handing over a keycard to Tim. "Home sweet home for the next four days."
