Introduction To Liam Finding His Service Animal

Liam awoke to his alarm like every morning, tired and groggy. Maybe a little hungover from going to the bar last night. He swung his feet off the edge of the bed and tousled his hair. Stretching and landing on the hardwood floor with a soft padding noise. It took him less than a few minutes to get dressed into his workout gear when a bandmate knocked on his door and ran off down the hall. Duty calls, he sighed heavily. Opening the door, a warm gust of air laced with sugar, greeted him. Breakfast wasn’t really his thing, but he did need to eat today. He waltzed down the hall to the stairwell, where his bandmate Boa stood, leaning on the railing.

“Morning sunshine” Boa said with a very heavy sarcastic tone.

“Yeah, yeah” Liam spoke in a sing song voice, He knew Boa was the one who knocked on his door, Last one up is always awoken by the first up. Band rules, well for the house at least. They both jogged down the steps, meeting the four other’s gazes.

“He Lives!” the shortest one, known as Viper, chimed in. He stood at the stove, cooking a very simple yet hearty breakfast. Eggs, bacon, rice, and sweetbread laid out across the island. Copper, King, and Python already stuffing their faces full of food.

“Hell of a night he must’ve had!” Boa jokingly wrapped his arm around Liam’s neck. “Came home around 3am? Was it?” With a nice big hug, he released Liam from his grasp, and ran straight to get food.

“Now if only he ever got actual hangovers!” Liam assumed it was Copper who said that, but they all sound the same when their mouths are stuffed full of their favorite foods. Liam nodded, grabbing an orange juice out of the fridge, and scooping a loaf of sweetbread off the counter. The group groaned at him, begging him to sit down. But he stood there next to Viper, happily chewing.

“Did you black out last night?” A concerned King asked, his mouth now empty. The whole group watching Liam’s every move, holding their breath.

Liam gulped down a chunk of bread and shook his head. “No, woke up to my meter telling me I was low again, just like every morning.” He cracked open the juice and lightly chugged down half the bottle. The groups faces turned from anticipation to anger. “What?!”

“Dude, you HAVE to get that taken care of… We don’t want to wake up one morning and you being dead because you forgot to take your meds” The group nodded in agreement with Viper.

“Listen if we have any free time today, I will go looking for that dog I promised I would get! But today is choreography day, I won’t have time…” He is now leaning on the counter, his forearms inches away from the plate of eggs.

The group consistently looked around between themselves and Liam, nodding and smiling. “What if we made you time today?” King chimed in. “Our manager is lenient with you Venom! She knows you need taken care of, and the only option is the dog right!?” This brought about a low smirk from Liam, his band mates still call him venom… how cute.

“How? This is day one of choreography and we only have a week to learn it. I can’t just go out, get a dog, and take care of it and me, ON TOP of learning a new dance set!” Liam stood back up and placed his hands on his hips. The group smiled, and whipped out their phones in unison, typing away frivolously. “Guys...” Only smiles showed on their faces [“GUYS?!”] They all placed their phones back into their original spots, and just stared at Liam. Seconds go by before Liam’s own phone starts to ring. “Tell me you didn’t…” He pulled his phone out of his sweatpants pocket, it was the manager. He was about to get an earful. He answered the call. [“HEY SURI!”] He said in a fake excitement.

[“The guys told me what happened Liam! Practice is CANCELLED till you go get that damn dog!”] She hung the phone up on him abruptly, and Liam stood there in shock.

“Fuck all of you” He shoved his phone back in his pocket and ran back upstairs for a change of clothes. The group was in an uproar of laughter, fading as he returned to his room. He ripped the t-shirt off his chest and grabbed a white mesh long sleeve, with a solid bottom half. It sported the Band’s logo on the front, also in white, meant to be a texture difference rather than plainly visible. He shuffled around to his dresser, pulling out the top drawer, grabbing a very faded and well-worn black beanie from it. He shoved it on his head, covering most of his brightly colored hair, a key identifier for his name and brand. Once satisfied with his attire, he flopped forward onto the bed. Once again pulling out his phone, this time to research places around him hosting adoptions today. Bingo… Pawsitive Pet Supply. He stuffed his phone away, and left for the store, snagging his mask and wallet before officially departing.