sadly, yes, I am writing more of this

[skoosiepants]

This is something I'm calling my Able-bodied Men 'verse. A band!AU, which will hopefully be nothing like trinityofone's band!AU (which I totally loved, yet I really didn't get any joy out of that, plus that John completely baffled me). Also, I'm attempting scene-like things, which I probably won't acheive, being that I am patently uncool, but *shrugs* Here's a short, short snippet:

John first meets McKay at a party. John’s pretty trashed. McKay insults his pants and tugs on his belt loop, and John’s kinda certain he flirts shamelessly, even though he doesn’t remember exactly what happens. McKay never brings it up.

The second time they meet, John has his iPod on, at the back of Wayne’s Music Plus, improvising rhythm under Sabotage on a crappy set of used drums. He’s got his eyes closed, and McKay scares the shit out of him by slapping the back of his head.

“Hey,” he says when he’s finally gotten John’s attention. “You play for anyone?”

John grins, because McKay is all cheekbones and soft, curly hair, and his mouth slants down on one side. “Myself.”

“Funny.” He rolls his eyes. “You’re not the worst I’ve heard, so.” He hands John a torn sheet of notebook paper, a barely legible name and number on it. “If you’re interested.”

John calls that night. The number is Bates’ cell, and Bates tells him to stop by for practice the next day in a gruff, bored voice. He almost doesn’t go, but then he remembers McKay in his threadbare t-shirt, and his keen blue eyes.