Reunion [Luna/Lyra/Lemy][tlvg]

>Luna’s band is finishing up a reunion tour
>Last Stop is Ford Stadium in Detroit
>Lincoln drives Lemy and Lyra to event
>Lyra attempts to get out of it; church stuff, school project, dentist’s appointment
>Lincoln shuts it down; it’s Friday, it’s the weekend, you saw the dentist last month
>So, they load up into Vanzilla and head for Detroit and arrive at the stadium without a problem
>They pick up their backstage passes and head for the backstage while the warm-up is still tuning their equipment
>Luna is sipping a beer and shooting the shit with Chunk, finally got clean for the tour, she lights up when she sees her kids
>”Ohmigodmiibabies!” Luna squeals as her arms sweep around her children
>Lemy dives into the hug and returns it enthusiastically, while Lyra is a bit more passive
>”How was the drive? Not too bad? Do you think you can make the drive back tonight? You can stay on the bus.” Luna blathers.
>”It’s fine, it’s fine. I’m sure I have another all-nighter drive in me.” Lincoln winks.
>”Alright, I believe you. Make yourself at home, Linc. I’m gonna be too busy eaten up these little punks!” Luna says as she rustles Lemy’s hair
>Lincoln looks to Lyra, who sports a scowl, before going to look for a beer, Chunk leaves with him
>”How’s everything? I know I called last night, but, y’know, can’t be too sure.”
>”I’m so excited for the concert! It’s my first one!”
>”First one you can remember, little buddy. You were a toddler last time. You looked so cute in your headphones!” Luna says
>”And little Lyra was there too! And uh...” Luna looked to Lyra, but looked away
>”What? Finish the thought.” Lyra suggests
>”Well, uh...” Luna stammers
>”Little fuzzy?” Lyra suggests venom on her tongue. “Let me help. You were blitzed. You puked on stage. You didn’t even want to see us after, because we quote ‘cramp your style’!”
>”Lyra, that’s pretty-“
>”Uncool? Unfair? Well, fuck you, Luna!”
>Lyra runs off before Luna can say anything else
>But she’s not going to throw herself into that throng of sinners
>She waits for Lincoln by this set of trunks
>”Hey!” Lyra hears a voice from behind her
>”It’s little Lyra! Long time no see! Get in here.”
>Before she knows it, Lyra is swept up into a hug
>She’s able to wedge herself apart enough to see that it’s Sam
>Great
>”Whats up with you?” Sam says before taking a sip of a mixed drink. “High school, right?”
>”You don’t have to talk to me, just because you and... Luna used to...” Lyra looks around uneasily
>”Of course I do, you saved my life.” Sam says as she tightens the hug back up.
>”What’re you talking about?” Lyra is confused by the comment and the contact.
>”Well, your mom got clean for you guys, it took her a while and there were hiccups, but it was about you and Lemy. And I got clean for her.”
>Lyra is quiet for a moment. “She doesn’t act like it. She is still on the road, she still drinks; I’m sick of it.”
>”Well, I guess I understand. But, what can I say, besides, love the sinner, hate the sin? Right?” Sam says as she lets go. “You better at least stay for the show I had to learn new lyrics.”
>Sam walks off and leaves Lyra by the luggage who thinks for a moment and walks away.