It was hot as balls in Birmingham last night, and the A/C wasn’t working. I documented it. I’m happy to be of service.
She responds immediately.
Lola
Any chance you could sabotage the HVAC every night? Because that last video is A CLIT TICKLER. HELLO Jesse. I’m so jealous.
Praise from Lola often comes creatively packaged. But when she’s right, she’s right.
Guess who’s coming to the show tonight?
Lola
The way your luck’s going lately? Taylor Swift. And Harry Styles.
Close. Good Guy.
Lola
SHUT UP!
He should be here any minute. He decided to take a road trip.
Lola
Selfies or it didn’t happen!
That’s not a bad idea. I need to start documenting this trip. I’ll never get this opportunity again.
I’ll make an exception for Good Guy.
Lola
That a girl!
Curious, I open Thicker Than Water’s account to check their follower count. And promptly spray every last drop of water inmy mouth all over the bar top. As I’m hastily mopping it up with a stack of cocktail napkins, Ever drops on to the stool next to me.
His lopsided smile greets me, and the voice that invades my dreams says, “Either something really good or something really bad just happened. I’m trying to decide which one.”
I wipe my phone, slant the screen, and point to their follower count. It’s skyrocketed to 800k.
“Damn,” he whispers. “What brought that on?”
I tap on the video I took from side-stage and posted for them early this morning. Jesse and Ever closed out their set with an acoustic cover of “Killing the Sun” by Rook. Not only was the performance epic because the song is an anthem that’s been around for a decade and the entire crowd sang along, but by that point in the night, Jesse had abandoned his sweat-soaked T-shirt. Women were ready to storm the stage. The heat, the song, the animal magnetism of the brothers, and the muscled torso were a pheromone. Their confidence on stage is growing nightly, but last night they leveled up. Everyone in the place felt it.
I hit play and turn the volume up because it’s obvious by the look on his face he hasn’t seen it yet. I know he doesn’t look at their social media often, so it doesn’t surprise me.
He watches for a few seconds and then laughs softly. “What a dick.” It’s said lovingly, though. Brother-speak for,I love this guy.
I point at the number of views and his eyes widen. It’s been viewed 1.3 million times and shared 550k times in a little under twelve hours.
He shakes his head and says, “Let’s be real, that’s all due to Jess’s dedication to daily push-ups and crunches. And a classic fucking song.”
I shrug. “Objectively, that helps. My sister was more than happy to verify that fact in the text she just sent.”
“What did she say?”
I shake my head. “You don’t wanna know. Lola has no filter.”
