Tales of an Injured Fog Rat

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Redd and Lohn meet up for the first time since quarantine began. Lohn, at first craving a hug, soon realises he’s in need of more. Luckily Redd is just as desperate to be kissed and touched. But how many weeks have to pass before they're touch-starved enough to allow it to happen again? And what if they don’t need to be with each other, they just... want to?

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It was too hot inside. So Redd and Lohn were out on the porch, waiting. Listening to the stormchasers’ radio feed - a faint chatter, ongoing, all treble and no bass. Listening to the rain. (Redd tenderly gives Lohn a haircut, and somehow they end up kissing.)

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Right before a beach shoot for a music video, Lohn’s fiancée backs out of the production, and now the video is missing its romantic finale: a kiss. For the sake of Lohn’s passion project, Redd steps in. But one peck isn’t enough - they need multiple takes before the sun sets, and each feels more intense than the last. When Lohn returns at dawn, craving Redd’s touch despite being engaged to someone else, it’s clear they’ve crossed a line. Either they suppress their feelings, or their urges will ruin everything - including their friendship

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Lohn drops ice-cream on Redd by mistake. Then he licks it up on purpose.

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“Did you know,” Lohn said, voice dry and rough, not yet ready to be used, “back in the day, the golden age of Hollywood, or whatever folks call it, they weren’t allowed to show indecent things to the public. Kissin’, and that. So they’d show two people, like, sharing a drink from the same bottle.” Lohn handed back the cigarette, and Redd took it, tapping the ash off the balcony and into the pink sunrise before them. “Sharin’ a cigarette.”

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Lohn + lingerie = Lohngerie (lon·jer·ey) Lohn is meant to be buying fancy, frilly underwear for his wife, not himself. But he likes how it feels on him. And judging by how his best friend reacts when he tries the bralette in the store, Redd might like it even more. Now Lohn is caught between salvaging a lackluster marriage, and figuring out what... or who... he might want instead. Short on time before his wife gets home, he makes a frantic phone call to Redd, dressed up and desperate to know if he and Redd crave the same thing.

Returning to the Dollywood theme park after his second divorce, Lohn struggles to enjoy a weekend of rollercoasters and cinnamon bread the same way he once did, despite his best friend’s efforts. He’s convinced that the kind of love he craves will elude him forever. But when a couple of tourists get him and Redd to pose for a photo, an intimate opportunity presents itself, and Lohn can’t pass it up. Maybe after eight years, two divorces, and one kiss from Redd’s lips, something good might finally take.

Ain’t it strange how, half the time, the moon’s up in the day, and nobody talks about it?

This redneck, mullet-rocking country music duo is stuck in a creative rut. Looking for inspiration beyond his broken marriage, Lohn Lightning finds it: his best friend, Redd ‘Rabbit Claw’ Moonshine, by his side as they tour from dive bar to drag club to bargain motel and back. A one-week echo of old times turns into a thundering revival of what existence, intimacy, and music could be for both of them, if only they could quit caring what other people might think if they change.