Missy listened attentively, glad to see the young man pull out of being quiet. "We should sneak you into Rekker's studio. He's obsessive about V guitars. Bjorn's probably seen how many he has."
She sipped her drink and felt a mischievous grin come on while she glanced at Bjorn. "I play a custom Warlock usually, but sometimes a Gibson Explorer." She does start laughing. "Bjorn better get used to heavy metal guitar. He's in bed with one of the fastest and heaviest playing guitarists in the industry."
She could talk guitars too, not as much as Rekker, but she could definitely hold her own.
"His studio? Oh. I'd like that. Bjorn has been in his studio since he's told all of us about how impressive it is. One day I'd love to see Rekker's V's and all the other guitars he's got."
Sipping his drink, he nodded, pleased that Missy was telling him all of this. She liked guitars too? This was good. Custom guitars were always special and Ulrik had partially designed the polka dots design on his own V when he had it made.
"My V is partially made to my design but I am no guitar-maker. Uh--Instrumentmakare? Mine has white polka dots on a matt black base colour. She is fantastic at raw energetic sounds."
Bjorn would indeed have to get used to hearing heavy metal because Rekker was in thrash and that was fast and raw. Ulrik knew that much.
"Bjorn, are you going to Rekker's when we leave?" She asked. If he was then maybe they could head in for a little while to have a look at the studio. Missy had made a job of talking to and helping younger or newer bands make their way. It was a lot of things including equipment, though Dee managed finances.
"I guess we'll be seeing each other's guitars soon since our singers can't bear to stay out of each other's beds." She was poking fun at Bjorn, teasing, even if it was an honest answer since they would be touring together soon. "Rekker builds them from the ground up, carves the body and the works. That's why I love my warlock. She was carved to fit me perfectly, fit to my body."
Missy loved her guitar and then she motioned at Dee. "Dee had him make this fucking bat shaped bass. Are you going to bring your bat along?" Missy hoped so because it was a truly unique guitar.
"What's that, honey? Oh back to Rekker's? Fuck yeah. I can't keep away. You want me to show Ulrik around his studio if I ask the ginger bastard nicely?"
The singer did gather what the conversation was about even if he was currently throwing whiskey down his throat like shots. Filling one glass up then getting the bottle and refilling at speed. At this rate he would soon be drunk and getting closer to being trashed. The young guitarist's eyes were alight with excitement at Missy's words regarding her custom built guitar.
"It sounds so cool. A bat?"
Bjorn leaned over and ruffled up his guitarist's long hair, giggling while sticking his tongue out at Lars, who was sipping his whiskey whilst giving off tarty looks. Some other patrons were staring at the loud Scandis, eyeing up Bjorn and talking among each other in hushed voices. Lars noticed this and scowled.
"We can ask, if he doesn't show up here when they get back from the coast." Missy mentioned because she assumed Rekker would come looking for his partner. THe man was too jealous to stay away.
"Dee, do you have a picture of it?" She asked while watching the ginger lean forward scrolling through her phone to show Ulrik the bass.
"Here she is." Dee was very proud of her bass, loved it. "I have a coffin and a crescent moon too." Dee liked the shaped guitars.
Missy and Dee both looked up at the group looking their way. Missy shook her head but Dee spoke up. "They're either trying to figure out if you're in a band or single. They better hope the green eyed monster doesn't walk in and see it."
"The boys are at the coast? Aw, makes me want to strip off naked and run into the beach to find Rekker!"
Bjorn giggled and slugged down another glass of booze enjoying himself. Lars just rolled his eyes while Ulrik was still glued to pictures on Dee's phone. Wow. That bass---just amazing! Sigurd would love to see a bass guitar like that and it was a shame he wasn't here tonight because he would get on with Missy and Dee.
"It's a shame Sigurd, our bassist, isn't here tonight. He loves bass guitars and talks forever about them. We left him back at the hotel talking to the bassists from the other bands."
It was his choice and Bjorn was now frowning at Dee's words regarding the stares they were getting, or rather, he was getting. Fucking rude! The singer turned around to face the staring group of guys and put his hands on his hips.
"Don't you know it's fucking rude to stare, bitches? We're having a nice group chat here so why don't you suck each other's cocks and piss off."
Lars snorted out a laugh and downed his booze in one. Ulrik looked up wide-eyed and knew things might go south with the singer getting riled up and more drunk. How much had he drunk? The girls might be in for a treat. The guys laughed and one of them stepped forwards; a tall rather tarty looking man dressed in a pink sparkly shirt with tight white pants.
"We're trying to work out if you're a boy or a girl, sweetie. My friends and I also want to know if the young blond wants to come back to our place tonight."
Both Lars and Ulrik glanced between each other, clearly outraged at this.
"I'm surprised you haven't gone naked to the beaches with him yet." Dee giggled because she knew Rekker loved the water, could easily imagine him taking a lover to some secluded beach. She knew he did sometimes because he had with Missy when he was first learning to surf, years ago now.
"I'll bring it on tour. It's one of my favorites but you should drag them all out next time." Dee loved to socialize with other musicians, the more the merrier in her mind.
Though she looked up when the guys started to say shit, her hand going for the nearly empty Jack bottle sitting on the bar top at her side. Missy looked between them all and knew what was about to go down. It was good Rekker wasn't here because there'd already be a fight going on.
Dee stood up on the bar pointing with the bottle. "None of your fucking business what any of them are or aren't." She looked at Bjorn then at the guy. "You're looking to die. Not fucking joking. You'll die or wish you had."
Bjorn winked at Dee and then licked his lips lewdly just because he could. Had the Swede and the ginger fucked on the beach yet? Almost. It was a possibility waiting to happen though and the trashy singer wanted to fuck him everywhere. These bitches though---these were getting to Bjorn in a really bad way.
"You hear this, bitches? Listen to the girl here. She'll smash your pretty little faces up with that bottle in her hand."
Lars stood up out of his seat clearly fucked off by these idiots too. Shit was about to go down as others stood back a little from the arguing groups. Ulrik sat in his chair hoping Bjorn wouldn't get crazy and start a fight. But would Dee? She looked ready to kill. The guy giggled and then poked Bjorn in the chest lightly;
"Oh? Sorry, loves, I didn't know this one was being paid for tonight. How much are you paying for him, doll? All four of you going to fuck, are you? We don't do girls, only young pretty boys like him."
The taller of the group pointing to Ulrik, who went wide-eyed and red as a tomato, both angry and embarrassed. Lars snapped, storming over to the tall guy and slapping him hard over the face with a loud "crack" of his palm. Bjorn then grabbed an empty wine glass from the bar top and smashed it over the head of one of the other guys.
She giggled at Bjorn's comment, glad that the teasing was welcome. She could get in trouble with her mouth but she loved the openness of the singer so far.
Missy was watching quietly but she'd tear into them just as easily as the rest. Both women might be short but they were used to men trying to boss them about.
"He's not mine." Dee told them. "You're about to pay with your life." Dee had noticed something from up on her perch standing on the bar that no one else had seen, the ginger heading for them slowly through the crowd.
Dee took the cues from the others when the hitting started, jumping from the bar like a graceful stage dive right on one of them. The weight sending him stumbling back, if not to the floor. People were starting to scream and part as the obvious fight started.
Missy stood up and saw what Dee had. "SHIT!" Her eyes flickered back to the fight starting. They better get it over with in a hurry or things were going to get much worse, so much worse.
"You want to play, you piece of dog shit? Fucking tarty horer!"
Lars dodged a slap from one of the men and then Dee jumped from the bar right onto one of them. It was becoming carnage as people ran away screaming clutching their drinks and ducking when Bjorn grabbed an empty bottle of whiskey and smashed it over the head of another of the glam fuckheads. Ulrik stood up not knowing what to do so grabbed a chair, lifted it up over his head with his strong arms and threw it at one of the bastards. It smashed in his face causing him to reel backwards, screaming and then running to the exit. One down. The guitarist laughing, pleased that one of them had gone.
"Fuck!"
Bjorn liked that Dee had turned the place into a mini mosh pit, oblivious that a certain ginger was making his way towards their position. Lars slapped another of the fuckheads in the face then felt his hair being pulled. No! He kicked viciously and felt his heeled boot connect with one of the bastard's thighs. He flew backwards into the bar, smashing off drinks and collapsing onto a table. What a riot. One left.
"You can do it, Dee! Missy!"
The singer jumped up onto the bar and began pelting the last guy with all the empty glasses people had left on the counter. Absolute carnage.
Dee stayed seated on the guy's chest and slammed her forearm into his mouth before getting up. She's so much shorter than everyone else, hard to catch in the crowd but someone got her hair. It caused her to scream as she saw Bjorn climb onto the bar.
Missy would have gotten involved but she saw what was coming. Rekker, shaking off both Devon and one of the bouncers who were trying to stop him. Then there was another group of guys, and maybe girls, yelling about getting the bitch on the bar. Missy ducked and went to help Dee, clawing the hand that had the bassist's hair.
She barely missed getting hit by someone thrown toward them. Rekker had caught someone mouthing off about hitting Bjorn and he was pissed. Missy glanced up thinking vaguely about the saying that you shouldn't prod a sleeping bear. Their guitarist wasn't on stable meds, they all knew it, and this was going to turn into a mess if they didn't stop soon.
Bjorn yelled from atop the bar, ducking as someone threw a glass bottle his way, narrowly missing his face. Fuck! Lars was now feeling someone shoving him from behind into Ulrik, which pissed the tart off, so he aimed a kick at the idiot's torso, catching him in the groin. That caused a yelp of pain as they went barrelling into a large crowd of people.
Rekker. Oh god.
"Shit, is that Bjorn's boyfriend?"
Ulrik quick to point out the ginger Brit looking fucking angry. He was throwing people? At least that's what the young guitarist could see. But then he heard Dee scream as some fuck head grabbed her hair. No! Ulrik quickly grabbed the guy by the waist and used his quick agile ability to dodge a kick as he elbowed the guy in the back of his head. The idiot fell with a soft thud.
"Are you alright?"
The young guitarist hoping Dee was ok and then he felt someone punch him in the jaw, sending him reeling backwards into Missy. Lars was busy pulling someone's hair and slapping them in the face as he did so.
"Yes." Missy told Ulrik as he came over to help her free Dee from the asshole that grabbed her hair. What a low move. Dee was fine, hurting but not injured and put herself between Ulrik and the guy who hit him as Missy grabbed the young man to keep him from falling. She stomped the guy's foot with her heavy boot.
"Get down." Dee pushed back into Ulrik and Missy to dodge the person sailing toward them.
Someone else went sprawling to the floor as Rekker cleared a path right to the bar. He had shoved the bouncer on his ass, and Devon soon joined him as Rekker shrugged them both off. He turned on the person fighting with Lars and punched him full on between the shoulder blades. It took him to his knees. More people were clearing out. Rekker was known and most of it was not positive, especially in the glam scene. There was a table in his way and he threw it out of the way like it was made of paper.
Missy glanced up at Bjorn above them on the bar, motioning toward the angry redhead. "You want to stop that before he breaks the entire bar?"
Bjorn knew he'd have to stop the ginger demon from smashing up the entire bar so jumped down from the bar top hearing the loud crunch of broken glass underneath his heeled boots. Fuck, all that glass! He ran towards Rekker and flung his arms around the man, using what strength he had to try and stall the angry bull.
"Bjorn?"
Ulrik was nursing his aching jaw and Lars was pushing hair from his face after being in the fight. He'd sustained several broken nails and was positively fuming. How dare they! Bjorn kissed Rekker on the cheek and then attempted to try and halt his wrecking spree. Shit, what the fuck had happened?
"Stop, you sexy ginger bastard! They've fucked off, it's ok!"
"He'll be fine." Missy helped the young man to his feet knowing full well that even furious Rekker would never his his partner. Devon however was just pulling himself up off the floor where he had been set on his ass.
Bjorn got Rekker's attention in a hurry. He checks the singer over and ignoring the fact that the guitarist's pale skin is starting to show a bruise on his cheek bone. Someone had hit him, likely one of the people he threw. Once Rekker's sure Bjorn is uninjured he wraps his arms around him and pulls the Swede into a rough and needy kiss, shoving his tongue into the singer's mouth. He couldn't care that there was a whole crowd of people staring at them. He's all riled up and possessive now. Let the crowd stare.
Devon just walks around the two liplocked to go and check on the rest of the bands. It had been a long time since he'd seen the ginger get that furious.
Just being close to the metalhead is all Bjorn ever wanted as he groaned at the needy kiss, reaching around to squeeze Rekker's ass in a display of wanton attention. He could be possessive too in public and everyone else staring could fuck off. He broke off the kiss, nipping the ginger's lower lip playfully before sliding his hand into Rekker's larger one now happy.
"You kicked fucking ass, babe. I loved it! So did Missy, Dee and my boys. Poor Ulrik got punched though and Lars broke a few nails. Those pigs deserved what they got!"
The singer sticking up a middle finger to the crowd now dissipating slowly from the aftermath. The rest of Blixt looking a little worse for wear but gathering themselves and noticing the ginger and his dark-haired drummer.
Rekker growled at Bjorn for that lip bite but he's not ready to let go of the singer. His other arm is still tightly, possessively, wrapped around Bjorn's waist while he glares at the people. There's fire in his green eyes.
"What did they do?" He asks, anger still in his voice, and perhaps best not to tell him details until he calms down more.
Devon got some ice from the bartender for Ulrik's cheek. "You all alright."
He's checking on Missy and Dee first but he's worried about all of them... except for Bjorn. If anyone bothered the singer now Devon was going to pretend he didn't notice. He didn't need thrown on his ass again.
The growl from the ginger always got Bjorn going and he couldn't help but emit a small girlish giggle when he heard it. The possessive arm felt so good around his smaller figure and he wanted it to be there all evening. The Swede was fucked off for those fuckheads for attacking his band and the rest of Hexed though. That shouldn't have happened.
"Nothing, babe. Totally full of hot air and nothing else. We showed them, didn't we?"
Bjorn winking to his boys and then waving to the girls. Lars was about to tell Rekker what really happened but then Ulrik shook his head, pulling the tarty drummer back down to sit next to him. The young guitarist could see how pissed off the ginger was and how furious and violent he'd been only a few moments ago. There was now a table lodged into the side of the club wall all smashed up.
Ulrik nodding to Devon as he pressed the cool ice pack against his sore jaw. Fuck those bastards! The guitarist wondering if Devon was ok because the guy had been pushed onto his ass during the fight.
Rekker stroked Bjorn's back as they stood there. The crowd was filtering back to the normal for the bar though they still gave the snuggling couple some space.
"They should be grateful I wasn't here." Though internally Rekker was scolding himself for not being here for his lover and his band. The self attacks were easy to get into but the body close to his felt good. Rekker finally pushed his hair back, smoothing all the curls out of his face.
Devon nodded. "He's done this before."
He ordered some drinks for everyone while waiting for them to all come back together. Rekker was going to need one too. He shouldn't but the Brit needed to calm down.
The stroking helped Bjorn calm down a little after his brief flash of anger and frustration at seeing his new friends being attacked by fucking thugs. Tarts and thugs. Lars and Ulrik seemed ok as did Missy and Dee. They held their own really well and the singer loved how strong they were. It didn't escape Bjorn's notice that Ulrik seemed to have a soft spot for the punk girl, Dee. Cute.
"It's ok, babe. We're ok now. No need to get upset."
Bjorn kissed Rekker's cheek and then squeezing his larger hand. Drinks sounded like a good idea right now as everyone sat back down, a little worse for wear but otherwise ok. Another day at the office as they said.
"This is Lars and Ulrik if you haven't already met."
The singer pointing his band members out to Devon and Rekker.
Rekker was slowly starting to calm down, slowly. His temper flared quickly but he stayed surly for a long time. He did let go enough for Bjorn to get his hand and take him over toward where the others were by the bar. Rekker took a seat and then pulled Bjorn into his lap, hoping these bar chairs would take the weight, they should.
Devon was coming back with drinks. Beers, whiskey, and he had guessed with Lars and Bjorn so they got fruity whiskey sours since that was what Dee drank.
"This is Devon Tornado, my drummer." Rekker smiled at Devon who gave him the finger and shook his head.
"Next time you throw me on my ass I'm hitting you with a chair." Devon snapped angrily at his guitarist but they didn't mean it, not exactly. Devon took a seat beside Rekker and wondered if he was going to have to keep Rekker under control like he used to.
Lars' eyes immediately latched onto the hot, scruffy drummer. Devon Tornado? That name instantly made the Norwegian think of a pornstar name but he kept that thought to himself because--fuck! The man was hot. The tarty drummer thanking the man for his drink before sipping his whiskey sour. It tasted good.
"Devon Tornado? Nice name. Not like the ones they use in porn films over here though, hm? Does this mean you are fast and furious?"
Ulrik snorted into his drink and then swallowed a mouthful quickly as he glanced between Lars and Devon. Trust the tart to say something like that. Bjorn was smirking as he gave Rekker's ginger hair a pull and then laughed a little because Lars could be utter trash too when drunk.
"Martinez." He adds when the porn comments started. Of course, Rekker found the lead trash of a trash band. Some things never changed.
"We gave him that name." Rekker mentioned. "He drums standing and one time was so off his rocker and crazy he fell into the drum kit and comes tumbling down on stage, drums and shit rolling out toward the crowd. Missy running around, still playing and trying to stop all the shit from rolling into the crowd." Rekker explained while drinking his beer.
"Devon the Stage Tornado." Dee poked fun at her ex who just rolled his eyes. "There's a picture around of him sitting on his ass in the middle of the stage with a cymbal on his head."
Devon just paid attention to his drink. What a first impression he was going to make.
Lars began giggling into his drink when Rekker began telling the story of how Devon's name came to be. A tornado indeed! The whole kit crashing down off the stage rolling onto the crowd almost. What a shit show! Bjorn was laughing whilst nuzzling into Rekker's ginger hair because this story was fucking hilarious.
"This actually happened? Impressive. I once had this girl come up onto stage and try to pull my pants off while I was drumming. Bjorn kicked her off stage and then sprayed the whole crowd with a hose filled with booze. That was fucking hilarious."
The drummer smirked, drinking more of his drink, feeling himself becoming more drunk the more he drank. Ulrik just listened wide-eyed but loving hearing the stories from Hexed.
"I must admit I've never tried drumming standing up before."
Rekker wrapped his arm around Bjorn's waist, hand squeezing and then holding on to his thigh while he sat in his lap.
Dee, giggling, piped up. "Where was it that we had that crazy bitch come up on stage and rip Rekker's shirt off. That crowd was fucked."
"Germany, some festival?" Missy couldn't remember. "Wasn't that the same show Rekker got hit in the face with that huge bra?"
The guitarist flushed pink across his nose and shook his head. "It was. The same show Dee headbutted that guy for running up on you and grabbing your ass on stage. Remember the tooth we found at the end of the show?"
All of Hexed was giggling now. They had a run of wild shows. More than 20 years of memories from the road which had endless stories to it.
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She sipped her drink and felt a mischievous grin come on while she glanced at Bjorn. "I play a custom Warlock usually, but sometimes a Gibson Explorer." She does start laughing. "Bjorn better get used to heavy metal guitar. He's in bed with one of the fastest and heaviest playing guitarists in the industry."
She could talk guitars too, not as much as Rekker, but she could definitely hold her own.
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Sipping his drink, he nodded, pleased that Missy was telling him all of this. She liked guitars too? This was good. Custom guitars were always special and Ulrik had partially designed the polka dots design on his own V when he had it made.
"My V is partially made to my design but I am no guitar-maker. Uh--Instrumentmakare? Mine has white polka dots on a matt black base colour. She is fantastic at raw energetic sounds."
Bjorn would indeed have to get used to hearing heavy metal because Rekker was in thrash and that was fast and raw. Ulrik knew that much.
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"I guess we'll be seeing each other's guitars soon since our singers can't bear to stay out of each other's beds." She was poking fun at Bjorn, teasing, even if it was an honest answer since they would be touring together soon. "Rekker builds them from the ground up, carves the body and the works. That's why I love my warlock. She was carved to fit me perfectly, fit to my body."
Missy loved her guitar and then she motioned at Dee. "Dee had him make this fucking bat shaped bass. Are you going to bring your bat along?" Missy hoped so because it was a truly unique guitar.
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The singer did gather what the conversation was about even if he was currently throwing whiskey down his throat like shots. Filling one glass up then getting the bottle and refilling at speed. At this rate he would soon be drunk and getting closer to being trashed. The young guitarist's eyes were alight with excitement at Missy's words regarding her custom built guitar.
"It sounds so cool. A bat?"
Bjorn leaned over and ruffled up his guitarist's long hair, giggling while sticking his tongue out at Lars, who was sipping his whiskey whilst giving off tarty looks. Some other patrons were staring at the loud Scandis, eyeing up Bjorn and talking among each other in hushed voices. Lars noticed this and scowled.
"I think we have company watching us."
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"Dee, do you have a picture of it?" She asked while watching the ginger lean forward scrolling through her phone to show Ulrik the bass.
"Here she is." Dee was very proud of her bass, loved it. "I have a coffin and a crescent moon too." Dee liked the shaped guitars.
Missy and Dee both looked up at the group looking their way. Missy shook her head but Dee spoke up. "They're either trying to figure out if you're in a band or single. They better hope the green eyed monster doesn't walk in and see it."
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Bjorn giggled and slugged down another glass of booze enjoying himself. Lars just rolled his eyes while Ulrik was still glued to pictures on Dee's phone. Wow. That bass---just amazing! Sigurd would love to see a bass guitar like that and it was a shame he wasn't here tonight because he would get on with Missy and Dee.
"It's a shame Sigurd, our bassist, isn't here tonight. He loves bass guitars and talks forever about them. We left him back at the hotel talking to the bassists from the other bands."
It was his choice and Bjorn was now frowning at Dee's words regarding the stares they were getting, or rather, he was getting. Fucking rude! The singer turned around to face the staring group of guys and put his hands on his hips.
"Don't you know it's fucking rude to stare, bitches? We're having a nice group chat here so why don't you suck each other's cocks and piss off."
Lars snorted out a laugh and downed his booze in one. Ulrik looked up wide-eyed and knew things might go south with the singer getting riled up and more drunk. How much had he drunk? The girls might be in for a treat. The guys laughed and one of them stepped forwards; a tall rather tarty looking man dressed in a pink sparkly shirt with tight white pants.
"We're trying to work out if you're a boy or a girl, sweetie. My friends and I also want to know if the young blond wants to come back to our place tonight."
Both Lars and Ulrik glanced between each other, clearly outraged at this.
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"I'll bring it on tour. It's one of my favorites but you should drag them all out next time." Dee loved to socialize with other musicians, the more the merrier in her mind.
Though she looked up when the guys started to say shit, her hand going for the nearly empty Jack bottle sitting on the bar top at her side. Missy looked between them all and knew what was about to go down. It was good Rekker wasn't here because there'd already be a fight going on.
Dee stood up on the bar pointing with the bottle. "None of your fucking business what any of them are or aren't." She looked at Bjorn then at the guy. "You're looking to die. Not fucking joking. You'll die or wish you had."
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Bjorn winked at Dee and then licked his lips lewdly just because he could. Had the Swede and the ginger fucked on the beach yet? Almost. It was a possibility waiting to happen though and the trashy singer wanted to fuck him everywhere. These bitches though---these were getting to Bjorn in a really bad way.
"You hear this, bitches? Listen to the girl here. She'll smash your pretty little faces up with that bottle in her hand."
Lars stood up out of his seat clearly fucked off by these idiots too. Shit was about to go down as others stood back a little from the arguing groups. Ulrik sat in his chair hoping Bjorn wouldn't get crazy and start a fight. But would Dee? She looked ready to kill. The guy giggled and then poked Bjorn in the chest lightly;
"Oh? Sorry, loves, I didn't know this one was being paid for tonight. How much are you paying for him, doll? All four of you going to fuck, are you? We don't do girls, only young pretty boys like him."
The taller of the group pointing to Ulrik, who went wide-eyed and red as a tomato, both angry and embarrassed. Lars snapped, storming over to the tall guy and slapping him hard over the face with a loud "crack" of his palm. Bjorn then grabbed an empty wine glass from the bar top and smashed it over the head of one of the other guys.
"Fuck you!"
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Missy was watching quietly but she'd tear into them just as easily as the rest. Both women might be short but they were used to men trying to boss them about.
"He's not mine." Dee told them. "You're about to pay with your life." Dee had noticed something from up on her perch standing on the bar that no one else had seen, the ginger heading for them slowly through the crowd.
Dee took the cues from the others when the hitting started, jumping from the bar like a graceful stage dive right on one of them. The weight sending him stumbling back, if not to the floor. People were starting to scream and part as the obvious fight started.
Missy stood up and saw what Dee had. "SHIT!" Her eyes flickered back to the fight starting. They better get it over with in a hurry or things were going to get much worse, so much worse.
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Lars dodged a slap from one of the men and then Dee jumped from the bar right onto one of them. It was becoming carnage as people ran away screaming clutching their drinks and ducking when Bjorn grabbed an empty bottle of whiskey and smashed it over the head of another of the glam fuckheads. Ulrik stood up not knowing what to do so grabbed a chair, lifted it up over his head with his strong arms and threw it at one of the bastards. It smashed in his face causing him to reel backwards, screaming and then running to the exit. One down. The guitarist laughing, pleased that one of them had gone.
"Fuck!"
Bjorn liked that Dee had turned the place into a mini mosh pit, oblivious that a certain ginger was making his way towards their position. Lars slapped another of the fuckheads in the face then felt his hair being pulled. No! He kicked viciously and felt his heeled boot connect with one of the bastard's thighs. He flew backwards into the bar, smashing off drinks and collapsing onto a table. What a riot. One left.
"You can do it, Dee! Missy!"
The singer jumped up onto the bar and began pelting the last guy with all the empty glasses people had left on the counter. Absolute carnage.
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Missy would have gotten involved but she saw what was coming. Rekker, shaking off both Devon and one of the bouncers who were trying to stop him. Then there was another group of guys, and maybe girls, yelling about getting the bitch on the bar. Missy ducked and went to help Dee, clawing the hand that had the bassist's hair.
She barely missed getting hit by someone thrown toward them. Rekker had caught someone mouthing off about hitting Bjorn and he was pissed. Missy glanced up thinking vaguely about the saying that you shouldn't prod a sleeping bear. Their guitarist wasn't on stable meds, they all knew it, and this was going to turn into a mess if they didn't stop soon.
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Bjorn yelled from atop the bar, ducking as someone threw a glass bottle his way, narrowly missing his face. Fuck! Lars was now feeling someone shoving him from behind into Ulrik, which pissed the tart off, so he aimed a kick at the idiot's torso, catching him in the groin. That caused a yelp of pain as they went barrelling into a large crowd of people.
Rekker. Oh god.
"Shit, is that Bjorn's boyfriend?"
Ulrik quick to point out the ginger Brit looking fucking angry. He was throwing people? At least that's what the young guitarist could see. But then he heard Dee scream as some fuck head grabbed her hair. No! Ulrik quickly grabbed the guy by the waist and used his quick agile ability to dodge a kick as he elbowed the guy in the back of his head. The idiot fell with a soft thud.
"Are you alright?"
The young guitarist hoping Dee was ok and then he felt someone punch him in the jaw, sending him reeling backwards into Missy. Lars was busy pulling someone's hair and slapping them in the face as he did so.
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"Get down." Dee pushed back into Ulrik and Missy to dodge the person sailing toward them.
Someone else went sprawling to the floor as Rekker cleared a path right to the bar. He had shoved the bouncer on his ass, and Devon soon joined him as Rekker shrugged them both off. He turned on the person fighting with Lars and punched him full on between the shoulder blades. It took him to his knees. More people were clearing out. Rekker was known and most of it was not positive, especially in the glam scene. There was a table in his way and he threw it out of the way like it was made of paper.
Missy glanced up at Bjorn above them on the bar, motioning toward the angry redhead. "You want to stop that before he breaks the entire bar?"
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"Bjorn?"
Ulrik was nursing his aching jaw and Lars was pushing hair from his face after being in the fight. He'd sustained several broken nails and was positively fuming. How dare they! Bjorn kissed Rekker on the cheek and then attempted to try and halt his wrecking spree. Shit, what the fuck had happened?
"Stop, you sexy ginger bastard! They've fucked off, it's ok!"
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Bjorn got Rekker's attention in a hurry. He checks the singer over and ignoring the fact that the guitarist's pale skin is starting to show a bruise on his cheek bone. Someone had hit him, likely one of the people he threw. Once Rekker's sure Bjorn is uninjured he wraps his arms around him and pulls the Swede into a rough and needy kiss, shoving his tongue into the singer's mouth. He couldn't care that there was a whole crowd of people staring at them. He's all riled up and possessive now. Let the crowd stare.
Devon just walks around the two liplocked to go and check on the rest of the bands. It had been a long time since he'd seen the ginger get that furious.
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"You kicked fucking ass, babe. I loved it! So did Missy, Dee and my boys. Poor Ulrik got punched though and Lars broke a few nails. Those pigs deserved what they got!"
The singer sticking up a middle finger to the crowd now dissipating slowly from the aftermath. The rest of Blixt looking a little worse for wear but gathering themselves and noticing the ginger and his dark-haired drummer.
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"What did they do?" He asks, anger still in his voice, and perhaps best not to tell him details until he calms down more.
Devon got some ice from the bartender for Ulrik's cheek. "You all alright."
He's checking on Missy and Dee first but he's worried about all of them... except for Bjorn. If anyone bothered the singer now Devon was going to pretend he didn't notice. He didn't need thrown on his ass again.
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"Nothing, babe. Totally full of hot air and nothing else. We showed them, didn't we?"
Bjorn winking to his boys and then waving to the girls. Lars was about to tell Rekker what really happened but then Ulrik shook his head, pulling the tarty drummer back down to sit next to him. The young guitarist could see how pissed off the ginger was and how furious and violent he'd been only a few moments ago. There was now a table lodged into the side of the club wall all smashed up.
Ulrik nodding to Devon as he pressed the cool ice pack against his sore jaw. Fuck those bastards! The guitarist wondering if Devon was ok because the guy had been pushed onto his ass during the fight.
"Are you ok?"
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"They should be grateful I wasn't here." Though internally Rekker was scolding himself for not being here for his lover and his band. The self attacks were easy to get into but the body close to his felt good. Rekker finally pushed his hair back, smoothing all the curls out of his face.
Devon nodded. "He's done this before."
He ordered some drinks for everyone while waiting for them to all come back together. Rekker was going to need one too. He shouldn't but the Brit needed to calm down.
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"It's ok, babe. We're ok now. No need to get upset."
Bjorn kissed Rekker's cheek and then squeezing his larger hand. Drinks sounded like a good idea right now as everyone sat back down, a little worse for wear but otherwise ok. Another day at the office as they said.
"This is Lars and Ulrik if you haven't already met."
The singer pointing his band members out to Devon and Rekker.
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Devon was coming back with drinks. Beers, whiskey, and he had guessed with Lars and Bjorn so they got fruity whiskey sours since that was what Dee drank.
"This is Devon Tornado, my drummer." Rekker smiled at Devon who gave him the finger and shook his head.
"Next time you throw me on my ass I'm hitting you with a chair." Devon snapped angrily at his guitarist but they didn't mean it, not exactly. Devon took a seat beside Rekker and wondered if he was going to have to keep Rekker under control like he used to.
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"Devon Tornado? Nice name. Not like the ones they use in porn films over here though, hm? Does this mean you are fast and furious?"
Ulrik snorted into his drink and then swallowed a mouthful quickly as he glanced between Lars and Devon. Trust the tart to say something like that. Bjorn was smirking as he gave Rekker's ginger hair a pull and then laughed a little because Lars could be utter trash too when drunk.
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"We gave him that name." Rekker mentioned. "He drums standing and one time was so off his rocker and crazy he fell into the drum kit and comes tumbling down on stage, drums and shit rolling out toward the crowd. Missy running around, still playing and trying to stop all the shit from rolling into the crowd." Rekker explained while drinking his beer.
"Devon the Stage Tornado." Dee poked fun at her ex who just rolled his eyes. "There's a picture around of him sitting on his ass in the middle of the stage with a cymbal on his head."
Devon just paid attention to his drink. What a first impression he was going to make.
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"This actually happened? Impressive. I once had this girl come up onto stage and try to pull my pants off while I was drumming. Bjorn kicked her off stage and then sprayed the whole crowd with a hose filled with booze. That was fucking hilarious."
The drummer smirked, drinking more of his drink, feeling himself becoming more drunk the more he drank. Ulrik just listened wide-eyed but loving hearing the stories from Hexed.
"I must admit I've never tried drumming standing up before."
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Dee, giggling, piped up. "Where was it that we had that crazy bitch come up on stage and rip Rekker's shirt off. That crowd was fucked."
"Germany, some festival?" Missy couldn't remember. "Wasn't that the same show Rekker got hit in the face with that huge bra?"
The guitarist flushed pink across his nose and shook his head. "It was. The same show Dee headbutted that guy for running up on you and grabbing your ass on stage. Remember the tooth we found at the end of the show?"
All of Hexed was giggling now. They had a run of wild shows. More than 20 years of memories from the road which had endless stories to it.
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