"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.
All of Blixt were laughing at that except Bjorn who was frowning a little about some bitch who had come up on stage to rip the guitarist's shirt off. That and he had some whore's bra in his face. Jealousy? Oh yes. Lars could see it and knew that the singer would no doubt hear things he didn't want to hear. The same could be said for Rekker hearing things that had happened to Bjorn on stage.
"No fucking bitch will rip your shirt off now, babe. I'll scratch their fucking eyes out."
The words came out a little more sharper than intended as he remembered they were all talking about past experiences so just drained his drink in one instead. Ulrik finished his drink and smiled shyly towards Dee.
"Our stages names though--fuck they are awesome! Mine is "Stormbringer" Lars' is "Thunder Bringer", Ulrik's is "Riff Master" and Sigurd's is "Does it Deeper." He isn't here tonight but I'll bring him along next time."
The bass player no doubt in deep conversation back at the hotel with Vars, Weird and Joe.
Devon saw an opening to harass the singer and took it full on, giving him a pat, sort of grab on the shoulder.
"No bitch? Does that mean you're going to stop yourself from tearing off his shirt?" Devon started laughing but Rekker was ready.
"Are you going to take your shirt off, Devon?" He peered around Bjorn at his drummer. "Might as well, since he's over there undressing in his mind." Rekker motioned toward Lars. He'd noticed the way the other drummer was looking at Devon. Missy covered her mouth and snorted a laugh. The boys were always at each other over something.
Dee raised a brow and started laughing because she had drank a lot compared to the others and was small built, she's getting drunk. "Does it deeper? I've always heard a bassist is good for fingering a hard board."
"You naughty boy. I'm the only whorish bitch allowed to."
Bjorn stuck his tongue out at Devon and then gave Rekker a full on kiss to the lips whilst reaching down to squeeze the guitarist's thigh. Such trash. Lars, however, was now going as red as Bjorn's lipstick at the comment made by the Rekker. It was true though even though the Norwegian wasn't going to admit such things right now.
"How do you know I'm undressing him in my mind? You're probably thinking about fucking Bjorn against a wall once you get back to your expensive sugar daddy mansion."
Lars had a tarty tongue on him and he felt Ulrik nudge him in the side for being such a cheeky bitch. So what. He was drunk. The young guitarist was noticing how much Dee was drinking and thought it was fun to keep up with her. Ulrik didn't drink much usually but tonight he was going to get smashed. He knew that much.
Breaking away from the kiss Rekker gave Lars the finger. "He's mine, of course I take him home and fuck him."
Dee started laughing so much she folded her arms on the table and buried her face in them. Oh, this was a hilarious mess. Rekker wasn't done with Lars though.
"Is that your fantasy, tarty bitch? Devon shoving you against the wall and giving you cock?" Rekker gritted his teeth when Devon full on punched him in the shoulder for the comment.
"What is it with you throwing me under the bus today?" Devon asks Rekker before downing his beer. They were going to need more drinks and he was going to get them. If only to get away from this trashfire.
This was hilarious. Ulrik was just watching the trashfire start to burn as he finished his whiskey and could feel it's effects begin to cause him to giggle. Lars just shot up a finger to Rekker back and then offered a tarty scowl. The drummer was known to be the tart of the band and now he was living up to his reputation. Bjorn just giggling and glancing towards Devon.
"I don't kiss and tell, honey."
Lars with one lasting comment before he finished off his drink with a coy wink at Rekker and then his eyes were back onto Devon. The man was hot and fucking sexy yet he wasn't admitting anything. Ulrik poked Dee in the arm gently and waved his empty glass at her.
"Did you want another drink?"
If he was going to get smashed he was going to do it with his new friends.
"Oh?" Rekker feigned shock and glanced between the two drummers. "Are you two kissing and I don't know about it?"
Rekker is trying his damnedest not to burst into laughter. He could see Lars was interested and, as usual, Devon was completely ignoring and brushing it off.
Dee smiled at the young guitarist, finally getting the laughter under control though her cheeks were near as red as her hair. She pointed to the bar where Devon had fled this mess.
"If we were kissing you'd be the first to know, ginger."
Lars shot a look at the Brit and then felt Bjorn's gaze burning into him, just a warning as to not go too far with their singer's boyfriend because the tarty bitch could get possessive. Ulrik nodded and then glanced over to where Devon was ordering more drinks. Oh. How much would everyone drink? He looked at Dee's glass and smiled at her.
"I don't usually drink this much but tonight is special. Making friends with you and your band."
Ulrik giggled and felt his cheeks heat up with the strong booze. Was he drunk? Oh yes. Lars looked at the guitarist and went to ruffle up his blond hair. It was cute that he had his eye on the punk woman. Why not? The Norwegian had his tarty stare on the hairy drummer at the bar. Bjorn now had a hand in Rekker's hair, using his fingers to massage the guitarist's scalp while he waited for Devon to return with more drinks.
"I thought you didn't kiss and tell?" Rekker started to laugh, unable to hold it in any longer. It was too easy to get the drummer going and he couldn't help his desire to harass him while they got used to each other.
"None of us do." Dee told the bassist beside her. "Hexed, we've all had some run ins with too much alcohol. Except Devon who's always been a 'One drink fuck.'" She yelled the last part so that Devon could hear and he just raised his middle finger without looking while he waited at the bar, back to their table.
Rekker felt good that they were getting along. It was important to him because he knew, eventually, he'd stress their friendships at some point when he crashed out. Right now, all he could focus on was the nails on his scalp. He turned his face in, near to Bjorn's ear and growled. It's deep, rumbling enough that the Swede can probably feel it where he's leaning into Rekker's chest. The singer in his lap was meant to be sweet and possessive, but Rekker was finding it arousing too. He wrapped his arm around Bjorn's waist tighter and pulled him, pressing his ass tighter to his lap. He might have to have Bjorn move at this rate or things were going to get crazy again.
Devon came back passing out more drinks before he sat back down, eying his bandmates careful, especially Missy who was quietly sipping a drink and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
Lars giggled into his drink when Dee mentioned Devon was a one drink one fuck man. Well, this conversation was becoming more interesting now that both Rekker and his drummer were here with them after the bar brawl. What a ghastly thing that was too. Lars had chipped a nail! Fucking bastard oafs.
"One drink, one fuck."
The Norwegian let that slip quietly but loud enough so that Devon could hear once he sat back down with the group. Ulrik just glanced at Lars and smirked into his own drink noticing how cuddly Bjorn and Rekker were getting. He knew the singer would soon disappear with the ginger into the toilets to fuck or something because Bjorn had fucked in a lot of stalls in the past. Bjorn himself leaning into Rekker, whispering into his ear;
![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
metallhuvud) wrote2022-10-13 07:58 pm
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
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.
no subject
"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?"
no subject
"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!"
no subject
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.
no subject
"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.
no subject
"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.
no subject
"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?"
no subject
"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.
no subject
"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.
no subject
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.
no subject
"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.
no subject
"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.
no subject
"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."
no subject
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.
no subject
"No fucking bitch will rip your shirt off now, babe. I'll scratch their fucking eyes out."
The words came out a little more sharper than intended as he remembered they were all talking about past experiences so just drained his drink in one instead. Ulrik finished his drink and smiled shyly towards Dee.
"Our stages names though--fuck they are awesome! Mine is "Stormbringer" Lars' is "Thunder Bringer", Ulrik's is "Riff Master" and Sigurd's is "Does it Deeper." He isn't here tonight but I'll bring him along next time."
The bass player no doubt in deep conversation back at the hotel with Vars, Weird and Joe.
no subject
"No bitch? Does that mean you're going to stop yourself from tearing off his shirt?" Devon started laughing but Rekker was ready.
"Are you going to take your shirt off, Devon?" He peered around Bjorn at his drummer. "Might as well, since he's over there undressing in his mind." Rekker motioned toward Lars. He'd noticed the way the other drummer was looking at Devon. Missy covered her mouth and snorted a laugh. The boys were always at each other over something.
Dee raised a brow and started laughing because she had drank a lot compared to the others and was small built, she's getting drunk. "Does it deeper? I've always heard a bassist is good for fingering a hard board."
no subject
Bjorn stuck his tongue out at Devon and then gave Rekker a full on kiss to the lips whilst reaching down to squeeze the guitarist's thigh. Such trash. Lars, however, was now going as red as Bjorn's lipstick at the comment made by the Rekker. It was true though even though the Norwegian wasn't going to admit such things right now.
"How do you know I'm undressing him in my mind? You're probably thinking about fucking Bjorn against a wall once you get back to your expensive sugar daddy mansion."
Lars had a tarty tongue on him and he felt Ulrik nudge him in the side for being such a cheeky bitch. So what. He was drunk. The young guitarist was noticing how much Dee was drinking and thought it was fun to keep up with her. Ulrik didn't drink much usually but tonight he was going to get smashed. He knew that much.
no subject
Dee started laughing so much she folded her arms on the table and buried her face in them. Oh, this was a hilarious mess. Rekker wasn't done with Lars though.
"Is that your fantasy, tarty bitch? Devon shoving you against the wall and giving you cock?" Rekker gritted his teeth when Devon full on punched him in the shoulder for the comment.
"What is it with you throwing me under the bus today?" Devon asks Rekker before downing his beer. They were going to need more drinks and he was going to get them. If only to get away from this trashfire.
no subject
"I don't kiss and tell, honey."
Lars with one lasting comment before he finished off his drink with a coy wink at Rekker and then his eyes were back onto Devon. The man was hot and fucking sexy yet he wasn't admitting anything. Ulrik poked Dee in the arm gently and waved his empty glass at her.
"Did you want another drink?"
If he was going to get smashed he was going to do it with his new friends.
no subject
Rekker is trying his damnedest not to burst into laughter. He could see Lars was interested and, as usual, Devon was completely ignoring and brushing it off.
Dee smiled at the young guitarist, finally getting the laughter under control though her cheeks were near as red as her hair. She pointed to the bar where Devon had fled this mess.
"He's bringing more."
no subject
Lars shot a look at the Brit and then felt Bjorn's gaze burning into him, just a warning as to not go too far with their singer's boyfriend because the tarty bitch could get possessive. Ulrik nodded and then glanced over to where Devon was ordering more drinks. Oh. How much would everyone drink? He looked at Dee's glass and smiled at her.
"I don't usually drink this much but tonight is special. Making friends with you and your band."
Ulrik giggled and felt his cheeks heat up with the strong booze. Was he drunk? Oh yes. Lars looked at the guitarist and went to ruffle up his blond hair. It was cute that he had his eye on the punk woman. Why not? The Norwegian had his tarty stare on the hairy drummer at the bar. Bjorn now had a hand in Rekker's hair, using his fingers to massage the guitarist's scalp while he waited for Devon to return with more drinks.
no subject
"None of us do." Dee told the bassist beside her. "Hexed, we've all had some run ins with too much alcohol. Except Devon who's always been a 'One drink fuck.'" She yelled the last part so that Devon could hear and he just raised his middle finger without looking while he waited at the bar, back to their table.
Rekker felt good that they were getting along. It was important to him because he knew, eventually, he'd stress their friendships at some point when he crashed out. Right now, all he could focus on was the nails on his scalp. He turned his face in, near to Bjorn's ear and growled. It's deep, rumbling enough that the Swede can probably feel it where he's leaning into Rekker's chest. The singer in his lap was meant to be sweet and possessive, but Rekker was finding it arousing too. He wrapped his arm around Bjorn's waist tighter and pulled him, pressing his ass tighter to his lap. He might have to have Bjorn move at this rate or things were going to get crazy again.
Devon came back passing out more drinks before he sat back down, eying his bandmates careful, especially Missy who was quietly sipping a drink and grinning like a Cheshire cat.
no subject
"One drink, one fuck."
The Norwegian let that slip quietly but loud enough so that Devon could hear once he sat back down with the group. Ulrik just glanced at Lars and smirked into his own drink noticing how cuddly Bjorn and Rekker were getting. He knew the singer would soon disappear with the ginger into the toilets to fuck or something because Bjorn had fucked in a lot of stalls in the past. Bjorn himself leaning into Rekker, whispering into his ear;
"How about you fuck me in a toilet stall?"
(no subject)
(no subject)
(no subject)