"She deserves a fucking boot up her prissy ass is what she deserves."
The Swede just cursing lightly under his breath in his own language just trying not to think about Rekker getting fucked over by her. Bitch! Shaking his head, Bjorn knew he was bound to have things come up regarding the ginger's past and he'd just have to deal with it.
"Not really, no. She sounds a fucking bitch though. Is that enough?"
Missy's voice is heavy, serious and angry. She took a deep breath while turning on to the strip. "You know those pictures he has at the computer in the studio, of him holding the baby?"
She's trying to be gentle but feels the tears pulling up in her eyes. It hurt so much for everyone in the band because they had gone through the fall out as well as the trauma.
"That's his daughter. She never told him and when he went to see her, the bitch had him committed to a fucking hospital." Missy started to cry and rubbed at her eyes to try and stop the tears from smudging her eyeliner. "She went to the courts while he was in and had him listed as dangerous. He's not allowed to see her. He's never seen her. We used to have to stay with him because he came out wanting to die more than when he went in."
Missy felt like shit telling Bjorn but if he was going to stay, if he was going to be there for their guitarist, he needed to know what the mines were in the field where Rekker tried to self destruct.
Bjorn just went silent at what Missy said regarding his ex and their daughter. It was fucked up beyond belief and he didn't want to hear it. None of it. For Rekker's sake it should never have happened. The woman was a fucking whore bitch and Missy wanted to kill her. Now she had at least two people who wanted to see her end up at the bottom of a gutter somewhere. Shifting in his seat the Swede just turned back to see his band mate's face which was shocked just as his was. Ulrik, looking up from his magazine with a sad expression written all over his youthful features. Lars, looked as though he could slap someone to hell and back.
"Fuck."
It was all Bjorn could utter as he looked out the window, staring and feeling anger, so much anger inside. All he wanted to do now was drink and get fucked. It was his only way of dealing with emotional shit and his anger.
Missy reached over and gave Bjorn's arm a squeeze. "I know, babe. We all feel the same."
There was no easy way to help this young man understand his lover and he obviously needed it. Missy knew that Rekker wasn't always open about those things that truly hurt the worst either. The mother in her wanted to stop the car and give Bjorn a hug but that wasn't going to help. He needed to hear and gain his own strength.
"Dee broke her nose when she found out." Missy shook her head because their bassist was a spitfire of a woman. "Don't let it eat you. We're going to get some drinks and then I'll take you home so you can make sure he forgets about all that hurt."
It was the truth, she knew it. That Rekker lived on distraction sometimes and that had been physical pain and substance abuse for so long. It was good to see the distraction now might be something that would leave him truly feeling better.
Bjorn looked to Missy and then found himself giggling at that because Hexed sounded an awesome bunch of guys and girls. This Dee, she sounded strong as fuck and ready to deal with Rekker's ex. A broken nose usually did it. Nodding, the singer looked back to his band noticing Ulrik eyes deep in a guitar magazine. That boy had to get out more!
"Hey, Ulrik, stop reading dirty porn you fucking filthy boy!"
The younger Swede looked up at the singer with a confused expression before rolling his eyes at Bjorn's teasing. He didn't mind it since he was used to his ex-boyfriend's ways. Lars was giggling and finishing applying his make-up, passing the compact back towards the driver's seat. Bjorn sat back in his seat playing with the ends of his hair slightly.
"I won't let it eat me, honey. We're coming out to have some fun! Let's tear LA up!"
Missy started laughing at the turn of subjects and glanced in the mirror at the young man in the back then the singer beside her.
"I think we need a trip to the Cathouse for this boy?" She pulled out her phone and offered it to Bjorn. "Go to the Devil and tell her we're going to the Cathouse, to meet us there."
She patted Bjorn's shoulder. "Fuck yeah! We'll tear it up and the Cathouse will be perfect for you boys."
"The Cathouse? This sounds fucking awesome! You hear this, Ulrik? We're going to the Cathouse and you're going to get trashed because you need to get out more, sugar."
Bjorn now laughing and seeing the young guitarist blush a little but then move forwards to mess up the singer's hair somewhat. Lars tarting a little because Ulrik nearly crushed his leg too busy trying to hit Bjorn. These boys. Tearing the whole city up sounded perfect to Bjorn who wanted to experience LA with Missy and Dee.
"Fuck yeah! You might meet some hot boys tonight, sweeties."
Both Lars and Ulrik looked at each other and giggled, shaking their heads just amused at Bjorn and his wild ideas. The singer then got onto the phone to the Devil, or Dee, and told her they were meeting up at the Cathouse.
"the Cathouse is one of the biggest Glam and Rock venues here." She's giggling almost. "It's a strip club too. I'm not sure who is playing tonight but Fridays are usually pretty glam."
This was going to start a bunch of nonsense for sure. They were rowdy and she liked it. There's something refreshing to this and it makes her smile. "Or ladies. Sometimes it's hard to tell them apart."
She gave Bjorn a little push in the shoulder, teasing him as she started looking for a place to park. She knew there was a danger to going in there because they might run into Rekker's ex but fuck her and limiting what they could do.
Biggest glam and rock venue? Ulrik's face lit up at the fact that it was a rock venue but he didn't exactly fit in with the whole glam rock part like the other band members did. His clothing was a little too drab and "boy clothes" as Bjorn called it. Jeans and t-shirt along with softer masculine clothes was more Ulrik's style. Open shirts and tight pants.
"A strip club? I might stick out like a fucking sore thumb since I'm not exactly dressed glam like you lot are. But whatever. It should be fun if there are good rock acts on."
The guitarist nudging Lars, who was wondering about the clientele who visited LA glam clubs. Would there be hot boys there? Who knew.
"Well... Your singer is banging the hell out of someone who lives in blue jeans and tshirts so there's hope." Missy can't help but laugh. As far as she's concerned Bjorn is pretty much part of their band now, especially if things are as serious as both Bjorn and Rekker had separately suggested.
"Come on." Missy gets out and there's a short woman coming toward them in ripped off jean shorts and a leather vest. She's a curly haired ginger too. Missy immediately goes and gives her a hug. The ginger girl looks a little broken up and sad but that won't last long. They're out front of a place that has huge pink letters that says Cathouse with a line out front.
Bjorn jumped out of the car and soon grabbed both his band members by the arms pulling them both out because he was excited. Lars, being the constant prissy bitch, smoothing his hair down in places and making sure his make-up was perfect, while Ulrik slipped his magazine in his back pocket and gazed up at the Cathouse sign. What a place. The singer was ecstatic about meeting all of Rekker's band.
"What a fucking epic place, honey! I love it already. There are places back home in Sweden similar to this but not as---American I guess?"
He watched the two girls hug and smiled, slipping both of his arms around his band members, pulling them close. Dee's clothes pleased Bjorn and he noticed she was a little more punk than glam.
"This is our Devil bassist, Dee Dee." She hugged on Dee and whispered. "This is Rekker's new boy and his band."
Dee lit up and Bjorn got a hug from the much shorter woman. "Hey Bjorn! Let's get some fucking drinks."
She grabbed on to him and started toward the front of the line. The club would let them right in. Missy and Dee were well known here and lines were not for them or their friends. Soon, they're inside, between bands but the club is all packed. Missy takes a hold of Urik and Lars' hands to lead them toward the bar so they don't get lost in the crowd. People are already greeting Dee where she is up front and there's definitely the vibe that they're known here.
"Nice to meet you, babe. I'm Bjorn Larsson and this is Ulrik, my guitarist and my tarty drummer here, Lars."
The singer winked at both young men and was grateful for the hug by Dee. It had been a while since he'd spent any time around young women and he realised it would be refreshing to be around Rekker's band mates. As they all walked inside, Ulrik went wide-eyed at what he saw and glanced back at the entrance, realising that no one ID'd him because he looked about sixteen. Lars was smirking at the environment and loved the whole glam side, revelling in all the sparkly clothes. Bjorn was loving it too, giggling whilst keeping his band mates close. He lived for these environments and couldn't wait to get a drink.
"Fuck yeah, drinks! Ulrik, you can drink here, honey. You're over twenty now."
The guitarist knew the rules regarding booze and being over a certain age in the States. Fuck that. Dee and Missy would sort things out if some square came over to question the young guitarist.
Dee hopped up to sit on the edge of the bar and waving down the bartender. She's a young and very curvy, scantily clad woman whom Dee kisses on the cheek when she comes over. Dee is yelling over the noise about how they're bringing out friends and need a bottle. Soon there are 5 glasses and a bottle of whiskey. Still sitting on the bar, feet kicking the open air because she is so short, she starts pouring drinks.
Missy comes up laughing because Dee was always crazy. They have a lot of attention as they take up the end of the bar where Dee is sitting. There are already a few girls looking at the boys and Missy is watching them. Bjorn is very attractive but that way is trouble, especially if Rekker walks in the door and anything is going on.
Lars snorted out a giggle at Bjorn's words to Ulrik because it was cute regarding the young Swede guitarist. He was old enough to drink being 21 but he didn't drink much since he often got ID'd for looking like an 17 year old. The tarty drummer walking up with his band mates to the bar and glancing at what was on offer behind on the shelves. Quite a range of spirits and mixers. Perfect.
"Since this is a glam club it should serve decent enough cocktails. If not then that's a total fucking shame."
Of course Lars had to tart if he didn't get his own way. Bjorn poked his drummer in the shoulder and then giggled. Lars, you fucking tart! Ulrik just shrugged and waved to Dee and then took one of the 5 glasses being offered to him. Whiskey. It wasn't what he'd start with usually but Dee was being kind. Bjorn leaned over the bar to get a better look at what bottle he wanted before ordering a whole bottle of vodka just for himself for later after drinking with Dee.
Lars wasn't really a whiskey drinker since he preferred more girly drinks so looked at the glass a little apprehensively.
"What are you? A baby?" Dee could sass right back. "Even the bitches here drink Jack."
She shoved the glass right in the drummer's hand and he could be all the bitch he wanted to about it. She then turned on Bjorn and slapped his hand away from the vodka playfully. "You're doing Whiskey too. O know you're not kicking around with Rekker and drinking something other than whiskey. Missy just takes the glass offered and tries not to laugh at Dee. She's a sweet woman but she's always a punk first.
"See, Lars? Don't be rude, sugar. Our American guests here drink Jack and are offering it to us. Play nicely or I'll get a hot boy to spank your ass."
Of course Bjorn was teasing his drummer and Lars knew this but the tart just rolled his eyes and looked at Dee then the glass in his hand. What a forceful young woman! Or, rather, older punk lady? Resigning himself to the whiskey, Lars thanked Dee and then noticed Ulrik glancing around looking a little nervous because some of the bouncers were keeping an eye on him. Bjorn could see his guitarist looking a bit put out so slipped an arm around him.
"Hey, it's ok, babe. They won't throw you out, ok? You're old enough and these girls will kick anyone's ass who tries to be mean to you. Right, girls?"
Bjorn winked and Ulrik smiled a little at the girls.
"You don't need to find a boy. I'll put him right over my knee on the bartop." She's teasing and the big devilish grin as she hands over the glass was enough to explain her stage name. Now Missy was openly laughing. These boys had no idea who they were dealing with. True to form, the gingers of the band were hellions.
Missy noticed the worry and shrugged. "Honestly, They're probably looking to see if Rekker is around. We've played here but he's torn up more than one fight in this place that got out of hand."
"Did you hear that, Lars? Dee will spank you! Ooh!"
Bjorn just loving the punk's fire already, giggling and downing his glass of Jack in one, tapping the bar top with his now empty glass. Lars just stared with a bitchy glare and then shook his own head laughing softly at the singer. Bjorn was well---Bjorn. There was no fucking way he was about to get spanked by a near stranger in a glam bar. Ulrik nodded and then felt better about the looks he was getting off the bouncers. It wasn't about him.
"See, it's all cool. You can enjoy your drink now, Ulrik."
The young guitarist smiling sheepishly and sipping at his drink while enjoying the way the girls acted.
Dee filled Bjorn's glass back up then drank from her own. "You're both cute young men. I'm sure we can find someone to make that sour face better."
She teased the drummer who reminded her of her brother. Always surly but not in an aggressive way. Her attention turned to Bjorn though and the internal desire to protect her bandmate. "Are you all sticking around her for awhile?"
She needed to know and was bolder than Missy who might not ask this early on about things like that.
Missy saw the shyness in Ulrik and smiled at the boy. "What do you play?" He needed a distraction to calm down and get comfortable.
Ulrik smiled as he listened to Dee talk to both Bjorn and Lars filling their glasses back up. She really was a strong woman, almost motherly in a way but also had fire in her veins like a Valkyrie warrior almost. The guitarist took another sip and could feel himself relaxing a little, trying not to get caught up with his nerves. New places always took him longer to adjust too, especially those in a foreign country.
"I play the lead guitar for the band. Gibson mostly but I also have a Flying V I use for heavier riffs and more aggressive sounds. Bjorn often says I am too heavy metal for a glam metal band but he loves that I bring new sounds to Blixt. We create lightning on stage."
The young Swede instantly lighting up talking about guitar his main passion.
"Yeah, we're on tour with Ziggy Stardust, The Hell's Angels, The Hammers and now your band Hexed."
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.
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on 2021-10-23 06:41 pm (UTC)The Swede just cursing lightly under his breath in his own language just trying not to think about Rekker getting fucked over by her. Bitch! Shaking his head, Bjorn knew he was bound to have things come up regarding the ginger's past and he'd just have to deal with it.
"Not really, no. She sounds a fucking bitch though. Is that enough?"
The whole thing pissed him off.
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on 2021-10-23 07:03 pm (UTC)Missy's voice is heavy, serious and angry. She took a deep breath while turning on to the strip. "You know those pictures he has at the computer in the studio, of him holding the baby?"
She's trying to be gentle but feels the tears pulling up in her eyes. It hurt so much for everyone in the band because they had gone through the fall out as well as the trauma.
"That's his daughter. She never told him and when he went to see her, the bitch had him committed to a fucking hospital." Missy started to cry and rubbed at her eyes to try and stop the tears from smudging her eyeliner. "She went to the courts while he was in and had him listed as dangerous. He's not allowed to see her. He's never seen her. We used to have to stay with him because he came out wanting to die more than when he went in."
Missy felt like shit telling Bjorn but if he was going to stay, if he was going to be there for their guitarist, he needed to know what the mines were in the field where Rekker tried to self destruct.
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on 2021-10-23 07:59 pm (UTC)"Fuck."
It was all Bjorn could utter as he looked out the window, staring and feeling anger, so much anger inside. All he wanted to do now was drink and get fucked. It was his only way of dealing with emotional shit and his anger.
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on 2021-10-23 08:27 pm (UTC)There was no easy way to help this young man understand his lover and he obviously needed it. Missy knew that Rekker wasn't always open about those things that truly hurt the worst either. The mother in her wanted to stop the car and give Bjorn a hug but that wasn't going to help. He needed to hear and gain his own strength.
"Dee broke her nose when she found out." Missy shook her head because their bassist was a spitfire of a woman. "Don't let it eat you. We're going to get some drinks and then I'll take you home so you can make sure he forgets about all that hurt."
It was the truth, she knew it. That Rekker lived on distraction sometimes and that had been physical pain and substance abuse for so long. It was good to see the distraction now might be something that would leave him truly feeling better.
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on 2021-10-25 08:20 pm (UTC)Bjorn looked to Missy and then found himself giggling at that because Hexed sounded an awesome bunch of guys and girls. This Dee, she sounded strong as fuck and ready to deal with Rekker's ex. A broken nose usually did it. Nodding, the singer looked back to his band noticing Ulrik eyes deep in a guitar magazine. That boy had to get out more!
"Hey, Ulrik, stop reading dirty porn you fucking filthy boy!"
The younger Swede looked up at the singer with a confused expression before rolling his eyes at Bjorn's teasing. He didn't mind it since he was used to his ex-boyfriend's ways. Lars was giggling and finishing applying his make-up, passing the compact back towards the driver's seat. Bjorn sat back in his seat playing with the ends of his hair slightly.
"I won't let it eat me, honey. We're coming out to have some fun! Let's tear LA up!"
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on 2021-10-25 08:27 pm (UTC)"I think we need a trip to the Cathouse for this boy?" She pulled out her phone and offered it to Bjorn. "Go to the Devil and tell her we're going to the Cathouse, to meet us there."
She patted Bjorn's shoulder. "Fuck yeah! We'll tear it up and the Cathouse will be perfect for you boys."
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on 2021-10-25 08:34 pm (UTC)Bjorn now laughing and seeing the young guitarist blush a little but then move forwards to mess up the singer's hair somewhat. Lars tarting a little because Ulrik nearly crushed his leg too busy trying to hit Bjorn. These boys. Tearing the whole city up sounded perfect to Bjorn who wanted to experience LA with Missy and Dee.
"Fuck yeah! You might meet some hot boys tonight, sweeties."
Both Lars and Ulrik looked at each other and giggled, shaking their heads just amused at Bjorn and his wild ideas. The singer then got onto the phone to the Devil, or Dee, and told her they were meeting up at the Cathouse.
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on 2021-10-25 08:39 pm (UTC)This was going to start a bunch of nonsense for sure. They were rowdy and she liked it. There's something refreshing to this and it makes her smile. "Or ladies. Sometimes it's hard to tell them apart."
She gave Bjorn a little push in the shoulder, teasing him as she started looking for a place to park. She knew there was a danger to going in there because they might run into Rekker's ex but fuck her and limiting what they could do.
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on 2021-10-25 08:44 pm (UTC)"A strip club? I might stick out like a fucking sore thumb since I'm not exactly dressed glam like you lot are. But whatever. It should be fun if there are good rock acts on."
The guitarist nudging Lars, who was wondering about the clientele who visited LA glam clubs. Would there be hot boys there? Who knew.
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on 2021-10-25 08:51 pm (UTC)"Well... Your singer is banging the hell out of someone who lives in blue jeans and tshirts so there's hope." Missy can't help but laugh. As far as she's concerned Bjorn is pretty much part of their band now, especially if things are as serious as both Bjorn and Rekker had separately suggested.
"Come on." Missy gets out and there's a short woman coming toward them in ripped off jean shorts and a leather vest. She's a curly haired ginger too. Missy immediately goes and gives her a hug. The ginger girl looks a little broken up and sad but that won't last long. They're out front of a place that has huge pink letters that says Cathouse with a line out front.
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on 2021-10-25 08:57 pm (UTC)"What a fucking epic place, honey! I love it already. There are places back home in Sweden similar to this but not as---American I guess?"
He watched the two girls hug and smiled, slipping both of his arms around his band members, pulling them close. Dee's clothes pleased Bjorn and he noticed she was a little more punk than glam.
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on 2021-10-25 09:04 pm (UTC)"This is our Devil bassist, Dee Dee." She hugged on Dee and whispered. "This is Rekker's new boy and his band."
Dee lit up and Bjorn got a hug from the much shorter woman. "Hey Bjorn! Let's get some fucking drinks."
She grabbed on to him and started toward the front of the line. The club would let them right in. Missy and Dee were well known here and lines were not for them or their friends. Soon, they're inside, between bands but the club is all packed. Missy takes a hold of Urik and Lars' hands to lead them toward the bar so they don't get lost in the crowd. People are already greeting Dee where she is up front and there's definitely the vibe that they're known here.
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on 2021-10-25 09:09 pm (UTC)The singer winked at both young men and was grateful for the hug by Dee. It had been a while since he'd spent any time around young women and he realised it would be refreshing to be around Rekker's band mates. As they all walked inside, Ulrik went wide-eyed at what he saw and glanced back at the entrance, realising that no one ID'd him because he looked about sixteen. Lars was smirking at the environment and loved the whole glam side, revelling in all the sparkly clothes. Bjorn was loving it too, giggling whilst keeping his band mates close. He lived for these environments and couldn't wait to get a drink.
"Fuck yeah, drinks! Ulrik, you can drink here, honey. You're over twenty now."
The guitarist knew the rules regarding booze and being over a certain age in the States. Fuck that. Dee and Missy would sort things out if some square came over to question the young guitarist.
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on 2021-10-25 09:18 pm (UTC)Missy comes up laughing because Dee was always crazy. They have a lot of attention as they take up the end of the bar where Dee is sitting. There are already a few girls looking at the boys and Missy is watching them. Bjorn is very attractive but that way is trouble, especially if Rekker walks in the door and anything is going on.
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on 2021-10-26 06:09 pm (UTC)"Since this is a glam club it should serve decent enough cocktails. If not then that's a total fucking shame."
Of course Lars had to tart if he didn't get his own way. Bjorn poked his drummer in the shoulder and then giggled. Lars, you fucking tart! Ulrik just shrugged and waved to Dee and then took one of the 5 glasses being offered to him. Whiskey. It wasn't what he'd start with usually but Dee was being kind. Bjorn leaned over the bar to get a better look at what bottle he wanted before ordering a whole bottle of vodka just for himself for later after drinking with Dee.
Lars wasn't really a whiskey drinker since he preferred more girly drinks so looked at the glass a little apprehensively.
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on 2021-10-26 06:16 pm (UTC)She shoved the glass right in the drummer's hand and he could be all the bitch he wanted to about it. She then turned on Bjorn and slapped his hand away from the vodka playfully. "You're doing Whiskey too. O know you're not kicking around with Rekker and drinking something other than whiskey. Missy just takes the glass offered and tries not to laugh at Dee. She's a sweet woman but she's always a punk first.
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on 2021-10-26 06:21 pm (UTC)Of course Bjorn was teasing his drummer and Lars knew this but the tart just rolled his eyes and looked at Dee then the glass in his hand. What a forceful young woman! Or, rather, older punk lady? Resigning himself to the whiskey, Lars thanked Dee and then noticed Ulrik glancing around looking a little nervous because some of the bouncers were keeping an eye on him. Bjorn could see his guitarist looking a bit put out so slipped an arm around him.
"Hey, it's ok, babe. They won't throw you out, ok? You're old enough and these girls will kick anyone's ass who tries to be mean to you. Right, girls?"
Bjorn winked and Ulrik smiled a little at the girls.
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on 2021-10-26 06:24 pm (UTC)Missy noticed the worry and shrugged. "Honestly, They're probably looking to see if Rekker is around. We've played here but he's torn up more than one fight in this place that got out of hand."
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on 2021-10-26 06:28 pm (UTC)Bjorn just loving the punk's fire already, giggling and downing his glass of Jack in one, tapping the bar top with his now empty glass. Lars just stared with a bitchy glare and then shook his own head laughing softly at the singer. Bjorn was well---Bjorn. There was no fucking way he was about to get spanked by a near stranger in a glam bar. Ulrik nodded and then felt better about the looks he was getting off the bouncers. It wasn't about him.
"See, it's all cool. You can enjoy your drink now, Ulrik."
The young guitarist smiling sheepishly and sipping at his drink while enjoying the way the girls acted.
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on 2021-10-26 06:56 pm (UTC)She teased the drummer who reminded her of her brother. Always surly but not in an aggressive way. Her attention turned to Bjorn though and the internal desire to protect her bandmate. "Are you all sticking around her for awhile?"
She needed to know and was bolder than Missy who might not ask this early on about things like that.
Missy saw the shyness in Ulrik and smiled at the boy. "What do you play?" He needed a distraction to calm down and get comfortable.
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on 2021-10-26 07:05 pm (UTC)"I play the lead guitar for the band. Gibson mostly but I also have a Flying V I use for heavier riffs and more aggressive sounds. Bjorn often says I am too heavy metal for a glam metal band but he loves that I bring new sounds to Blixt. We create lightning on stage."
The young Swede instantly lighting up talking about guitar his main passion.
"Yeah, we're on tour with Ziggy Stardust, The Hell's Angels, The Hammers and now your band Hexed."
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on 2021-10-26 07:15 pm (UTC)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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on 2021-10-26 07:22 pm (UTC)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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on 2021-10-27 02:44 am (UTC)"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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on 2021-10-27 06:29 pm (UTC)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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