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.
"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.
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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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on 2021-10-27 06:46 pm (UTC)"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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on 2021-10-27 06:55 pm (UTC)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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on 2021-10-27 07:06 pm (UTC)"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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on 2021-10-27 07:27 pm (UTC)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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on 2021-10-27 07:38 pm (UTC)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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on 2021-10-27 07:48 pm (UTC)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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on 2021-10-27 07:58 pm (UTC)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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on 2021-10-27 08:07 pm (UTC)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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