On Tour With Velocity

[OrgasmBandit]

"Guys, this here is Li, our runner," Eric responded as he brought the petite asian woman front and center, keeping his arm around her, "And one of our biggest fans as well." Of course, they would all see the shirt she was wearing, with their band name and logo emblazoned across the front. "Now, Quake, I see plenty of booze, but you're right, there are some things missing," he said, his glance wavering back and forth between Li and Freddy. He wouldn't have put it past their tour manager to put a hold on the drugs until after the show, since he would have been the one to make those arrangements. Personally, Velocity's frontman was more of an alcoholic anyway, but he did try to look out for the rest of the band, in his own way, and occasionally experimented with other substances.

Figuring that Freddy wasn't likely to be any more forthcoming, he turned his attention back on the lovely woman almost trapped under his arm. "What do ya say, luv? Know where my man Quake here can find some blow?" he asked her, leaning his head close again so she could feel his breath as he spoke, despite the fact he wasn't whispering; no whispers would be heard this close to their drummer's incessant banging on whatever surface would make noise. How he and the others had gotten used to it, he wasn't sure, but the man was worth it. No one else they'd seen could keep up the sort of beat necessary for their brand of metal.

"Yeah, Freddy, we're not gonna run into that sort of shit again, are we?" he chimed in after Teddy brought up Liverpool. Those fuckers had called the cops on them just because they'd partied a little late. Of course, a little late for them was 5am, but what good was being young and a rockstar if you didn't indulge now and again. Of course, the fight with that one groupie's boyfriend probably had not helped matters, but that was security's fault.

 

[princesssexci]

Alex was caught off guard by the guy leading her to the band, though when she saw who it was, she was definitely not disappointed. She was in too much shock to actually answer his question when he asked her if she was there to meet the band. Speechless, really. It was like a surreal dream or something, just like whenever she saw him onstage.

However, something stuck out when he said ' Have you come to meet the band?' Why didn't he include himself in that, say something like 'the rest of the band' ? Was he not part of the band? She really should ask that because she didn't want to waste good hard earned money on tickets to the show and backstage passes if he wasn't even part of the band when she could use it for something useful...like sexy outfits and such.

He seemed like he was on a time limit though, for her to actually ask anything. This was noticeable as he pushed past the girl wearing a press pass. When he fully introduced himself, last name included, that name sounded familiar though it was partly because of the nickname he'd had in the middle 'fingers'. Wasn't that some failed rockstar that couldn't hack it? Kinda like her dad.

She only knew all of this because of her best friend who listened to any and everything rock and roll. His attitude reminded her of someone though, like her mothers tour manager. Tour manager! He had to be a tour manager or an agent, one of the two. She was going towards her first guess though.

"And what's your name, precious?"

Alex was brought out of her thoughts by Freddy's question, "Um, its Alexandra Micheals but you can call me Lex or Alex, Alexandra is quite a mouthful." She flashed Freddy a little smile.

 

[everbloom]

“Oi! I fought I tol’ you to lose va soddin’ shirt! Was I no’ clear about vat? Take it off!”

Ellie tembled as much as Quake was, his veins seemed to be almost humming and his skin, the picture frightening her. He was sweating, bulging, and she couldn’t help the tremmers it caused in herself. Her knees locked together, frightened.

“Do wha’ I fuckin’ say or fuck off sharpishly! I can ‘ave you back to bein’ va meat in a “Fat san’wich” so bloo’y quick it’ll make your bleedin’ ‘ead spin!”

Ellie closed her eyes, so afraid she couldn’t move, or let alone speak. Something was wrong with him, she could tell. It looked like someone had set him on fire and he couldn’t do enough. He started bagging on the counter, his drum sticks cracking against with how much force he put behind each drum.

CRACK-tacka-tacka-tacka-tacka-tacka-tacka-tacka- CRACK- tacka-tacka-tacka-tacka-tacka-tacka-tacka- CRACK-!

Each crack, made her jump. I have to get out of her. By now the place was packed, Dan, Fingers, Bong, Li, Teddy, Eric, Quake, and Alex were all crammed in here. They were all talking over Quakes banging and twitching, each sentence seemed to get worse.

"I'd do wha' 'e says luv...his attention span's not likely to last much longer if ya don't. 'Course I don't think I'd want to waste a fine specimen like yourself before sendin' ya back to the rest of the nutjobs out there...." Teddy said.

“Lizzie, dear. Pick your poison. I’ll drink wif ya, as long as you done what I told ya alre’y.”

That was it! There voices were swirling around in head. So many people talking, and so much noise. She feared she might get sick. Ellie unlocked her knees and took off for the door, without much thought at all, other than she wanted to escape. She pushed her way past Fingers and Teddy to hit Dan, Bong, and Alex. Getting past Bong and Alex wasn’t hard but when she came up to Dan it was a different story. He was blocking the doorway out. His face seemed kind, but the skull and crossbones on the curve of his neck seemed like he wasn’t to be trusted either.

“Excuse me..” she pleaded, her little hand already on the doorknob of the dressing rooms door.

 

[fuckmeat]

Li regarded Quake as Eric leaned down to her and spoke his request into her neck. It was another cheap trick but his proximity was giving her a high all of its own and she had already reconciled herself to being a fast fuck for the rock star. Quake had blood smeared under his nose, his veins were bulging and he was hammering those sticks so fast that he looked like a man possessed, which he was. Loathe as she was to act like a party pooper or refuse these guys anything, Li did her best to sound diplomatic.

"I know a guy... but Quake looks to me like one more line will win him a free ride in an ambulance and a front page drugs scandal. Are you sure he should be doing any more?"

Li hadn't touched or taken cocaine herself, all she did was put the right people together and turn a blind eye. She had seen enough cokeheads enjoying themselves though to know that Quake was on another plane of existence entirely, one that was unsustainable. If this Freddy guy was any good at his job, he'd keep his drummer from self destructing until after the gig. Li's gaze went from Quake to Freddy, seeking his verdict on the matter.

"And he should drink some water before he mainlines more whiskey." She added quietly.

Li just couldn't have this guy collapse on her today and besides that, it disturbed her the way he was terrifying that poor girl. Li shot her a look of sympathy as she elected to keep her clothes on and beat a retreat. Now all the things she had put in the band's toy box, the ones she had giggled at this morning, they seemed sordid and sinister. These guys didn't care about anyone, they just loaded girls up with drugs and booze so they could treat them like pieces of meat. She tried to step out of Eric's tight embrace but he didn't let her go. Panic began to rise inside Li. Nobody would gatecrash their dressing room looking for her, if she couldn't get out of here she'd remain at Velocity's mercy, a quality that was in very short supply.

 

[Leopald]

Freddy still had an arm around the bird who'd revealed herself as Alex, but he was struggling to hear her or anything else over the incessant drumming on the counter near a vanity mirror. He placed fingers and thumbs on his brow and rubbed, as if nursing a growing headache. Fucking primas. He picked up a tour t-shirt that was tossed among others in a pile and balled it up tight, before throwing it at Quake's face. He was hoping to throw off the guy's rhythm and draw his attention, breaking the drumming and stupid chant that happened everywhere they went. It was getting tiresome, the man was obviously too drugged up to notice much of anything anymore. Which was another reason Freddy steered clear of the drugs, in any form.

"Hey, you fucking tosser! You know the fucking rules, no drumming outside shows without your bleedin' pads! Put them shits away, and open your fucking eyes, twat! Plenty o' booze sitting everywhere, just pick some up and fucking drink you coked-up fuck!" He was nearly as red in the face as Quake was, and his arm was still around the bird. He was wondering what she thought of it all, wondering if she was going to bolt just like the other girl, but he brushed it aside soon after. The truth was, he didn't really care. There were plenty of bitches he could use, hundred ready to throw themselves at him for his connection to the band, and he really didn't care about this one. Even if she was pretty fucking hot.

As the boys started talking about drugs, Freddy lifted his hands. "Hey, hey. You know full well, no drugs this close to show time. Besides," he tossed his head towards the spastic drummer, "you really think coke is such a hot fucking idea right now? And don't even talk about Liverpool, you twits. You lot fucked me like a crew of buggers, assholes. Enough bitches round all the fucking time, you don't need to be shoving your peckers in the ones that don't want it..."

Even as he was alluding to the trouble back then, his hand was slipping down Alex's top, inside, and he cupped a breast. The action was actually completely subconscious, and he wasn't really aware at all until he had stopped yelling and realized he was squeezing the tit-flesh. He shrugged slightly. No reason to stop now, so his fingers continued to kneed and grope. He didn't look at her, didn't care to. If she would object, she'd have to be loud about it to be heard over the room, and he couldn't care less. Just a bird. One of so many.

He finally released to claim a bottle of whiskey from the table. If there was one thing yanks did right in his eyes... He spun the top and downed his first gulp, breathing out the burn. He loved it, and had been missing it for many hours. But he was complete once more. At least the fire would help alleviate the fucking headache that had been growing quickly over the past few minutes. He pointed the bottle at Alex as his arm slipped back around her.

"How 'bout it, love? Want a taste, or did you have something else in mind?"

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Fault.

The entire room grew tense as Quake banged away on the countertop, speeding up the rhythm more and more as the people who would have claimed to be his friends turned on him one by one. The timid girl was first, the one with the aire of innocence about her, who Quake himself had escorted backstage, ungrateful little cunt that she was. Next the "gopher" weighed in, judging him openly, and the "CRACK" sounds became louder, more urgent, more violent. But then when their Tour Manager, glorified babysitter that he was, chucked a shirt into the drummer's face, swearing and cursing him out, telling him what he could and couldn't do; the lid came off.

All banging and drumming ceased, the only sound that followed was that of the metal folding chair clattering with muted clangs against the carpeted floor. Quake trembled with rage, gripping both sticks in his fist until his knuckles turned white. As his face turned even redder, his veins looked like miniature serpents who had slithered into his neck and temples, all trying to attack his face. Protruding so far that one could see his pulse moving.

It was like watching the Earth along a fault line, ancient tectonic plates that had been forced together, trying in vain for centuries to gain ground against one another, instead just building pressure, and building, and building, until the moment came that it all gave way, let loose. Until that moment where the ground tore itself open, the world would tremble for it.

With one swift motion of his arm, Quake swung the broad ends of both sticks into the large vanity mirror, shattering it in a spider-web pattern out from the place of the impact. Tiny reflective triangles springing loose and littering the counter as his other hand reached for a bottle of rum.

"Fuck you, you overpaid fucking cunt!" Quake shouted, heaving the bottle against the wall behind Freddy, shattering it and leaving a wide spread of liquid as glass rained onto the carpet. "You work for us, you washed-up, piece of shit, never was, poser! We don't work for you. It's bad enough that you cling to our fucking coat-tails like a God-damned parasite, shovin' your way into the spotlight whenever you get the fuckin' chance, praying on our spare pussy, drinking up our booze while you're supposed to be managing us. You're nothing but a deluded, self-serving nobody, Freddy fuckin' Fingers! You ought to cut out your own fucking tongue before bending your chapped lips to speak to me that way again."

Quake's rage had caused his nose to bleed again, the sharp spike in his already elevated blood pressure forcing his body to seek out any outlet it could find to vent the mounting pressure which could have easily caused him a stroke. If it had been another drug in his system, a hallucinogen, or a psychedelic, even a narcotic, Quake might have just internalized his rage.

Cocaine is a fighting drug.

“Fuck you Freddy, and fuck this show. I can’t even be treated like an adult in me own goddamn dressing room. So many fucking parents in ‘ere I can ‘ardly breave.” Quake spat, his momentum faltering but his fury undaunted. “None ‘o the lo’ a ya has a damn scrap of room to point the finger at me. Least of all you Fred. So ‘ere’s a finger fo’ ya. When the label calls, askin’ why we cancelled on the biggest fuckin’ show of our careers, you tell ‘em it was because of you an’ your big fuckin’ yap. Get outa my way!”

Quake pushed his way through the crowd, shoving Ellie toward Dan and Alex toward Freddy. He shoved Alex a bit harder, using her as a weapon to try and knock the wind out of the old wind-bag. As he reached the door he turned back for just a moment.

“All this shite... the ‘birds’, the ‘bees’, the fame, the booze. Burn it all for all I give a shite.” Quake seethed, blood pouring down his lips and dripping from his chin, he pulled a roll of 20 Euro notes from his jeans and struck his lighter, setting the roll aflame and using the burning bundle to light a cigarette. “All I give a shite about is more, faster, farther and fuckin’ MORE! I never stop, I never slow down. An’ if’n any of you try to slow me down, I won’ ‘esitate to go right the fuck through ya.”

With that, Quake stormed out and slammed the dressing room door behind himself.

 

[princesssexci]

Alex couldn't believe all the madness going on around her. It wasn't like she wasn't used to madness before a show, having grown up on the road with her mother but it had never been this incredibly...what was the word? Wild. It had never been this incredibly wild. Of course pop musicians and rock musicians were from two different genres.

However, Alex was definitely certain by now that Freddy was not part of the band but a tour manager. She knew this because he acted the way her mother's tour manager acted...except, more angry and definitely more tense. It didn't stop her attraction to him though because she wasn't sure she wanted to get tangled up with the musicians, she wasn't much of a drug addict, in fact she'd never done drugs in her life and she didn't drink heavily either.

It should not have been shocking when she felt his hands wandering down to her generous amount of cleavage, rubbing and groping at it. For one, he was the tour manager of a rock group and she figured rock stars had alot more different standards than that of pop musicians. Besides, she didn't mind it quite so much, though the fact that he hadn't really said a word to her since her introduction made him rather rude; she couldn't help but moan softly while feeling slightly disappointed when he let go for a bottle of whiskey.

Ah, the drink of anger. That's what she called it due to the fact that anyone Alex ever knew that drank whiskey were angry, bitter people. Her dad for instance was a very angry bitter man and drank whiskey, tons of it.

"How 'bout it, love? Want a taste, or did you have something else in mind?"

"Do you have any beer? I don't enjoy whiskey much." She said, projecting her voice so it could be heard over the musicians and the other women.

 

[OrgasmBandit]

"Well, Freddy, you're lucky he didn't use those marble drumsticks to play a cacophony on your skull, mate," Eric laughed, shaking his head at the explosion that just happened. He had known when Quake joined the band that the man was volatile, but he was also talented. He'd been proven right by countless of these fits. "If you want to try following him, that's up to you, but I'm not the one that set him off," he added, then turned his attention back on Li. She was their runner, but as far as Eric was concerned, everything he needed prior to the show was already in the dressing room. Including a hot asian piece of ass for him to enjoy.

Turning to face her more directly, his hand moved up and cupped the side of her face firmly to prevent her from looking away from him. "Well, you're just getting a show before the show, aren't you luv?" he asked her with a grin on his lips. Quake would come back before the show, or he wouldn't. Eric, for one, was not about to try to play babysitter for the guy. "No need to get uptight, though. He'll be back when its time for the show. I don't think he'd miss that rush for anything," he explained, sensing that this bird was tense now.

Slipping his arm back around her shoulders, he brought Li with him to where the booze was collected. Picking up a bottle of tequila and opening it, he took a long swig right from the bottle before offering it to the petite woman under his arm, "Here, have some of this. It'll settle you down." As he waited for her to take the bottle, his hand slid down her spine, enjoying the feel of her warmth, separated from his touch by such a thin layer of fabric.

 

[MaskofSand]

Laurie hesitated at first, yelping softly as she landed against a chest. She wasn't sure at first who she'd slammed into, glancing up to see the smirk on Dan's face. "I'd hope you guys wouldn't disappoint. I've had lots of thoughts on you..." She glanced back as Dan 'passed her off' to Teddy, raising an eyebrow. This whole idea of needing to work for her interview was seeming to be less about the interview anymore, and more about the work.

She should have seen that coming.

"Anything I do, I do fully," She stated indignantly, tossing her head as she folded her arms. "You don't think I can keep up with you? Pft. Listen, if I-"

She cut short as Quake let loose, a furious explosion coming from him. His rockstar demands, his rockstar attitude, his overzealous anger. Her eyes widened as he hurled the bottle, bellowing his own furies at his manager, his band, anyone in the room. She knew he had a temper, she was fully aware of that. It was one of the latest bitch-outs she had with a caller.
"He's gonna Cobain. I can tell you right now, he's gonna Cobain. What kinda influence on kids is that, huh? Drugged out all the time, angry as all hell..."
"Bull-fuckin-shit. He's a GOD, you prick. So was Kurt, man. And so what if he does? he's got anger. That's the rage that drives his drums. You think him bein' some mellowed out, laid back, droopy-eyed fuck behind the kit would make them better? Fuck. No. They need that anger, man. So load him up, send him out. You know what I'd give to see that? Be like you're locked in hell with the devil himself, and the biggest rush of my goddamn life."

And here it was.
In the flesh.
Quake's rant, the devil unleashed.

She watched as he stormed past, out the door and into the hall. "Jesus fuck," She whispered, staring at the nearly broken door. "Never thought I'd..." She was smiling, actually smiling at that.

She couldn't help it. She had to follow. Pulling away from the rest of them, she headed for the door, only to pause long enough to shove a finger back at the remaining guys. "I'm still getting my interview, one way or another," She reminded them, then took to wandering after Quake. His anger was amazing, fascinating, but she also knew that getting too close to him like that was just begging for him to unleash on her. She was already fully aware on how he felt about her- or at least, who she was.

Her phone chirped.
"WHAT?!," She barked into it, not pleased with the distraction already.
"They wanna know if you got the liner yet."
"If I got the- What the hell do you think I've been doing back here?! Jesus, tell them- Tell them I'm workin' on it! Fuckin' impatient assholes..."

 

[fr33ks33k]

Much like Vesuvius, Quake was a volatile explosion that coated the room with a sort of silent reverie, some stunned and some appalled by his outburst. Teddy, however, was quite used to their drummers craziness building up and erupting, though the sound of glass shattering was slightly jarring. Shaking his head and taking a seat back on the couch, Teddy took another swig of scotch and kicked his feet up. No sense in letting a coked-up tirade from him ruin the rest of the time before the show.

"Anything I do, I do fully," "You don't think I can keep up with you? Pft. Listen, if I-" The press bird started in, but as Quake passed her, she stopped. She had a look in her eye like a kid in a candy shoppe, and as he hustled out the door, she was quick to follow, but not before remarking about her damned interview. "We'll see about that one...Laurie, was it? You still gotta earn it, and dont think it'll be easy!" With that she was off, chasing Quake like a puppy. "Yeah, you're probably right Eric, but if not, we are royally fucked....maybe the journo will talk some sense into him...or he'll unleash that smacked-up fury he's been buildin' and come down...who the fuck knows..."

Teddy shrugged and rubbed absently at his neck, tracing over the tail-end of the dragon tattoo that wound down his spine. "Well fuck, guess that leaves me with...." Teddy looked around the room, and noticed all the birds had been scooped up. "....my bottle." he finished with a chuckle. The liquor was almost half-gone by now, but he didn't mind. There was more where that came from. For now, he decided to play it cool and watch the others workin' their magics on these birds. There was a certain glint in Teddy's eyes that said that when the time was right, he'd have his turn, didn't matter which one, before the show, after...fuck, during if he could pull it off.

The scotch was definitely starting to set a buzz in his brain, and Teddy wondered who would be the first to get some, Freddy with his fast fingers already groping the newest girly, or Dan and Eric, who each seemed intent on getting their respective marks liquored up. "Oi, Freddy, that business wasn't none of our faults...birds can't keep their hands, or cunts for that matter, off of us! Oh well, they'll be back to lovin' us soon enough..." One more pull from the bottle and it was empty; Teddy set it on the table and reached for a different liquor, not really caring which kind at this point. He came up with a short bottle with a cork in it. He pulled it out and took a smell of the stuff, since there was no label. It didn't smell like anything in particular, but the scent left a slight burn in his nostrils. Shrugging, Teddy tipped the bottle back, gulping down a swallow. The liquid burned roughly as it went down, a harsh contrast to the scotch. He coughed a bit and put the bottle down on the table. Clearing his throat, he asked their runner....Li, or something of the sort..."Luv, wha's this? I don't remember it on my list, but I never check the other boys shit...wha'ever it is, we're gonna need more of it for later." Teddy took another quick drink before reclining into the plush of the couch.

 

[Leopald]

Freddy watched as Quake blew up. It was rather expected, so he just sighed and let it happen. No yelling back, no reminding the drugged drummer of everything he did for them, or that he fought the label tooth and nail just to turn the other way and pretend not to notice the rampant drug use and wild parties. This wasn't the 80's anymore, and labels had high expectations of their bands, and generally feared the fallout of such actions more than the money gained from such activity. As it was, Freddy knew there was supposed to be no drugs, yet he still provided them. And this was the thanks he got, when all he wanted was a little tail and some booze.

It was pointless to point this out to Quake, as Freddy dipped his head to the side while the bottle sailed over and smashed into the wall. Still, the drummer kept cursing and fuming, and Freddy just watched, indifferent. He caught the poor bitch shoved his way with his hands on her shoulders, though he did curse as his bottle of whiskey was dropped in the process. In all, though, he wasn't too concerned with the whole ordeal; he just cursed and grabbed another bottle. One needed to act like a fucking adult before he could expect to be treated as one. There were always better musicians out there, always bucking at the chance for a job, which Freddy had learned the hard way. Nobody in Velocity was irreplaceable. Sure, fans would be lost, but new ones gained, it was just the nature of the business. That fact wasn't going to change anytime soon. Quake would remember that, and be back before the show. Probably.

After he left, chatter seemed to start up again, while the media broad followed in Quake's wake. Freddy reached down for his phone, texting Jimmy to make sure Wilson was ready, in case Quake made good on his threat this time. He'd had the foresight to recruit a back-up tour drummer who knew all the songs, but was sadly far too calm to play with the band long-term. Which was a shame, the kid was talented as hell, but wouldn't be able to keep up with the band's lifestyle or show routine. He'd work in a pinch, though. Hopefully, Quake would get his rocks off in the chick following him and calm the fuck down. Maybe he'd remember everything Freddy fuckin' Fingers had done for them all.

Liverpool? Fucking disaster, and the label had been more than ready to drop the band like a match burned too close to the fingers. But Freddy had gone up against them tooth and nail, while silencing the fucking blabbermouths that tried to get money from the band for their behavior. It had all been covered and neatly tied, before the label could draft up the breaking papers for the contract.

Wonder how many fans would be pissed if Wilson was up on stage tonight, rather than Quake?

He offered a fake smile to Alex as he dropped the phone back in his pocket. "Now, where were we? You wanted a beer, yes? Pick one out, there's plenty to be had around here. Li, or whatever your fucking name is, pour me a glass of whatever the fuck Teddy's drinkin'. I gotta try this shit."

Meanwhile, true to his filthy nature, his hand dropped down over the back of the skirt of the girl at his side.

 

[fuckmeat]

Li just froze as Freddy launched a tirade at Quake and the guy lost the plot. He was so red faced, with such prominent veins in his head and neck that it looked to Li like he would literally explode. She moved aside as he stormed out, even though she wasn't really in his way. She had never seen anything like it. Freddy's scowl was dark as thunder but his attention was still on the girl in his arms. As the room calmed, Teddy lightened the mood by joking that he was left alone with his bottle. The tension went out of Li a little .

Eric lifted her chin and cupped her face, reassuring her that Quake wasn't about to miss the gig of his career. He drew her over to the table groaning with booze and knocked back some tequila before offering her the bottle. Li could just imagine how her manager would feel about her drinking with Velocity when she had four dressing rooms to manage. She shook her head, turning instead to look at the bottle Teddy had been drinking from.

"I'm sorry, I really am but I'm supposed to be working. I'll be free after your show but until then I have other dressing rooms to check and run for. Teddy that's Swiss Absinthe, 70% proof. I can get more, the VIP bar have stock."

Then the TM started asking about the spirit and Li mentally doubled the amount she was planning to swipe for the band. She went and poured the drink, noticing that Eric was prepared to let her out of arm's reach to fetch Freddy's Absinthe. Li tried to stay out of Eric's reach, though her eyes were telling him that she really didn't want to have to go.

"Look, I have other room to see to and now a crate of Absinthe to requisition. I'm really sorry."

She wanted him to tell her to stay, to forget her job and party with him.

 

[everbloom]

"Hey where are you going sweetheart, it's Ellie right? Don't let the guys scare you or make ya nervous, we all get a little hyper when we are due to perform."

Ellie’s blue eyes trailed from his hand to his face. He seemed a little nicer, but the flame of nervousness in Ellie’s stomach.

"Come on Ellie, come and sit with me and we can have a drink, we've got pretty much everything you could ever want as long as it's alcoholic." He listed off everything they had as she listened to the mumblings around her. Freddy and Quake had started bickering and she saw Laurie put in a few comments. She kept to herself beside Dan. That’s when the bickering turned into a explosion. Quake roared, the sheer power of his voice was just as powerful as the bottle that shattered about Freddy’s head. Ellie squeaked, trying to not scream from how it frightened her.

Any leverage she had on the door was gone as he barreled towards her like a freight train, she grabbed Dan by the shirt for support as he passed and lit a rolled of money just to light his cigarette.

 

[princesssexci]

"Now, where were we? You wanted a beer, yes? Pick one out, there's plenty to be had around here. Li, or whatever your fucking name is, pour me a glass of whatever the fuck Teddy's drinkin'. I gotta try this shit."

Her heart thumped wildly as he smiled at her, fake or real she wasn’t quite certain but either way, it was a very handsome smile. Alex pursed her lips and looked through the beers, finally choosing one. She wasn’t real familiar with her types of beer, so she supposed it didn’t really matter which one she drank as long as she loosened up a tad bit, she would definitely need it, judging by the madness going on around her.

Her eyes followed the press girl as she followed Quake out of the door. Lex wasn’t sure if she’d be willing to follow someone with such…anger proble—oh wait; she was already doing that wasn’t she? And he wasn’t even part of the band, not really. He was just the tour manager, which she supposed was important enough and it wasn’t like she was a gold digger looking for someone with lots of money, anyways.

Caught up in her own thoughts, she hadn’t realized that Freddy’s hand had somehow slipped down to her skirt causing Alex to blush slightly. It was apparent that Freddy was not the kind of guy to waste time going through the ‘getting-to-know-you’ shit though she didn’t think there were many guys out there who did waste time, especially when they were horny which 99 percent of the time, they were.

Alex took a long gulp of her beer. If she had been standing in front of Freddy she may have been doing some very naughty things herself, like grinding against him or something to that extent, however she could be patient. However, the silence was killing her, driving her absolutely mad because they weren’t doing much talking and though she wasn’t really in the mood for the get to know shit, she figured it was a lot better than just standing there like an emotionless statue.

Besides, it only seemed fair since she was allowing practically a stranger to touch her as though they were aquainted. Clearing her throat, she turned so that she was facing him, but at the same time she was trying to move so far that he thought she didn't want Freddy to touch her. “So, are things always this crazy before a show?” She’d play as though she’d never been backstage before a concert before. Alex didn’t think it wise to let them know she was related to someone famous.

 

[babyblueeyes]

Eyes the color of jade flashed impatiently as they glanced down the hall. The sole of one black work boot, her "shit kickers", rested against the wall as the girl leaned back, as she held one leg lifted and bent, braced against the wall. Standing so left her dark grey ruffle skirt riding higher on her thighs than it normally would, the skirt flaring about her hips, and yet, it would take sheer luck for someone to glimpse the black and pink g-string that cupped her mound, the triangle that held her sex black whereas the string itself was a pale shade of pink. A disdainful huff at having to linger so, to suffer the boredom, lifted generous c-cup breasts encased in a black t-shirt, the front of which read "SECURITY" in white block letters, the lettering flowing across the curves of her breasts. The collar to the shirt was stretched on one side, revealing a fair shoulder and pink bra strap, the shade of which would match the string between the pert globes of her ass.

Her lips formed a slight frown, those lips glistening with strawberry lip gloss as her hands lifted to idly run through and toss her black tresses, the ends of which were highlighted with brown. Her eyes, those green orbs that could stare down a man twice her size, were framed and enhanced with mascara as her gaze remained on those passing through the hallway. It was strange to think of this 5'4 girl working security, when most of her co-workers were beefy men, and she was the object of numerous inquisitive looks. She wasn't afraid to admit it, her father had connections that scored her this job, that allowed her to keep it when minor indiscretions might have stripped it from her. Still, she was damn good at it and willing to manhandle these starstruck bitches when her male counterparts might hesitate for fear of hurting them.

Black and grey striped fingerless gloves that ascended midway to her elbows moved with her hands as her fingers idly tapped against the cement wall behind her. God, but she was getting bored. It was almost with a sigh of relief that she turned her head and gaze toward a commotion down the hall, thankful for anything even slightly entertaining to watch. Those full lips quirked into a half smirk to see none other than Quake Richter storm from what she knew to be the band's dressing room. Her father's connections weren't quite that good, to have her working security for the bands themselves, but a star throwing a tantrum was nothing new to her eyes.

Still, the veins in his face outright bulged, as if his blood itself was pulsating with his anger, his face a thunderhead waiting to explode. It was with some measure of amusement that she watched him, as knowing how her own anger was prone to explode left her intrigued at how the emotion appeared on the faces of others, when she was calm enough to take notice. The girl trailing after the drummer barely managed to attract her notice. Rylie was security, but it wasn't her job to babysit the band members or to try and stop a single determined fan from reaching them, at least, not the ones already legitimately backstage. Nor was her interest in rockstars so great that she'd step out to fawn over the anger driven drummer. That kind of interest she would feel when they managed to play and fuck.

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

Self-Destruction

Quake gripped the stone drumsticks in his fist until his knuckles turned white. He had to get out, to get away. Behind him he could hear the faint scuffle of footsteps, not chasing, but following for certain. He didn't dare look back, if he saw Freddy's face just then he was certain he'd start punching and wouldn't stop until both of them were bloodied and unable to stand. Instead he just smoked and stormed down toward the stage.

Empty space. Solitude. It was what he needed, more than any substance or comfort.

Out of the corner of his eye, Quake saw a girl in a Security T-Shirt. In her eyes he saw recognition, she knew who he was, but she also wasn't impressed, at least not the way most women who knew him were. It was more familiar than she had any right to be, yet it was somehow endearing.

"I'm goin' backstage." Quake told her flatly, not making an excuse or asking permission, merely acknowledging the fact that she had a right to know and he was in no mood to explain his motives any further than that.

Tossing the heavy black curtain aside that separated the stage from the back-stage area, Quake stayed hidden in the wings. The open field in front of the stage was already filling up, the sight of one band member without the rest of the band could have caused a riot. Instead he remained hidden until he reached the ladder which allowed him to climb up into the fly space. A network of cat walks and lighting rigs, all obscured from view by curtains and shadow.

He was already at the top of the rig before he looked over his shoulder to see the Journo-Whore following on his heels. He sighed in frustration as he walked with purpose to the middle of the rig. Straddling a post from the handrail, Quake looked out over the still gathering crowd, illuminated by the orange of the setting sun.

"Do you ever feel like va worl' might be a be'er place wifout you in it?" Quake asked softly, not caring if she heard or not; not really speaking to her either. "Like maybe it's you vat has tha pro'lem an' everybody else is jus' collateral damage."

Quake pulled his shirt off before hugging the thin metal rail, the cool metal heaven against his overheated skin. When Laurie crouched near to him, Quake scooted back from the edge and rose to his feet, swinging one leg over then the other, standing on the edge of the rafter and holding himself up with hands and heels alone.

"I don' know how long I been doin' this, but before every show, I fink about jumpin'. Maybe this is as good as it's ever gonna get, maybe vere is only pain and disappointment from 'ere on out. Hell, maybe I could survive and be a headline story. Maybe I'd just spike frough the bloody stage and wind up poking out like a daisy. Like Veder did..." Quake sighed, his sticks making a high squeal against the metal as he brought his hands closer together, pushing himself farther out and closer to a certain death. "Maybe I'm not even a person like va rest of em. I look at veir faces, right? And I see vis look, an' I ask: 'Ave I ever been that 'appy, in me whole life?' What most of them would call self-destruction, I call self-discovery... An' I still ain't figured out who the bloody hell I am."

Quake was rambling, sure. But it all made since to him. Maybe she needed to tell him, to reassure him that life had meaning, that it was something worth-while he was doing. That there were still things on Earth worth hoping for.

Quake leaned forward a bit more and looked back.

 

[MaskofSand]

Bong had followed him, all over that backstage area, even through the curtains. Security had only given her a little glance- surprising, really, but she didn't think that much on it. It wasn't until he looked at her at that ladder that any question came to her mind.

He had looked at her. RIGHT at her. And he didn't say a word.

She hesitated with that, unsure on following. But if he wasn't going to bitch her out here for coming this far, then maybe...

What was the worst that could happen?
He shoves you off. You fall to the stage and break you neck. Die right here.
Yeah, but he'd have touched you. You'd die happy.
Her own mental argument. This couldn't be good.

Oh, fuck it... Up she went.

She had just hit the top rung, halfway onto the rig with him as he spoke. Bong just stared at him for a moment, her lips parted, shocked to hear such a thing from him. Fuck, that guy she argued with had been right. He really was self-destructing, self-loathing. A musician's hatred.

Slipping up next to him, though trying to keep a safe bit of distance just in case, she frowned as she glanced at him. "It's why I fight with everyone. To make them prove to me that there's someone else out there. If they hate me, they prove it even more. It gives me reason. I give them something to hate, and they give it back to me. A full hate-hate relationship."

Was he even listening? She wasn't sure.
When he stood, she watched him again, lost on what to do as he stepped over the bars. Stop him? No.

"I wouldn't broadcast it." She stared at him, her face expressionless. "I wouldn't say a damn word."

Laurie stood up herself then, inching closer to the edge and peering over. Jesus. "I know you don't much like me. Yeah, that's probably an understatement. But. Everyone down there, all those little lives, they look up to you as this amazing figure in their existence. I hear from kids that listen to you guys. How much they connect with your music. These weepy, bawling rants on how your songs save their lives..."

She looked at him again, then back to the long distance to the ground below. Following him up here had been a horrible idea, but she wasn't going to head back down now. "Who the hell are you? That's that same question everyone asks themselves every damn morning. There's no set definition to it... You fill it in as you go along. Don't make it a short entry, Quake. Make it one unbelievably long, amazing one." She smiled slightly, offering out her hand to him. "There's a whole shitload of things I want to add to mine."

 

[fr33ks33k]

"Absinthe eh? Well, guess the Swiss decided to get off their lazy arses and make something more worthwhile than cheese..." Teddy took another swig from the dark green bottle before setting it back on the table. Closing his eyes, Teddy took several deep breaths, drinking in the various fragrances of the multiple women in the room, the sharp hit of whiskey from the broken bottle, and finally he could smell the absinthe on his own breath. The scotch and absinthe in his system made for an interesting buzz....he wasn't sure what it was about it, but it brought him to an almost zen-like state.

Through the calm in his head, Teddy kept hearing a deep thrumming, much like a bass line. The thrumming turned into a rhythm that rose and fell and jumped like the tides. His left foot began tapping subconsciously, and before long his fingers were tapping to the unknown musings in his head. It grew louder and louder, his pulse almost matching the pace of the frenetic booming in his temples. His eyes snapped open and he saw Dan and the redhead step out of the dressing room. Teddy looked at the small digital clock on one of the vanity tables. 45 minutes til showtime...just enough time to get this groove out of his head and through his fingers. It would beat incessantly at his brain if he didn't.

Standing and stretching, his muscles flexing and tensing before relaxing once more. To Freddy he said simply "Well mate, happy shagging. I'm off to use my fingers on something that won't disappoint me after 10 minutes..." his humor was very apparent in the shake of his shoulders as he left the dressing room, boots clomping down the hall toward the backstage.

Moving through the various other bands and their groupies hanging out, Teddy drifted closer to the actual backstage area. When he got there he noticed an odd sight, even for a festival like this. She was short, but curvy in all the right places. She had on big black boots that looked like they'd seen their fair share of combat, and her gray skirt left almost nothing to the imagination. The odd thing came when he saw her form-fitting black tee was emblazoned with the big block letters reading "SECURITY". Teddy did a double-take, eyes narrowing a bit before widening with a bit of surprise and amusement. Making a detour, he strode over to her, a wolfish smile on his face. " 'Ello luv....I've gotta say, they should start hiring more security guards like you...definitely better to look at than those apes." he pointed a thumb at the few security men over by the still-raving throng. "But I wonder, how tough a cookie d'you hafta be to get on with those blokes?"

 

[babyblueeyes]

Her fingers drummed against the concrete wall as boredom set in. Pale green eyes flashed over the people that passed by her as full lips pursed in a slight scowl. There never was anything to do at this point - those that were allowed backstage were already in the back, those that weren't were held off in the front by her co-workers. There simply was nothing for her to do save crowd watch, and the people had the nerve to be boring. Not a one of them even tried to do anything stupid or crazy, so her entertainment was lacking.

It was with some measure of amusement that she noted band members trickling out of their dressing room, two of them with a girl in tow, after one fashion or another. She almost thought the drummer looked at her as he passed, something that gave her a little start, her eyes widening. Rylie might be somewhat accustomed to famous musicians with her job, but she wasn't immune to their fame. To add oil to the fire, the guitarist smiled at her! She wanted to snort at that, considering that he was pulling a girl behind him at the time - likely he thought to add to his fun.

Her eyes flashed once more as she was approached, this time by the band member she recognized as Teddy. Her eyes coolly regarded him for a moment as her fingertips tapped against the concrete wall and her boot pressed harder into it as her back arched. She was almost insolent in the time she took to answer him before the corners of her lips teased into a smile of her own, equally predatory to his. Her chin lifted, her head tilted slightly as she raised her gaze to his, batting her lashes to him sarcastically, her voice overlaid with forced sweetness. "I'm meaner than they are."

 

[fr33ks33k]

This one was definitely a firecracker...Teddy continued to smile as she responded to his joking words. "Now that one I believe. Nice boots by the way, real shit kickers those are...By the by, I'm off to have a bit of practice before we go on. What section you got for the show? Maybe I'll see you usin' your boots on that lot." he said gesturing again to the roiling mass of people still pressing against the wall of security, urgently seeking to get behind the gates and into their own personal Valhalla. In truth, with it this close to showtime, the masses were starting to trickle toward the stages, passing the merch tables and forming up groups that would become pits of whirling thrashing fans.

Teddy gave the green-eyed girl a wave as he passed her and moved through into the backstage area, oblivious to Quake and Bong above him as they dangled their lives off the rigging. He looked every which way but up as he finally laid eyes on his little nook of the darkened areas behind the curtains.

With deft hands he scooped up the heavy black bass, fingers tracing over the curves and edges of the wicked design. This bass was Teddy's favorite, and as such he rarely used it for shows. Instead, he used it to free his mind of the incessant, persistent beats and grooves that got stuck in his head constantly. It was the perfect weight, never feeling too much for his shoulders to support, nor too light for his fingers to beat on roughly, especially when the rhythm was primal.

Plugging into a small v-shaped amp (and small was relative to the huge amps just yards away on the stage), Teddy began to play slowly, working his fingers over the frets, hitting note after note of a scale, then a minor scale, then a harmonic. As he played, the notes came faster and faster, blurring together at times. This was especially interesting to hear from a bassist, but his musical aptitude made it possible for him to do such things. After the last note was hit, he adjusted the tone knobs slightly, his thumb strumming his E-string to get to the right sound.

Then it started. His foot tapped, slowly and lightly at first, but with more force as the rhythm beat at his temples. Teddy's eyes closed as his fingers took the flow of music from his brain and sent it into his beloved bass. It was a low deep rumble of open notes, taken suddenly higher as his fingers blazed down the frets, fingers gripping the neck as the highway of notes took a sharp curve, digits pounding onto the A-string. The sound was not a cacophony of noise, random notes smashed together by a novice, but the growing roar of an alien symphony. The classical roots Teddy had grown were apparent in his play-style, but it was cloaked in the dark metal tone of his riff. Stopping for the briefest of moments, Teddy turned his amp up even louder, returning to the song that had embedded itself in his mind, both hands manipulating the strings of his instrument with speed and precision. His toned biceps flexed as his hands caressed and moved along the frets, and his chest rose and fell with a steady metre of it's own. His foot had ceased tapping, though his head now bobbed to the rhythm, growing faster before ebbing slowly and becoming a rather melancholy tune, almost elegiac in it's pace. Teddy closed his eyes once more and he saw a thunderstorm, clouds rolling and swelling, ready to burst forth their bounty.

His green-hazel eyes opened slowly, glinting impossibly bright in the dimmed light of the backstage, and his fingers continued to play; he was lost for these moments in the song that had captured his mind, he had shut out all peripheral images. The only thing that existed for this moment was him, his bass, and the beautiful form of the music that flowed like a river from him, a storm accented by a lightning strike or thunderclap with each heavy note that transitioned him from string to string.

 

[everbloom]

Ellie hadn’t expected Dan’s kind gesture. Looking up at him, had what she could only describe as a hard face. He wasn’t a pretty boy what-so-ever but something still made her think of him as strikingly good looking. Her stomach pressed against his, every breath she took was a reminder of how close they were. Loosening his hold on her frame he checked his watch. He seemed to think about something while he watched it before focusing back down on Ellie’s blue eyes. They were gently red rimmed and her eyebrows upturned it what looked like underlying fear. She was softly cowering under him, unsure of his next move.

"I'm going for a cigarette, why don't you come and keep me company."

Without answering his finger snaked around her wrist, and her palm clasped his arm to not be dragged. Opening a door to the outside, London’s wind whipped her hair back. He let go of her wrist to replace it with a gesture of sharing.

“Want one?”

“I don’t really smoke…” she said softly as he took a drag from his own. Despite how disgusting she found the thought of doing it herself, she found it utterly attractive on him. Strang thoughts of kissing him fluttered her mind as she lowered her gaze to her sneakers. Her thick eyelashes curled against her apple colored cheeks.

"So what do you do, apart from follow kick ass bands all over the country?"

He took another drag while she vainly tried not to think of how perfect it would be if he took another one as he pulled her close, blow out like he did while flicking it away, and settling his mouth over hers.

“I write…” she mumbled, feeling a bit unsure of herself now that she was in the presence of a star. It was one thing to sing for her family and the people in her town, but these people where stars, they were paid big money for their voice and mind.

"What's your favorite song then Ellie? Whatever it is I'll try and make sure we play it at some point tonight."

Weren’t they going to play all there songs? She didn’t know how this worked very well, but she decided it was better not to question. Before she had came here, she had spent days listening to their CD. In the car, on her player while she ran, sometimes even before she fell asleep at night. Looking at him, the sound of his guitar had put her to sleep many times. She couldn’t imagine he knew that, but that was something she envied; To be that talented.

”Six Billion Fools is my favorite.” It had the longest guitar solo she thought as it sounded like a beautiful tune with the ongoing flow it had compared to their other songs.

 

[babyblueeyes]

Her eyes went to her boots at his mention of them, her lips curled into a slightly pleased smile as raven tresses chased with brown fell about her face. Looking up once more, that smile remained on her lips, and her face was somewhat softened by it, the edge in her eyes receding as she warmed to him. At his question, the smile faded, a sigh passing her lips instead as she mumbled under her breath, her words barely audible, if that. "I'll be backstage, still." Her eyes rolled in disdain at the thought of being confined to the back as that mesmerizing music flowed over the gathering masses. She would have to make do with seeing the band on TV screens scattered throughout the back.

It was with some measure of curiosity that she watched him go, her green eyes fixated on his back as he walked away. With a blush, she realized she'd been staring, somewhat starstruck herself for once, and her gaze found its way back to her boots, focusing all too hard on them until he was out of sight. The petite security guard leaned further into the wall, her head tilted back as the back of her head rested against it with her back arched. Her eyes were half closed as she sought some release from the boredom that would seek to claim her once more, even if only through halfway dozing off.

Her eyes closed the rest of the way. A low whimper rose from her throat. Her hips pressed back into the wall, ass moving against it as she whimpered again, her hips gyrating of their own accord. They were calling to her, the musical notes that were so tantalizing close, and she found herself pushing away from the wall, her feet leading her as her hips managed to sway even with her walking in boots. It was all she could do to not rush forward and find the source, but the last thing she wanted to do was startle the musician and end his playing.

Her hearing guided her through the curtains as she continued to walk toward the source of the music that crawled delightfully along her every nerve. Her entire body felt as though it pulsated with desire, with need, all in time to the rise and fall of the chords. Upon seeing Teddy standing there, behind the curtains, his bass hung over one shoulder as his fingers danced deliciously over the strings, she couldn't help but bite into her full bottom lip. She walked forward, almost as if a creature possessed before moving to sit cross-legged before him, a mere foot from where he played. Sitting so lifted her skirt so that silken thighs were revealed, but she didn't care and couldn't care with the melody that flowed through her. Eyes reminiscent of palest jade burned with a lust that blazed through her, that set every sense afire.

Her desire took hold as his song pumped all the louder from his fingertips. Somewhere within her mind, she was conscious of herself scooting forward, of being at his feet as she leaned forward, her head just below the bass itself as her lips pressed to his crotch. Against the jeans, she whispered, even as her tongue traced the outline of him through the thick fabric, "Please, don't stop playing."

 

[fr33ks33k]

Teddy's eyes had drifted closed once more as his song went on, moving from elegy to overture and back, the keys and times changing sporadically, but never incoherently. His forearms bulged slightly with the strain his fingers underwent, sweeping up and down the neck of his guitar. It was somewhat odd to see, for the bass was not often the instrument of soloists, often only revered for its ability to back any type of music with its swelling, pulsing force. He heard footsteps, not heavy stomps but still louder than sneakers, but chose to ignore them. Let whoever it was pass by without a care, the rhythm is all that matters now.

It was not until he felt her touch that his eyes opened again. Her mouth was right against him, her warm breaths sinking into his jeans as she sat cross-legged before him, her gray skirt rising high on her soft thighs. Teddy looked down on her, the gorgeous girl with night-dark hair and incredibly pale green eyes, as she trailed her tongue over his crotch, entreating him to continue playing. As she spoke, his fingers continued to move of their own accord, slowing considerably as his focus shifted. He swallowed hard. There had been fans eager enough to suck his cock before, but this was different. It seemed as though he were a snake-charmer, and it was his tune that drew this beautiful cobra to him. He locked eyes with her, his gaze telling her all she needed to know. He wouldn't stop playing, not so long as she was captivated by it.

His eyes, normally more brown than green, shifted suddenly in the limited light. It was perhaps imperceptible, but now the green shone prominently as they stared deep into the pale green of the girl's entranced eyes. His focus was now split, but the rhythm that had consumed him earlier was still a driving force, not to be denied, and so his hands did as his mind commanded, unraveling the song continuously, skipping from string to string and back again. Through years of practice and the constant touring his fingers had become calloused and toughened, and thankfully so, for any other person's might have found themselves blistered and bloodied by the pace of his playing. A smile subconsciously worked its way to his lips; not the hound-like smile from earlier, a more pure smile. A simple expression of pleasure.

 

[babyblueeyes]

Soft pants passed full, parted lips. Her face, held to his jean-covered crotch, reflected adoration of the music he played, the music that held her captivated and enthralled. With a little moan, her face pushed harder into his crotch, her tongue licking the rough fabric, tracing the outline of him as she whimpered softly to feel him grow. Her mouth closed around him through the jeans then, further enhancing the outline of his bulge as he teeth grazed along it. In the next instant, one hand lifted to pull down his zipper, her eyes focused on his own, her breasts heaving with the excited breaths that filled her chest.

His eyes held her. Those intense green eyes left her mind numb and her will susceptible to his as her body reacted to the music, as tremors of pleasure passed through her. It felt as though her very skin was on fire with her arousal, to the point that she couldn't help but press her wanton mouth against the open fly of his jeans, her tongue snaking through it to lick at the soft skin of his shaft and to trail through the hair around the base of his cock. Her eyes closed then, her senses alive with the musky scent of him as she moved onto her knees, her hips lifted slightly as she leaned forward into him.

The small of her back dipped down with her ass thrust out ever so slightly, causing the grey, ruffle skirt to lift, revealing the curve of her ass and the pink string that descended between her cheeks before meeting the black triangle of fabric that clung to her damp mound. Her eyes flashed open suddenly, focused on his once more as one delicate hand reached into his fly, slender fingers grasping, pulling him free, her lips moving forward immediately to trail kisses along his head and shaft as she held his cock to her lips, not yet taking it between them, her voice a soft, needful whisper, "Please."

 

[UnHolyPimpHand]

The Needle and the Damage Done

Quake glanced back over his shoulder at the girl, earnestly trying to “talk him down.” It felt good, in a peculiar way, that this woman who knew nothing about him cared enough to want him to go on living, in spite of the fact that he’d never done anything but berate and verbally abuse her.

Curling his arms back around the rail, Quake pushed off and leaned back, neatly flipping his legs over the rail to land squarely on the walkway with his trunk jutting out over the stage. He slid back under the rail and lifted his cigarette to his lips for one final drag before flicking it from the rafters. He turned to face Laurie fully now. He smiled wider as his hands moved to the buckle of his belt and he undid that first then the fly of his jeans, letting them fall down around his ankles as he slid the belt from the loops to keep it in his hand.

Quake could see in her eyes that she thought this was an invitation of some sort, but there was no time for sex now. The crowd was growing more still, and show time was fast approaching. He sat down beside her and looped the belt around his upper thigh, just above the place where his thigh was littered with long bruised track marks from repeated injections.

“It’s almost time now, luv.” Quake said softly to the girl beside him. “Help tie me off would ya? We’re gonna see just ‘ow good you are at keepin’ secrets.”

From inside the deep pockets of his jeans, extracting a small, black balloon and a bent, charred spoon. After pouring a drop of water from a bottle into the spoon, Quake sprinkled the white powder in the balloon onto the surface of the water. He held a flame under the spoon and held it there until the water boiled and the fluid mixed into a strong concoction. He let the heroine, water mixture cool briefly, handing off the belt to Laurie as he uncapped a fresh syringe also extracted from his pocket.

After drawing back the plunger and drawing in all of the drug from the spoon, Quake turned the needle upward and flicked the side, forcing any bubbles to the top and squeezing down on the plunger until a clear bead of fluid dripped down the needle. With Bong’s help, he isolated the vein on his inner thigh and injected himself, drawing a small crimson ribbon of his own blood into the chamber before pushing down and flooding the hot fluid into his veins.

Quake let out a long, halting sigh, leaning back against the railing heavily and letting his arms fall to his sides, the needle still dangling from it’s place suck in his leg.

“Yeah.... that’s the stuff.” Quake sighed, eyes half lidded as he felt the intense high spread through his system. “Now I can play a fucking show.”

The surge of hot heroine was overwhelming as Quake took the belt back away from Bong, letting it go slack and allowing his blood to circulate again. Suddenly it felt like his veins were filled with rabbit down, the mere pass off the outdoor breeze on his skin more pleasurable than the sweetest lover’s caress. Without hesitating or even knowing why, he reached out to the back of her head and pulled Laurie into a deep passionate kiss.