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This is a spin-off from https://forum.literotica.com/showthread.php?t=480531&page=4
Play Me the Music!
Alexi and Mikey's meeting at the party was kind of lost in the shuffle of quick short posts in the above thread, so this is the story of what happens during the rest of the night between them. This first post is a copy-n-paste job of the first few posts between Alexi and Mikey, and as such is fairly long. Lurkers, don't feel too overwhelmed, it's really seven or eight posts all in one.
Mikey intro post:
Name: Mikey McKay
Age: 27
Physical Description: about 5'10", long curly brown hair, usually split down the middle and falling in front of his face, brown eyes, bit of freckles, dark red beard.
Personality: He's having a good time on stage, when he's playing, or when he's jamming, or basically any other time he has his guitar in his hand. When he doesn't have his instrument, it always seems like he's looking for something, or maybe he's a bit lost. Stands off to stage right, no mic, just his modded-out red Fender Strat and a dozen effects pedals, and he leads the charge, matching his licks to Dexter's rhymes and driving home some wicked improvised solos. While he likes playing the songs from their most recent record, he really wants to be able to mix it up a bit more and get out there more. He typically plays a show just a bit loaded on beers and a joint, but lately has started dabbling in smoking opium for back-stage jams.
Relation to the Band: Lead Guitar
Alexi intro post:
https://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=20319291&postcount=29
Name: Alexi Rayder
Age: 22
Physical Description: A leggy 5'7", Burgundy hair, dark blue eyes, Naturally dark Italian bronze skin. Alexi is a devout lover of leather and metal and usually includes some combination thereof in her daily wardrobe.
Personality: Dark, moody, brooding, dangerous and quiet. She keeps to herself, letting music do her expressing for her. She'd just as soon put a head through a wall as just sit and let a guy fawn over her, secretly, she probably adores the attention.
Relation to the Band: Die-hard fan
And so begins the thread:
Mikey took a last hit on his pipe, blowing the smoke out, though it was hard to tell as his car was already totally hot-boxed. He'd went straight out to his car from the stage, not bothering with the drama backstage. He knew it had been a good show... his own face had been properly melted, and he was the one dishin the licks. He had grabbed this hella foxy groupie on the way out, and she took a big hit on the ganja and announced that it was "kicked".
"C'mon," Mikey said, "let's get back inside, they're gonna start wondering... still I'm wondering why..." he trailed off, stumbling out of the car. He felt like he was missing something. He looked across the roof of the car at his smoking buddy. "Did I leave my keys in there?" he asked. "No," he said, answering his own question, as he found his keys in his pocket.
He and the girl stumbled back inside. "So... tell me," he said, "what was your name again?"
Quote:
Originally Posted by CrimsonKitten
Aahh the afterparties. In truth, the simpering, vapid, shiftless masses that followed these guys made Alexi sick like Ipecac and bad flu, but... she managed to deal. She was in no fresh hurry to throw herself in the middle of the shrieking women who by now had reapplied makeup to splochy, half-drunken faces and attepted to rearrange clothing previously lost in fits of praying that one of the guys would oogle their chests and fall madly in love. She sniffed disdainfully at that thought. Yes, that's all it takes to incite five of the most creative musical minds of their time. A pair of nipples.
Alexi quietly ordered a raspberry vodka shot and wrinkled her nose as she glanced over her right shoulder. 'The hell is that smell?? It appeared one of the aforementioned shirtless lunatics was losing beer at an accelerated rate not to far from her... through her mouth. Alexi grimaced and moved a few feet away, swirling the shot in her fingers before glancing around at the rest of the party. What... a... night.
Mikey made his way through the bar in a haze; with all the shit in his system, he was surprised he really wanted another beer. Truthfully, though, all he really wanted was to get away from all these assholes and play his guitar, let his fingers noodle on to the next riff, the next line, the next big explosion...
He finally got to the bar, practically collapsing on it, leaning heavily against it. He slapped a fiver on the counter and asked politely for a pale ale. The beer came back a few moments later, and then a few moments after that the smell hit him.
Mikey turned and saw the girl losing her dinner. Well, dinner wasn't quite right, it looked like it was all liquid, and it smelled like it was all liquor. Suddenly, a foxy young lady bumped into him, trying to get herself away from the stink of the alcoholic vomit.
"Sorry," he said. "I'm in your way." He stepped back to let her pass, smiling at her, his mind still on scales and chords and progressions and face-melting improvisations...
"Sorry, I'm in your way."
She'd scarcely realised that in her haste to put as much distance between her and the vom-bot as possible, she'd very nearly run over.. Mikey McKay. It took less than a second to recognise him with a cant of her head and a lift of a brow. He had obviously been having his own little party for a while now. Alexi thought it a small wonder that he was still standing of his own volition.
"No one's ever in my way honey." Lifting the stringent vodka with hints of raspberry to her left cheek, she winked. In one smooth motion rolled the glass over her lips. Tossing back her head, she downed the liquid as the glass continued to roll it's way to her right cheek. Alexi ran her tongue across patent red lips to gather all the remaining traces of her drink as the shot glass fell against her right hand that had been patiently waiting at her hip.
"By the way, nice show tonight Mikey."
"Thanks," Mikey said. "But you just had the best lick of the night." That was quite a move! Mikey didn't think he could do that sober, much less as shitty as he was right now. He checked her out as she did so, and she definitely had a killer body. Groupies tended to have nice tits. Mikey knew you'd have to watch out for the ones that had complete packages, like this one. There was always more than met the eye.
"You know my name but I'm afraid I don't know yours," he said. "What am I going to be shouting later?"
She had to give him credit, even wasted he was endearing. What he didn't seem to capture, was that she wasn't exactly going to hop on the bar, spread her legs and lift her skirt for him. Her dream was the music, sure, the guys playing it were drool-worthy, but respect for them went deeper in Alexi than in 90% of the female population there that night.
Placing a net-gloved hand on her hip she leaned against the bar and sized him up obviously. Eyes the color of the deep ocean after a storm appraised each detail as though she were an artist, sketching a likeness.
"Shouting hm? Am I going to take your spot as lead guitar or something? Plan on being my fan-boi, huh?"
"I just need to know what to name the song I write as soon as you leave me. The only shouting I ever do is over the screech of my guitar. It's probably good they don't let me have a mic," he said. "Can I buy you another shot? How many more of them tricks you got up your sleeve?"
She lifted a brow giving him yet another once-over. When she decided he was about as sincere as Mikey McKay was want to get, she shrugged lightly and tapped a black-tipped red laquered nail against the bar, lifting one finger at the bartender to order a repeat shot. Alexi leaned in slightly with a smirk.
"This one requires that you order one for yourself, so.. take your pleasure." She grinned as he mulled it over in his mind and seemed to be having a difficult decision. Tapping the bar again she lifted two fingers instead taking the heat off of him... for a moment.
Waiting for their shots to arrive, Alexi slid onto the bar on her stomach and plucked a stemmed cherry from the garnish tray. All the while, her maneuver allowed the briefest glimpse of a black lace tanga beneath her leather skirt. Feet firmly on the ground once more, she looked up in time for the clear glasses to be placed before her and dropped the little red treat in the one closest to her. Shots in hand, she turned to Mikey and tapped the glass that held the cherry.
"You hold this one in your mouth. When it's gone," She tapped the glass containing only the vodka. "You put this one in its place and hold it there. Got it? Think you can handle that?"
OOC: I still need to post a reply to Kitten's last post just above, and will do so ASAP
Play Me the Music!
Alexi and Mikey's meeting at the party was kind of lost in the shuffle of quick short posts in the above thread, so this is the story of what happens during the rest of the night between them. This first post is a copy-n-paste job of the first few posts between Alexi and Mikey, and as such is fairly long. Lurkers, don't feel too overwhelmed, it's really seven or eight posts all in one.
Mikey intro post:
Name: Mikey McKay
Age: 27
Physical Description: about 5'10", long curly brown hair, usually split down the middle and falling in front of his face, brown eyes, bit of freckles, dark red beard.
Personality: He's having a good time on stage, when he's playing, or when he's jamming, or basically any other time he has his guitar in his hand. When he doesn't have his instrument, it always seems like he's looking for something, or maybe he's a bit lost. Stands off to stage right, no mic, just his modded-out red Fender Strat and a dozen effects pedals, and he leads the charge, matching his licks to Dexter's rhymes and driving home some wicked improvised solos. While he likes playing the songs from their most recent record, he really wants to be able to mix it up a bit more and get out there more. He typically plays a show just a bit loaded on beers and a joint, but lately has started dabbling in smoking opium for back-stage jams.
Relation to the Band: Lead Guitar
Alexi intro post:
https://forum.literotica.com/showpost.php?p=20319291&postcount=29
Name: Alexi Rayder
Age: 22
Physical Description: A leggy 5'7", Burgundy hair, dark blue eyes, Naturally dark Italian bronze skin. Alexi is a devout lover of leather and metal and usually includes some combination thereof in her daily wardrobe.
Personality: Dark, moody, brooding, dangerous and quiet. She keeps to herself, letting music do her expressing for her. She'd just as soon put a head through a wall as just sit and let a guy fawn over her, secretly, she probably adores the attention.
Relation to the Band: Die-hard fan
And so begins the thread:
Mikey took a last hit on his pipe, blowing the smoke out, though it was hard to tell as his car was already totally hot-boxed. He'd went straight out to his car from the stage, not bothering with the drama backstage. He knew it had been a good show... his own face had been properly melted, and he was the one dishin the licks. He had grabbed this hella foxy groupie on the way out, and she took a big hit on the ganja and announced that it was "kicked".
"C'mon," Mikey said, "let's get back inside, they're gonna start wondering... still I'm wondering why..." he trailed off, stumbling out of the car. He felt like he was missing something. He looked across the roof of the car at his smoking buddy. "Did I leave my keys in there?" he asked. "No," he said, answering his own question, as he found his keys in his pocket.
He and the girl stumbled back inside. "So... tell me," he said, "what was your name again?"
Quote:
Originally Posted by CrimsonKitten
Aahh the afterparties. In truth, the simpering, vapid, shiftless masses that followed these guys made Alexi sick like Ipecac and bad flu, but... she managed to deal. She was in no fresh hurry to throw herself in the middle of the shrieking women who by now had reapplied makeup to splochy, half-drunken faces and attepted to rearrange clothing previously lost in fits of praying that one of the guys would oogle their chests and fall madly in love. She sniffed disdainfully at that thought. Yes, that's all it takes to incite five of the most creative musical minds of their time. A pair of nipples.
Alexi quietly ordered a raspberry vodka shot and wrinkled her nose as she glanced over her right shoulder. 'The hell is that smell?? It appeared one of the aforementioned shirtless lunatics was losing beer at an accelerated rate not to far from her... through her mouth. Alexi grimaced and moved a few feet away, swirling the shot in her fingers before glancing around at the rest of the party. What... a... night.
Mikey made his way through the bar in a haze; with all the shit in his system, he was surprised he really wanted another beer. Truthfully, though, all he really wanted was to get away from all these assholes and play his guitar, let his fingers noodle on to the next riff, the next line, the next big explosion...
He finally got to the bar, practically collapsing on it, leaning heavily against it. He slapped a fiver on the counter and asked politely for a pale ale. The beer came back a few moments later, and then a few moments after that the smell hit him.
Mikey turned and saw the girl losing her dinner. Well, dinner wasn't quite right, it looked like it was all liquid, and it smelled like it was all liquor. Suddenly, a foxy young lady bumped into him, trying to get herself away from the stink of the alcoholic vomit.
"Sorry," he said. "I'm in your way." He stepped back to let her pass, smiling at her, his mind still on scales and chords and progressions and face-melting improvisations...
"Sorry, I'm in your way."
She'd scarcely realised that in her haste to put as much distance between her and the vom-bot as possible, she'd very nearly run over.. Mikey McKay. It took less than a second to recognise him with a cant of her head and a lift of a brow. He had obviously been having his own little party for a while now. Alexi thought it a small wonder that he was still standing of his own volition.
"No one's ever in my way honey." Lifting the stringent vodka with hints of raspberry to her left cheek, she winked. In one smooth motion rolled the glass over her lips. Tossing back her head, she downed the liquid as the glass continued to roll it's way to her right cheek. Alexi ran her tongue across patent red lips to gather all the remaining traces of her drink as the shot glass fell against her right hand that had been patiently waiting at her hip.
"By the way, nice show tonight Mikey."
"Thanks," Mikey said. "But you just had the best lick of the night." That was quite a move! Mikey didn't think he could do that sober, much less as shitty as he was right now. He checked her out as she did so, and she definitely had a killer body. Groupies tended to have nice tits. Mikey knew you'd have to watch out for the ones that had complete packages, like this one. There was always more than met the eye.
"You know my name but I'm afraid I don't know yours," he said. "What am I going to be shouting later?"
She had to give him credit, even wasted he was endearing. What he didn't seem to capture, was that she wasn't exactly going to hop on the bar, spread her legs and lift her skirt for him. Her dream was the music, sure, the guys playing it were drool-worthy, but respect for them went deeper in Alexi than in 90% of the female population there that night.
Placing a net-gloved hand on her hip she leaned against the bar and sized him up obviously. Eyes the color of the deep ocean after a storm appraised each detail as though she were an artist, sketching a likeness.
"Shouting hm? Am I going to take your spot as lead guitar or something? Plan on being my fan-boi, huh?"
"I just need to know what to name the song I write as soon as you leave me. The only shouting I ever do is over the screech of my guitar. It's probably good they don't let me have a mic," he said. "Can I buy you another shot? How many more of them tricks you got up your sleeve?"
She lifted a brow giving him yet another once-over. When she decided he was about as sincere as Mikey McKay was want to get, she shrugged lightly and tapped a black-tipped red laquered nail against the bar, lifting one finger at the bartender to order a repeat shot. Alexi leaned in slightly with a smirk.
"This one requires that you order one for yourself, so.. take your pleasure." She grinned as he mulled it over in his mind and seemed to be having a difficult decision. Tapping the bar again she lifted two fingers instead taking the heat off of him... for a moment.
Waiting for their shots to arrive, Alexi slid onto the bar on her stomach and plucked a stemmed cherry from the garnish tray. All the while, her maneuver allowed the briefest glimpse of a black lace tanga beneath her leather skirt. Feet firmly on the ground once more, she looked up in time for the clear glasses to be placed before her and dropped the little red treat in the one closest to her. Shots in hand, she turned to Mikey and tapped the glass that held the cherry.
"You hold this one in your mouth. When it's gone," She tapped the glass containing only the vodka. "You put this one in its place and hold it there. Got it? Think you can handle that?"
OOC: I still need to post a reply to Kitten's last post just above, and will do so ASAP
