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- Posted: Thu, 01 Jan 2015 17:08:22 +0000
location: tour bus x x x x company: judah x x x x activity: teasing judah x x x x wearing: simple
A thick smell of sweat and liquor first assaulted Angel’s nose with its sharp sting. Scattered in small piles of two or three were bodies slumped together, most of them clothed but some of them only with a small piece of cloth between their legs which counted as their underwear. Everyone appeared to be asleep, whether that was due to the bottle in their hands or the little clear packets hanging around the room that was the question. But as long as everyone had a good time (which they seemed to have had) then that wasn’t Angel’s concern. The night’s discretions were still clear in Angel’s mind and a smirk slithered onto the rockstar’s lips in a surprisingly snake-like fashion. Eventually, Angel leaned his head back down and realised he had a young-ish looking man to the right of him, a woman to the left and a two other unidentifiable lumps underneath the sheets just below him. Trying his best not to wake anyone for them to call him back to bed as he had things to do and people to see that didn’t involved ******** them.
If there was anything someone could agree on it was that Angel Draven, vocalist to Fear Me Dear, was a little bit of a player. Or maybe player was the wrong word. After all, he was never romantically attached to the people in anyway. Usually, whoever the man slept with was all for the game of sleeping with someone. There was never any love, just a primal sense about sex. Usually, that is of course.
Angel slowly shimmied back onto the headboard and pressed up soundlessly, obviously having done this once or twice before, and stepped over the guy sleeping next to him, onto the right to get to his clothes in his drawers. To fix the nakedness, he picked out a pair of underwear, a pair of jeans, a vest top and a pair of socks to slip on his boots once he was ready. Without a second thought to anyone else in the room, Angel picked up his phone and wallet and left his hotel room, taking off the “Do Not Disturb” sign as he went. After all, he didn’t want all those drunken party-goers still in his room when he got back that night. The concert would take enough out of him, despite the adrenaline rush he would always get from just being on stage. He slipped the sign into his incredibly tight skinny jeans and dialled into his phone a number for a local taxi company to get a ride from the hotel to the venue where the tour bus was parked.
As he was usually early, Angel had decided to make his way to the venue on his own to check out the times they would need to be in the do the sound check and check out the set up for their show. It was an easy plight to get past the security, simply providing his ID and VIP pass to the venue to get in and take a small look around the room. The roadies were already at work, pulling the lights for their set together and changing out the color gel in each lighting fixture, working with what the venue provided to create something amazing. As he passed by one of the roadies, Angel quickly called out, “Hey, do you know when you’re doing the sound checks? None of the bands have been told yet.” Angel couldn’t see the man’s face because he was carrying boxes of cables needed to hook the sound systems or lighting systems up to the control boards.
“It’s scheduled for about two-thirty for Fear Me Dear, three for Exotic Love and three-thirty for Slither.”
“Thanks, my dear,” Angel replied with a slightly flirty undertone, a smirk crossing his lips before he left the man get back to work on the set. By now, the roadies were probably used to Angel to some degree. As this was where he worked, he tried not to sleep with too many of the band members or the workers who set up the show because he liked to keep a clean line between fun and work. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t flirt a little bit and push the boundaries just a tad.
Once the roadie had walked away, Angel pulled out his phone to text the rest of the band the sound check time. After all, he didn’t want anyone to be late and they hadn’t been told exactly what time they needed to get there.
tab tab tab tab tab tab to: alec, tara, tatum, drummer, manager
tab tab tab tab tab tab from: angel
tab tab tab tab tab tab subj: GET YOUR ASSES HERE!
tab tab tab tab tab tab just found out, sound check’s at two thirty - GET OVER HERE!!!
tab tab tab tab tab tab wish they’d tell us before a half hour before. >|
After Angel had finished that text, he glanced around the room. Only one thought went through his head as he waited for his band members to show up: what can he do for fun when it’s always so boring before a sound check? There had to be something to do. Then Angel saw him. Eventually, his eyes settled on Jude and a slow, mischievous grin slid over those lips. That was not good. That grin meant trouble, everyone who saw it knew that. But Jude wasn’t currently looking at Angel. He was too busy trying to look at the set and pretend he wasn’t really staring at Blue the whole time. Not that it deterred Angel any.
With just a few steps, Angel walked up to Jude and leaned down to slowly lick up the side of Jude’s neck, which earned him a very satisfactory squeak from the slightly shorter boy. While Jude went to rubbing the side of his neck with Angel’s shirt to try and get the saliva off, Angel’s eyebrow just shot up and a smirk crossed his lips. “That is a perfect b*****b position,” Angel stated with a small snicker. Instead of a “ewww!” Angel only got a questioning look when Jude looked up at him again.
“b*****b position...? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t even know what a b*****b is.” Jude nonchalantly stated before he went back to trying to get the salvia off his neck. “The only reason I’m rubbing off your spit is because I don’t know where your tongue’s been.”
A slow smirk crossed Angel’s lips. “My tongue’s been giving blowjobs and giving other sorts of head. Don’t you want to find out what a b*****b is?” Jude paused for a moment and placed a finger to his lips to think for a moment.
“Mmmmm... Not really.”
OOC
just thought i'd quote the band members and if any characters are mentioned.
quoted tits cause both her characters are roadies. if she wanted to use that in
one of her posts. c:
A thick smell of sweat and liquor first assaulted Angel’s nose with its sharp sting. Scattered in small piles of two or three were bodies slumped together, most of them clothed but some of them only with a small piece of cloth between their legs which counted as their underwear. Everyone appeared to be asleep, whether that was due to the bottle in their hands or the little clear packets hanging around the room that was the question. But as long as everyone had a good time (which they seemed to have had) then that wasn’t Angel’s concern. The night’s discretions were still clear in Angel’s mind and a smirk slithered onto the rockstar’s lips in a surprisingly snake-like fashion. Eventually, Angel leaned his head back down and realised he had a young-ish looking man to the right of him, a woman to the left and a two other unidentifiable lumps underneath the sheets just below him. Trying his best not to wake anyone for them to call him back to bed as he had things to do and people to see that didn’t involved ******** them.
If there was anything someone could agree on it was that Angel Draven, vocalist to Fear Me Dear, was a little bit of a player. Or maybe player was the wrong word. After all, he was never romantically attached to the people in anyway. Usually, whoever the man slept with was all for the game of sleeping with someone. There was never any love, just a primal sense about sex. Usually, that is of course.
Angel slowly shimmied back onto the headboard and pressed up soundlessly, obviously having done this once or twice before, and stepped over the guy sleeping next to him, onto the right to get to his clothes in his drawers. To fix the nakedness, he picked out a pair of underwear, a pair of jeans, a vest top and a pair of socks to slip on his boots once he was ready. Without a second thought to anyone else in the room, Angel picked up his phone and wallet and left his hotel room, taking off the “Do Not Disturb” sign as he went. After all, he didn’t want all those drunken party-goers still in his room when he got back that night. The concert would take enough out of him, despite the adrenaline rush he would always get from just being on stage. He slipped the sign into his incredibly tight skinny jeans and dialled into his phone a number for a local taxi company to get a ride from the hotel to the venue where the tour bus was parked.
As he was usually early, Angel had decided to make his way to the venue on his own to check out the times they would need to be in the do the sound check and check out the set up for their show. It was an easy plight to get past the security, simply providing his ID and VIP pass to the venue to get in and take a small look around the room. The roadies were already at work, pulling the lights for their set together and changing out the color gel in each lighting fixture, working with what the venue provided to create something amazing. As he passed by one of the roadies, Angel quickly called out, “Hey, do you know when you’re doing the sound checks? None of the bands have been told yet.” Angel couldn’t see the man’s face because he was carrying boxes of cables needed to hook the sound systems or lighting systems up to the control boards.
“It’s scheduled for about two-thirty for Fear Me Dear, three for Exotic Love and three-thirty for Slither.”
“Thanks, my dear,” Angel replied with a slightly flirty undertone, a smirk crossing his lips before he left the man get back to work on the set. By now, the roadies were probably used to Angel to some degree. As this was where he worked, he tried not to sleep with too many of the band members or the workers who set up the show because he liked to keep a clean line between fun and work. But that didn’t mean he wouldn’t flirt a little bit and push the boundaries just a tad.
Once the roadie had walked away, Angel pulled out his phone to text the rest of the band the sound check time. After all, he didn’t want anyone to be late and they hadn’t been told exactly what time they needed to get there.
tab tab tab tab tab tab to: alec, tara, tatum, drummer, manager
tab tab tab tab tab tab from: angel
tab tab tab tab tab tab subj: GET YOUR ASSES HERE!
tab tab tab tab tab tab just found out, sound check’s at two thirty - GET OVER HERE!!!
tab tab tab tab tab tab wish they’d tell us before a half hour before. >|
After Angel had finished that text, he glanced around the room. Only one thought went through his head as he waited for his band members to show up: what can he do for fun when it’s always so boring before a sound check? There had to be something to do. Then Angel saw him. Eventually, his eyes settled on Jude and a slow, mischievous grin slid over those lips. That was not good. That grin meant trouble, everyone who saw it knew that. But Jude wasn’t currently looking at Angel. He was too busy trying to look at the set and pretend he wasn’t really staring at Blue the whole time. Not that it deterred Angel any.
With just a few steps, Angel walked up to Jude and leaned down to slowly lick up the side of Jude’s neck, which earned him a very satisfactory squeak from the slightly shorter boy. While Jude went to rubbing the side of his neck with Angel’s shirt to try and get the saliva off, Angel’s eyebrow just shot up and a smirk crossed his lips. “That is a perfect b*****b position,” Angel stated with a small snicker. Instead of a “ewww!” Angel only got a questioning look when Jude looked up at him again.
“b*****b position...? I don’t know what you’re talking about. Don’t even know what a b*****b is.” Jude nonchalantly stated before he went back to trying to get the salvia off his neck. “The only reason I’m rubbing off your spit is because I don’t know where your tongue’s been.”
A slow smirk crossed Angel’s lips. “My tongue’s been giving blowjobs and giving other sorts of head. Don’t you want to find out what a b*****b is?” Jude paused for a moment and placed a finger to his lips to think for a moment.
“Mmmmm... Not really.”
OOC
just thought i'd quote the band members and if any characters are mentioned.
quoted tits cause both her characters are roadies. if she wanted to use that in
one of her posts. c:
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