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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 3:42:47 GMT
Lars geared up for the last few seconds of the song. His leg never stopped pounding out a rhythm on the bass drum. He couldn't see a single person out there in the dark, with the light heating his face and sweat drops dripping from his platinum bangs into his eyes. His attention wasn't on whatever the crowd was doing anyway, he was watching the lead singer intently, waiting for his finale. He shook his head, taking a deep breath, as his arms tensed. On the exhale, he breathed the last of his strength into his arms. At the cue of the singer's piercing scream, Lars gave it his all, as if his life depended on it. By the time he was finished, he was in a daze. Still, through the haze, he grinned, waved his arms and walked off the stage with his band members.
There were congratulations all around, but animosity still hung in the air. Lars gripped his bassist's hand as he patted him on the back, but received no pat back in return. Wild Banshee had been on edge since the published article on them. There was no denying that they weren't the best of the best. They have far to go. It just wouldn't have been as sore if they had all been called dull. Because of one article, Lars suddenly became the poster child of the band. And the enemy. Lars shook his head and walked off, gave them a half hearted excuse about wanting to see the next band. He dropped by his bags and picked up a small first aid kit. Then he joined the crowd with a drink in his hand, watching with amusement as the band descended into chaos. It was clear the audience enjoyed it as much as they probably did on the stage. Lars shoved someone back as they elbowed him. The Bad Kids never fail to get the crowd rowdy. As the last song ended, he snuck away backstage to greet his friend, who was probably sporting a number of bruises and cuts from that performance.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 23, 2015 4:02:18 GMT
Lukas was shoved into the hall by his bandmate, obviously still bickering despite pulling it together long enough on stage to actually finish a set. He had a cut on his brow, nose newly bloodied and stains on his knuckles. "GET THE FUCK OVER HERE," He screeched, his voice cracking from the intensity of his awkward pitches. The door was slammed in his face, shouts still echoing from inside the room. The kid slammed his fists on the door, pounding wildly and scratching. Blood, blood, blood! He was hot for blood and he needed more, just like the song he'd performed. Carve your face and fuck your skull! The hothead let out a guttural growl, slamming his clenched fists against the beaten door. He peeled off, however, staggering back against the opposite wall.
WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN YOU FUCKED MY SISTER?! A voice from inside the room screamed, followed by more chaos. Lukas, however, had been cast out. Left to lean against the wall until he slid down to the floor. Hearing footsteps, he turned to see a familiar face. The brat smiled, a fresh cigarette stuck between his rosy lips. Fire, lit. He puffed, sucked, and exhaled smoke. "Hey, Lars," he spoke pleasantly, voice a little hoarse from the preceding events. "Come to tell these ASS-FUCKERS to shut the fuck up?" Lukas grinned, teeth stained red by the blood he'd managed to swallow.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 4:29:24 GMT
"You wish," was Lars reply as he approached the young man. He stopped next to the younger man, snatching the cigarette from his mouth to take a puff from. When he saw the blood stain on the end of the stick though, he shoved it back into Lukas' mouth, slightly bent. "They ain't talking about you are they?" he motioned at the accusations of fucking sisters going on in the room. "You don't look much like a sister fucker to me." He eyed the wild man, then held out the kit. He still remembered the first time they met. It was the Wild Banshee's first gig. Lars had never seen someone so destructive, and he was from a state that support the right to bear arms. Lukas was something like a pissed off bull, running around kicking anyone who eyed him wrong. He would have kept away from the kid afterwards too if not for the fact that no one seemed to care he had a great gash on the side of his forehead that made him look like a war refugee.
In an act of compassion, Lars gave the kid an ice pack and some bandage from his bag. Several shared shows later, Lars learned to pack a first aid kit whenever the schedule read Bad Kids and Wild Banshee. He guided Lukas to a less noisy and better lit location. The tall blonde inspected the cut on the brow. "A few more shows like this, and you're going to end up ugly as sin, Lukas." He swabbed the cut none too gently with a cotton ball. Hooking a finger under the guy's chin, he raised Lukas' face so that their eyes meet. "I think it's starting already. I coulda swear you were a lot prettier when we first met." He snickered and let go, grabbing Lukas' hand instead, clucking over his ripped knuckles. "How've you been? Haven't seen your riot act in awhile." He asked casually. Partly because Wild Banshee's been having trouble booking gigs. He didn't hint at the trouble that's been stirring in the band.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 23, 2015 4:57:23 GMT
Without a cigarette, the kid scowled. "Heeey," he reached, though was too short to take it back until the latter had decided otherwise about stealing a puff. Like a baby with a pacifier, he was cool to have it back. And what's more, amused that Lars was so inconvenienced. The brunette would shake his head, billowing smoke as he rose to his feet with a grunt. "I dunno what the fuck they're goin' on about," he explained, "but their bullshit almost ended the show early and then we wouldn'a gotten paid." As usual, the Bad Kids were notorious for not finishing shows. The only way they could get booked anymore was agreeing to finish or else no pay. Unlike those dumbasses in the janitor's closet, Lukas needed to make some money this time.
With a smirk, he went with Lars somewhere else. The lights were bright, but less commotion helped him calm down. He snickered at the comment, "Good." The uglier the better, in fact. "Let the outside match the inside, I'd be hideous but honest." Lukas tilted his head back, fine to comply with however the guy wanted to shake around his head. He was one of the very, very few people the brunette actually liked. Maybe because he reminded him of his mother, as he came off slightly maternal. The kid chuckled, though didn't have an answer for the question on how he'd been doing. "More like I haven't been seein' you," he turned the conversation over, hoping to distract Lars from talking about him. "What's the deal? People finally realize what shit your band is?" Lukas had a wicked grin, always fucking with the blonde.
Even if he thought it was kinda true. Wild Banshees sucked. The only redeeming thing was Lars, and everyone knew it.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 5:26:31 GMT
When Lukas mentioned how horrible his band was, Lars pressed slightly harder into his knuckles. It probably didn't bother Lukas, masochistic as he was, but Lars wasn't about to let him get away with the comment. He wasn't too bothered by it, having heard it way too many times, back in the US and here now. Still, he had faith in the band. Always the most optimistic one, he convinced the band to stay together and move Quebec. Yet he was also the one tearing it apart. Lars sighed unexpectedly, his usual cheery self seemed slightly dampened. He finished wrapping up the guy's knuckles. As a last touch up, he pulled out a pink Hello Kitty bandaid and stuck it on the small cut on that porcelain skin.
"As if you're any better," Lars shook his head, as he finished up. He put the bandages away, reaching into his pocket to pull out a cigarette. "The payout for damage control when you play is usually higher than your ticket sales." He laughed crudely and blew smoke into Lukas' face. Lars shook his head, his deep laugh bouncing off the walls despite the thundering reverb of the band playing outside. His bandmates have probably left.
"Why're you always tryin to be such a little rowdy monkey, huh?" He tussed up the kid's hair, careful of his cut.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 23, 2015 5:34:13 GMT
Lukas laughed through the pain, knowing he'd hit a nerve with that comment. It was true, though. Lars was the only thing keeping that band alive, and everyone could see it. The kid didn't know why the latter didn't just move on to something better. Lars was a badass drummer, way better than anyone else in the Wild Banshees. Even their name was stupid, but who was Lars to talk? He didn't take any offense, he knew their bad was shit. He just shook his head with the guy and laughed it off. And honestly, the follow-up wasn't far from the truth. Lukas just inhaled the smoke, blowing rings back at him. "I dunno," he smirked, though snarled and slapped at Lars' hand as his hair was messed up. "Maybe I'm just bananas," His brows lifted at such an awful joke, ready to soak up the other guy's reaction.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 5:57:54 GMT
Unfortunately, while everyone thinks he should move on to something better, Lars hs neither the ambition or the nerve to do so. He had been so invested in his band that he couldn't really imagine being anywhere else. They literally uprooted their lives to persue this. Lars' ex still hadn't forgiven him for that. He took another puff on the cigarette then rolled his eyes at the joke. "Jesus Christ." His Texan drawl was noticeably heavier when he said certain words. Especially when he invoked on god for help. "I need a drink for that." He glanced down the hall where Lukas' bandmates had been. They hadn't seem to exit the closet just yet. "Have a drink with me?" He gestured towards the exit.
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 23, 2015 6:12:38 GMT
Lukas veered between being a good guy and an awful villain. If he knew the whole story, it was hard to say how his opinion might have been changed. All he knew was Lars was good. In their circuit of bands, he was probably the only musician the brunette thought stood a real chance. His reaction to that sinful joke was perfect. Not just because he invited Lukas to drink with him, either. Without an eyelash bat to the closet (or whatever that room was), he nodded. "Sure thing, I needa drink after dealing with those idiots."
He stuffed his hands in his pockets and followed Lars wherever he wanted to lead him. And really, his bandmates probably clamored off when they weren't paying attention. Or smokin' in there or something. Like idiots. Either way, it didn't concern Lukas enough to bother with finding out. And really, he was glad to get away from them. All they ever did was piss him off, anyhow. It wasn't until they got to the bar that the performer pulled his hands outta his pockets and noticed the colorful bandaid he'd been given.
Quickly, he snapped his head to Lars. "Hey, what the fuck is this?" He glowered at that fair-headed fiend.
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Post by Deleted on Mar 23, 2015 6:47:42 GMT
Lars was quite satisfied that his friend hadn't noticed his dumb little band. Lukas has been too full of himself to even think about it. Lars went to one of the bars that catered to foreigners more. Having been here for a few months, the only French he could butcher was 'bonjour' and 'ou?'. A lot of the snobbier establishments along this nasty intoxicated alley served French speaking natives only. Lars had long learned to steer clear from those people. His big Texan accent wasn't welcome there. "Calm yourself, noisy chimp." He laughed as he leaned into the bar counter. "They were on sale." He grinned at the singer.
"Start a tab for me, will ya sugar? Whisky from the well for me, and a little martini for Hello Kitty here." Lars chuckled to himself, giving Lukas a chance to change his drink. The bar tender, a pretty young gal, started a little chitchat with Lars while she made their drinks, which he responded in earnest. He pulled out a few bills and gave it to her with a wink. He got a phone number in return. "I'm serious though," he continued on his train of thoughts that he had started earlier, despite the long ass tangent that had happened in between. "Your mother would have a heart attack if she ever saw you after a set."
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Post by LUKAS SAUVAGEAU on Mar 24, 2015 2:19:20 GMT
Lukas would have simply ignored it and moved on, but snarled at the guy when he chose to tease him about it. What the heck?! It was his dumb band-aid! He was too distracted by that comment to switch his drink, or he was pretending since he wouldn't mind a martini. The brunette watched as the two made conversation, idly growing jealous that the focus wasn't on him for just those few seconds. Lukas was caught off-guard when they returned to the previous conversation, snapping his head up after he noticed the little paper--probably a number. He looked to the woman at the bar and scowled. "Don't fucking talk about my mom, man," he growled, diverting the conversation from that, of all topics. By now, Lars should know fucking better. He had half a mind to deck the shit outta him, but sipped at the colorful martini instead.
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