(Open) Just Wanted to Make Mother Proud

[kyra]

No. Hell no. Kyra wasn’t breaking the no boy rule for anyone. Not even the two (yikes) that she was already having to deal with. “Don’t worry ladies, I’m tota--” God damn. Was there a ridiculous amount of beautiful men in the room or was it just her? Or perhaps it was the fact that they were hellbent not to get wrapped up in them, that the forbidden fruit seemed all the more delicious. “I got our back. I’m gonna make-- uh. Don’t worry, we got it. And no ladies, either. We’re just… here. No complications. And if any of either of us take our panties of-- fucking complications. The panties stay on and do not end up in anyones back pocket.”

Then suddenly-- Evie was gone. Off roaming to get a beer on her lonesome without her two amigos. Kyra frowned wondering why there was a fire under Evie’s ass. They coulda all went and just hung out somewhere else. Oh well. Kyra wasn’t planning on just standing around anyway. Wrapping an arm around Gavin’s waist, Kyra pulled the dancing machine with her as she began to move through the crowd.

Luckily they avoiding a very brightly colored clumsy boy that seemed to have a problem with walking (or he was just learning how). On the inside, she was concerned for his safety, but she was so drunk that she just giggled. He’d be okay… or at least he seemed like he would. “What the actual fuck?” She was practically leaning on Gavin for support, way to drunk and laughing way to hard. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.” And just when she thought she was going to compose herself, he announced he was okay. “Fucking right on,” she cheered, letting go of Gavin to applaud the boy.

When she turned to address her friends again; a very tall, very tattooed and very attractive boy approached their group and took a hold of Evie. Groaning, Kyra literally facepalmed. How the hell was she supposed to keep them in the ‘No Boy Zone’ when stuff like this with guys like that are going on?! “Kyra,” she answered for Evie, smiling a little at who she knew was Nox. Well… yeah. With all the flirting and obvious whatever going on between Nox and Evie, Kyra was just gonna step outta that one. “Well, it was nice to meet you but I was gonna-- uh…”

What the? Suddenly there was this tiny lady who completely jumped in their conversation feet first and took it over. Oh. This must be Mimi. Kyra had encountered her in the tour chat and it was safe to say the older lady was exactly like Kyra had imagined and even if she had a doubt, making their group pow wow about herself was a dead giveaway of who they were dealing with.

Kyra smiled politely and nodded. She just pointed in a random direction, “Potty break. I’ll be… back.” She gave the group an enthusiastic wave then headed off in the direction she pointed in. Belatedly she wondered if she should have invited Gavin to come with. Then again, Gavin knew that if she wanted she could have followed.

It was easy for her to make her way through the crowd of people, Kyra was easy to write off as a bitch. And with all the other easy, attention hungry girls bouncing around-- who had time to fight with a bitchy girl? The (almost) misconception didn’t really bother her. Especially since it kept her from being harassed by drunk assholes and overconfident douchebags.

“Hey,” she said in to the doorway of the open bathroom. Dude had great hair-- Kyra obviously appreciated great hair. “You know-- that cooler stunt might not have worked out with someone who would fight back.” Yeah, she’d seen it. Didn’t really give a fuck, since she had no idea what was being dumped and why. With a confident sort of glide she walked over to the bathroom counter where random toiletries were messily laid about. Kyra tilted her head as she lifted up the shaving cream and studied it before turning to look at him with a mischievous grin.

Kyra Evans didn’t have a singular clue to who David Harlem was and gave even less of a damn. She’d heard stories, but like the boogeyman-- they were tall tales that happened to someone who knew someone that was a friend of a friend. Her thumb easily popped the cap off and she shook the can. “Whatcha got, you big bully?” Was she serious? As a fucking heart attack. And if she ended up in a cooler of ice water? She wouldn’t go down without a fight and most likely, wouldn’t be alone.

Here’s to hoping she wouldn’t have to mess up his hair.

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lyrics: calm before the storm by fallout boy
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[LYNX ARIANA VIENTE]

WHEN I WANT YOU ,
i t s t o t a l r e v e n g e

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A hotel, most of the tour was partying at the very one Lynx was staying at and as soon as she was ready, Lynx would be partying too. She felt so dirty from tonight's show though and wanted to get cleaned up and start drinking. She was bored and usually, Lynx started drinking when sh ewas bored. Well, it was whatever now. She unlocked the door to her single hotel room because everyone else in her crew was out and about.She dropped her bag on the floor. Instantly digging out some clothes and walking into the shower turning the nozzle on.

Lynx felt the water and concluded that it was a good amount of temperature. Stepping in the boiling water hit her bare skin. Instantly, any muscles that were tense relaxed and suddenly she was feeling better. A happy sigh left her as she started running the soap over her skin.

Creating lather and the sticky sweaty feeling finally going away as she rinsed it off under the water. She grabbed the shampoo and poured some into her hand, rubbing her head and pulling back her hands as she stuck her head under the water and washed it away then repeating the step over again and then using conditioner, which left her hair hanging straight and smooth. She always loved what conditioner did to her hair. After a few finishing touches to her daily shower she stepped out and shivered a little from the cold hair that hit her body and created small goose bumps that ran up her arms. She grabbed the towel from the rack and wrapped it around her. She didn’t know where the hell she got them but they were extremely soft and really, really, really warm. After drying off she went back in her room, wrapping the towel around her head and started pulling on her clothes, first came the underwear and bra, then her shirt which laid against her body, hugging her well, what was there of her curves and then her jeans which clung to her thin legs. Lynx slipped on her shoes and went back into her bathroom, running a brush through her brown hair as she put some product in it so it didn’t look like a complete frizz disaster.

Now that she was clean she walked back into the main part of the hotel room, unscrewing the cap of Jack and taking long long gulps, it burned her throat as she moved the bottle from her lips and grabbed her sketch pad, pulling it onto her lap and grabbing a pencil.She started drawing and sipping jack and by the end of the small sketch the floor was spinning and Lynx stood up, using the wall as support. She stumbled, running a hand through her hair and finishing off the jack, looking for another one. After finding a beer she walked outside onto the first floor patio. Cracking it open and collapsing in a chair, opening it and taking a sip. Fuck, she was going to die of alcohol poisoning. Lynx was losing her mind. Lynx sighed and took another sip of the beer before sitting up and then standing up. Her own two feet shaking beneath her as she took steps to the hotel room to make herself look presentable.

With a quick strokes of eyeliner she had been looking fine. Of course, it was easy to tell that the young girl was drunk. She grabbed the handle to the door and pulled on it a few times before remembering to turn it. Ahh, her thought process was a bit fuzzy. She stumbled down the hallway to the elevator and pressed the button a good ten times before she heard the ding and passed a few other band members from different bands. Of course, she glared at them and pressed the ground floor as she waited not so patiently. The fact that she hated elevators may have something to do with it. After the doors opened after what seemed like forever Lynx walked out, well more like stumbled out and then into the party room. She grinned as she walked up to the bar again, pushing people to the side gently, the girl wanted her alcohol. She may have been sweet but the alcohol brought out the best in here.

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[SAMAI EVELYN MENDIOLA]

stars in our eyes
'cuz we're having a good time

evie had barely gotten into the groove of the music when there were arms around her and she was being lifted off the floor. she looked at her impromptu propeller and saw that it was none other than lennox. “holy shit. warning next time?” she asked, laughing slightly and putting a hand to her chest briefly before giving him a hug then looking at kyra. she opened her mouth to introduce kyra when she said it on her own. so, instead she nodded towards lennox. “ky – that’s lennox. nox… the tall man.” she laughed some, knowing kyra would understand why she called him that. evie lifted her beer bottle up to her mouth and before she bought it back down, she felt another arm around her. she looked to her side only to see seth. “sethieee.” she said, smiling. she turned and hugged him then planted a kiss on his cheek. “how are you, babe? never thought I’d see you here.” she said before casually bumping mimi with her hip as a greeting. “I’m not so surprised about seeing you.” she said to the much shorter woman. evie looked up as a thought came to mind. “kyr—“ she was cut off as she saw kyra walk away. she frowned ever so slightly. so much for a girl’s night out.

with a quick glance around the room, evie took in her surroundings. there were a shitload of people here and she knew she’d enjoy it. she looked towards seth, mimi, nox, and gavin. “let’s dance. I wanna fucking dance.” she said, pulling her bottle of vodka – that was nearly falling out thanks to the tightness of her pants – from her back pocket. she opened the vodka bottle and began pouring the rest of her beer in. she didn’t wanna have to sip from two bottles while she danced. somebody would easily be able to label her as an alcoholic that way – and she was far from alcoholism. samai pushed the empty beer bottle towards a passing person and then let it so as she felt their hand grab it. they probably thought it was full, oh well. evie closed the bottle of vodka & beer and shook it up a bit before opening it again and taking a gulp. “muuuch better.” she said, smiling at the group near her. “serious, though. let’s dance.” she said again, a sign of her tipsy showing though only slightly.

without another word, she turned on her heel and went towards where everyone else was using as the dancefloor. whoever followed and got with her first would be who she’d dance with. and if she just so happened to be the delicious filling of an evie sandwich with two doable slices of whatever gender grinding up against both her front and back – she wouldn’t mind that one bit. she just wanted to dance, and party, and live the night up. there was no telling when she’d allow herself to give milo up for an entire night just to go out and get shitfaced, so she would live tonight as if it were the last night she’d let herself do it.

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[dave]

“You know-- that cooler stunt might not have worked out with someone who would fight back.” The voice tapped at the back of David's skull as he washed another fifteen seconds down. He turned around to find he was sharing the company of some long legs and a pair of breasts. He blinked, his eyes growing wide as he stared down at the tiles on the floor and waited for the lines between them to stop moving. When he tried a second glance, he was able to vaguely place the face. No name, though. He tipped the bottle's contents into his mouth, chilling his teeth and tongue and throat as the ale slid down.

“Whatcha got, you big bully?” Her face was no small part mischief. She was insanely attractive, like so many of the girls who made tour life the only life worth living. She didn't seem to be sporting the 'Come over here and fuck me' face that most females started wearing once they'd passed the legal blood-alcohol limit, but she looked like she'd already drained a couple. David's face cracked in half around a shit-faced grin. He dropped the bottle -- just dropped it -- and then bent to pull a can from the ice. Shaking it, he regarded her with one eye-brow cocked high, disappearing beneath a forelock of hair.

"You promise..." He dug his nail under the tab. "..You won't go down without a fight?" The beer cracked open, spraying a shower of carbonated bubbles out over the girl who had dared challenge his ability to party. He was from fucking ISE, after all.



Crimson's body occupied one corner of the main room in the suite. Fuck David Harlem -- not literally, mind you -- and fuck ISE -- again, in the figurative sense -- if anyone on this tour thought that she was going to hide. She was sprawled across a couch, her head resting in the lap of some boy named Arthur. He was the drummer of a band from outside the tour and he was officially blazed. He passed a joint to Crimson, who passed it idly without taking a hit. "And I mean, they're just so fucking innovative," he said enthusiastically. Crimson nodded vaguely. He pet her hair, a little roughly. Her expression was only vaguely perturbed. "And, like, the synthesizer? Just blew my fucking mind." Crimson nodded again, lifting her head only to take a drink from the can she'd been careful to keep her hands on for the entire evening.

Arthur looked down at her during a break in his sentence, his eyes blood-shot. "Do you know your hair?"

"I've considered it before," she said, dead-faced. Vague Scott-Pilgrim variation, but it went right over her new friend's head.

"I just..." He ruffled the spikes. "I just love it. It's so... Pointy." Her decision to trim her hair back to the original boyish length had been spur of the moment. She'd kidnapped a bottle of someone's hair-gel and even bothered with working the haphazard fohawkish look she'd sported on earlier tours. Now Arthur was disturbing the bristles, grinning.

Fuck it. She let him. There was something to lounging and observing that made the girl feel like she was doing it right again. Anyhow, he was attractive, in a lovely, scruffy way that boys these days seemed to have forsaken. She tolerated the molestation of her hair for a few moments longer before her eyes fell on a face she actually knew.

Seth. She blinked, a smile climbing on to her lips. He'd managed to locate other people from the tour. They were all clustered together, talking over the noise. She sat up, feeling the room lurch a little, and broke off Arthur's run-on sentence by taking his chin in her hand and planting a soft, friendly kiss on his still-moving lips. Arthur caught on a split-second later, chuckling when she broke away. "You've got very nice lips, Artie, but those are my friends." She patted his cheek and he ruffled her hair again.

Crimson stood up from the couch and immediately knew that she was not one of those girls who could hold her alcohol. Somehow, this detail always evaded her until she was past the point of no return. "Seth!" She waved, loosing her footing and then grabbing on to the shirt of the first person within arm's reach.

[kyra]

As soon as he started shaking the can, Kyra knew what she was in for and couldn’t stop her smile from growing. Her options were to try and dive and grab a beverage to properly defend herself and counter attack-- but this one looked wily and she could only assume he’d use those long limbs to wrap her up before she got past him. Maybe he couldn’t. Maybe his reflexes weren’t on point or maybe he was just too messed up. Kyra wasn’t going to take that chance. What she was gonna do was fight with what she had on her until the opportunity arose for her to get better ‘weapons’. “Oh, I promise,” Kyra purred, raising the can of shaving cream.

Though she was expecting the cold spray of beer, she still squealed when it did assault her, but the noise quickly turned in to laugh as she pressed her finger down on the nozzle. She used her free hand as a shield, trying to ward off her foes attack and moved closer to him. Kyra’s choice of weapon didn’t have the range Dave’s did, so in order to make full use of the minty white foam, she needed to be nearer to him.

Once closer, she tried to use her ‘shield’ (as in, her hand) to move Dave’s can of beer or hit it out of his hand as she mercilessly applied shaving cream to the upper half of his body. The good thing about this strategy was she was now closer to other things she could use against him-- and the chances of her missing him were all but impossible… but so were the chances of him missing her.

Laughing, Kyra taunted him with a, “Whats up now?” as if she had the upperhand in the situation. She didn’t, but it was all in fun anyway.

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lyrics: calm before the storm by fallout boy
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[dave]

When he cracked the can open and bathed the girl in a spray of beer, unnamed female did exactly as David had expected she might; squeal. Her expression? The little jolt of suprise when the carbonated liquid hit her? Dave ate that shit like candy.

She advanced on him as the squealing evolved into very charming, very girlish laughter. Dave's steps carried him onward, though it took him a beat longer than he should have liked. He continued to shake the can as the spray shot out at her. Meanwhile, the woman unleashed the fury of foam and shaving cream. David's muttered 'shh-shit!' came out wrapped in a chuckle. The cream flecked across his face and hair and chest, mixed with a bit of the spray from the can it had intercepted on the way through.

The jet of beer eventually died, leaving only a fizz. Fight or flight dictated that David could either take the offensive of this girl or take off like a bitch to get Dunn and Coop involved.

Like he'd set the guys up for a shot at this girl so easily.

David leaped through the ejaculation of foam and tried to swat the can from his opponent's hands, all the while reaching past her to try and snatch another beer-can from the ice. With his other arm he reached out, hooking her the best he could around the waist to try and push her into the tub full of ice as well. "Come on, hot-ass. Inyougo."

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[zander]

Zander sat on the couch, arm lazily draped along the back of it, some random brunette sitting all to close to him as if that arm was strategically put there because she was sitting there. He didn’t care, he was only half paying attention to this party anyway. The other half was musing over how he expected more from his life. Sounds deep, but when you keep in mind that it’s Zander, you’d probably assume he was considering parties and girls… and that was exactly what it was. There was no doubt the party was “fun”-- but it reminded him of parties back in Arlington. Girls using the various drinks and drugs they took as a reason to do things they really wanted to do but were too chicken shit to do it on their own. And then the guys parading around like peacocks to get a chick home with them. The next morning will be filled with stories. The guy remembering everything and the girl nothing.

After a heavy sigh Zander sipped his drink and let his eyes roam over the crowd in front of him. To say he wasn’t having a good time would be lying. He was having a fine enough time. Maybe it was growing up and seeing videos from the 80s where the rockstars were having parties that had booze dripping from the walls and strippers on every lap. Did he really think parties would be like that on this tour? Yes. And at one point the also believed in Santa Claus and put teeth that fell out of his mouth under his pillow. The plus side was Zander wasn’t one of those people who bitched and cried about how things weren’t happening or weren’t getting done. What was the point in that? If something has to be done-- DO IT.

Unfortunately, he wasn’t sure on how to do it. Briefly he glanced at the chick sitting next to him and was instantly reminded why he didn’t care she was posted under him like she was his lady of the evening. Broad had a great rack. Oh! Wet T-Shirt contest? No, no. What the fuck was this? Spring break Cancun? The thought did bring a little smile to his face, it would have been easy to pull off with this group of chicks. Something about ISE just brought out the slut in girls.

Muttering to himself he stood up off the chair, ignoring the almost depressing look the brunette gave him as he did so. What he needed was inspiration. Every genius idea came from inspiration. So off he went to look for it.