--(sex bob-ombs) girls, girls, girls

[kyra]

Kyra’s twin Kira had been on tour for almost a week now and Kyra had done almost nothing with her outside of hanging out at the bus, eating and doing sets. That wouldn’t do at all. Kyra and Kira were more than two peas in a pod, they were literally two halves of one human. Or, at least, that’s how Kyra liked to think of it. She simply wouldn’t be complete without Kira in her life. And it wasn’t just a twin thing. Kira was Kyra’s twin, sister, best friend, therapist-- the list went on and on. Without Kira, Kyra would have went through the toughest times in her life alone. Twelve years of their parents almost hateful marriage, their explosive divorce, the evil custody battle, the horrible and drawn out break-up with Abner. She made her way through all of it, bruised and battered-- but not broken. And that was thanks to Kira Evans. Even when they were separated, Kyra spent hours and hours on the phone with her twin who was helping her keep it all together. It was just drama, drama, exhausting drama.

What they needed was good ole fashioned Evan’s twins fun. That meant sexy clothes, expensive shoes, lots of booze, hot people and spending a lot of money. It usually meant fights too, but that was nothing Kyra wanted a part of tonight. Not only because she wanted just to have a night of lustful, decadent fun; but because she didn’t want to get in trouble with anyone running the tour. Little Miss Pipedream were the underdogs of this tour-- they couldn’t afford to fuck up their big chance. And for the Evan’s twins it wasn’t about money or fame, music was their actual passion. They needed this tour as a platform. They couldn’t fuck it up.

For their night of ‘lustful, decadent fun’ Kyra had invited girls only. Dealing with the males on this tour was bad business. Actually, not true. Kyra had lucked out and partnered up with a genuine good guy. By bad business she didn’t necessarily mean romantically. Having them as buddies could be dangerous as well. Not to mention she didn’t want to deal with the possibilities of coed partying tonight. Sure, the group of girls she gathered tended to fool around with each other, but they’ve managed not to make drama out of it. Besides, a girls night is always fun.

Doing it the way the Evans Twins do, Kyra had procured a ››VIP table‹‹ for them at the appropriately named Gentleman’s club, ‘Skin’. Bottle service, the works. Now that Kira was here, she wanted to show her tour family just how awesome it was to party with them. Because the copious amounts of champagne she planned on drinking, the uncertainty of the number of shots and having no clue what the night had in store for them-- Kyra made sure to have the limo just wait for them in the parking lot. It was safer that way, forget about how swanky it was.

“Alright,” she called out after taking a generous sip from her champagne glass. “Shots are on the way as well as the one buckets. Keep your eye open for hot girls! I only want tens, ladies.” One buckets, Kyra loved them. You gave the manager big bills and he came back with a bucket full of ones so you could tip the sexy ladies. “Get ready to get fucking mental.” With that, she rose her glass in the air and smiled mischievously at her girls.

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lyrics: bang the doldrum by fallout boy
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[KIRA JUNE EVANS]

baby loves to dance in the dark ,

being an evans’ twin meant the world pretty much opened up to you. you got anything you wanted. you went anywhere you wanted. and you got anyone you wanted. at least – that’s how kira and kyra were raised to believe. their parents were rolling in dough and bathing the twins in it from the moment they were born. so kira was always used to spending whatever to have fun. money wasn’t an option; she was used to wasting it and, really, the only time she hadn’t used money to get what she wanted was with the band. they brought themselves up without having their parents money bring them to where they were. kira felt like they worked hard – so this night out to party and get acquainted with the area and beautiful people on tour was a great idea. when kyra brought up a trip to the strip club – kira was immediately down.

she put on a big sweater, black stockings, and big heels before putting on her makeup and doing her hair and in an instant – the girls were ready to go. the limousine felt like she was being transported somewhere by her dad. but she fucking loved it. as she got comfortable in the limousine, she popped champagne with the ladies and sang ‘paparazzi’ ( by lady gaga ) at the top of her lungs. this was a moment that she could feel the fame flowing through her body. it felt good – it made her glow. by the time the girls had begun walking into the club – she changed her tune. it was like a switch flipped on in her mind and suddenly ‘so happy I could die’ was echoing through her world. she smiled wide and leaned her head on her twin’s shoulder while they walked in, making it known that the evans’ twins were in california.

“shots! shots! shots!” kira yelled out happily. she clapped her hands excitedly, peeling off her jacket and getting comfortable in her VIP seat. she wiggled slightly, having forgot – briefly – how it felt to be in VIP, considering she stopped going to clubs when her twinny left jersey. “only tens? what about those rare elevens?” kira said, grinning at her sister. she took a sip from the champagne glass she held then held it up with her sisters. “fucking bananas.” she added, flashing a look that matched kyra’s. “we all need lapdances and tits in our faces.” she laughed some then kissed kyra’s cheek. “you know kyra will be outshining all these women.” kira looked towards the stage, ready for the show to start.

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