Kasei looked up in surprise when Ace entered the room and introduced himself, surprised that he didn't seem to be handling things like he was called reinforcements for Legion. She wasn't too sure how to react at first, since it seemed being friendly with the other band members seemed to be going out the window, but eventually she caved when he came to sit next to her, she was pretty sure he was the drummer for Legion. Oh, well, what harm could saying 'hi' do? Rick was already buying Giles a drink.

"Hi," Kasei said, looking at Ace. "I'm Kasei." She introduced herself, listening quietly as he ordered a drink, her pink lips turning up into a small smile, despite the situation when he made a joke, "Since when do Eco-friendly people drink vodka?" She asked him, amused.


That was when Harlyn was totally and completely losing it. She could've face-palmed herself, but all she could do was stiffen at Harlyn's remark. Oh, well, let her say what she wants, she looked back at Zack, her brown eyes saying: "Let her say what she wants.". She wasn't too sure if Harlyn was just mad and trying to take it out on everybody or what, but Kasei wasn't going to crack over that.

Once she finished her shot, she realized she had been eyeing Zack's Absinth and figured since everything was being paid for, she might as well order one. She caught the guy's attention and ordered herself one quickly as she turned and watched Harlyn make a huge scene. Goddamit, could that girl be civil with people? She blinked as she threw the shot in Rick's face, causing Kasei to jump down from her bar stool, debating going after her, but Zack was already on it, and she figured it'd be best if he worked with Harlyn, as Kasei was likely to lose her temper at this point and that wouldn't be doing any good.

He exchanged a few words with Vivian that made her wince, god...this whole tour was going to be a disaster, she thought to herself, shaking her head. She wasn't sure if she should apologize to Legion or what, but either way nothing good was going to happen between them anymore. She took her seat besides Ace again and sighed, "Jesus Christ. I'm sorry, she just...got out of control." She told the drummer with a shake of her head. She was half tempted to walk out of the bar and just go back to her room, but now she felt like she would just be a coward if she left.

Giles was so into his food that he didn't even notice the drummer greeting the band. He could tell that some patrons were watching him in amusement as a man of his size was wolfing down a big burger. He couldn't really care much about the piercing eyes as right about then even meth couldn't distract him from his food. He had to pay back for all the skipped meals, all the days his body had endured starvation, all the cravings that he had stacked up and nothing else seemed to matter. As the bartender passed him his Guinness from the Legion member with the zombie comment and the shot from the bassist he asked for the menu to refill his empty platter with more food.
Even though Giles was raised in the States, his artist parents made sure he had an English environment at home, where he ended up spending most of his time at. This gave him a great difficulty when it came to interacting with the outside world. While the average British person is exposed to US culture due to franchising and the film industry, Jean and Simon had made their home with more traditional English attributes to keep Giles's 'roots' British. Now Giles was racking his brain to translate what he wanted to order into more US friendly words to not trouble the nice bartender. "God. What I would give for breakfast at home right now." Giles spoke with the air around him. He then turned to the bartender and said. "Do you serve black pudding? Off course you don't what was I thinking. Please bear with me. Now I would like some 'Bangers and Mash' which is in American... sausages and mashed potatoes. Yes, I would like some pork sausages with a side of mashed potatoes, baked beans and throw in some garlic bread, please. And I apologize for my English."
Giles tapped his pockets looking for a wallet that wasn't there and found a dollars crumpled in one of his pockets. Wondering whether tipping the bartender with a crumpled note of a low value would be mocking the bartender of such a high end bar that he realized that Harlyn and Zack had already left the bar. Glad that the night had ended without any conflict between the two bands he sipped on his dark beer eagerly awaiting for his 'supper.''

'Oh my God that burns like somebody just poured liquid fire inta my eyes.'

Rick was caught off-guard by the tequila that suddenly splashed across his face, filling his eye sockets with high-alcohol Mexican booze strong enough to peel the paper from the bar walls. One instant he was just sitting, minding his own business, sipping his Seven Crown and relaxing, and the next he had a faceful of napalm burning holes in his head. Rick's hand immediately shot down to the waist of his jeans and pulled the hem of his cheap flannel shirt out, dabbing the booze from his eyes very slowly, blinking frequently as the burn caused a few tears to run down his face. Bit by bit his eyesight and concentration began to return to him, and he realized that this wasn't, in fact, anyone's mistake. Harlyn had thrown his peace-offering back into his face, literally. A quick glance at Vivian - Rick didn't really have to look so much as feel the waves of anger crashing off of his friend - revealed that this was no longer a happy-go-lucky night of fun and merriment. If someone didn't do something, shit was going to fall apart fast.

And he didn't mean figuratively. At one point, a fight similar to this one had broken out in Milwaukee, and a bar had been literally dismantled in the ensuing melee; to this day the members of Legion were forbidden for drinking not only at that particular bar, but every bar within an eight block radius.

Groping one hand blindly out, the guitarist grabbed a firm hold on Viv's shoulder. "Don't." Was his only word; despite not making eye contact he seemed to convey his meaning well enough. The ensuing fight would be enough to maim or possibly kill not only Harlyn but half of the opposing band, and bloodshed was the last thing on his mind tonight. Primarily was the fact that a very expensive shot of Patron was now eating his eyeballs out of his skull. But secondarily there was the thought that any further chance at a peaceful end to things was gone from the equation and the least Rick could do was provide some sort of damage control, at least partially rein Vivian in before she went off and ripped the other girl's head off.

Once he had regained some of his composure, Rick squinted through puffy, bloodshot eyes at his co-lead, then stared in disbelief at the other guy whom had just arrived out of nowhere to make threats at the members of Legion. "Aw, that's no threat to make. I've lived shit that'd turn yer pasty ass inta jelly on tha floor. Don't let yer mouth be makin' oaths yer fists cain't keep." He said sagely, then turned very slowly away, facing Viv. "Please don't kill nobody. Just think it through 'afore y'all run off to kill her. Is it really worth it?"

The sound of her heeled boots rapidly clacking against the tile floor matched the rapid drumming of her heart as she continued on her rampage, rushing away from the bar and towards the elevator across the lobby. The blonde was beyond the point of being angry and approaching the point of downright furious and dangerous. She could feel her hands shaking, despite the fact that they were balled into fists at her sides, closed so tightly that the knuckles had turned white with the pressure. Her face was hot and if it were possible, steam would be rolling out of her ears; yes, she was that mad. It was to be expected though. Coming down from a high was bad enough; but when a high was stolen from you by a bitch who couldn't let some stupid comment go and interjecting, annoying band mates, it was much, much worse.

Now, she wanted nothing to do with any one. She wanted to retreat back to her room, raid the mini bar for alcohol, start another chase with the Dragon and let everything be for a while. Unfortunately for Harlyn though, someone had other plans for her. As she took another sharp step across the lobby, she was cut short by a warm and firm hand wrapping around her arm.

"Harlyn!" the intruder said sharply.

At the sound of his voice, Harlyn rolled her eyes, gave an exasperated sigh, and turned to face Zack in one fluid movement. Before she could do much more than give a weak attempt to pull her arm from his grip though, he continued, fire in his eyes and anger evident in his voice.

"I know you're pissed at that woman, and so would I be if I was in the same situation as you," he spat before pausing to stare at the blonde, whose own expression was a mix between anger and sadness. But you went over the line," he continued before dropping hold of her arm and finishing with three words that essentially shoved Harlyn over the edge. "Way fucking over."

"No." Harlyn spat instantly, tears forming at the corners of her eyes as she rose a hand to shove at his shoulder. She hated when he was mad at her. "You don't understand and you didn't even try to help me in there! All you did was bitch at me... What about her, Zack?" she asked, throwing her arm out to gesture toward the bar to insinuate she was talking about Vivian back at the bar. After a moment of staring at him past the tears in her eyes, she sighed and shook her head as she turned in the general direction of the elevator again. She was trailing off the very ends of her high and she was exhausted. "Just... I'm gonna go to my room. Come along or don't. I don't give a shit," she said, her voice soft as the steam from her anger slowly rolled off her shoulders.

"Since when do Eco-friendly people drink vodka?" Ace heard the fellow drummer ask, her question then met with a grin. He didn't really have a truthful answer and certainly couldn't think of a clever remark within the time his ears filled with Harlyn's voice. He brows furrowed in shock once she'd insulted her own bandmate; that was something he wasn't used to. He didn't catch any of it except for 'emo bitch' and 'go back to your drink and mope'.

"Cool, 'drinking and moping'... we have something in common," his lower lip met his teeth and his eyebrows perked up at her, grinning slyly.

Ascelin had almost broken away from the commotion of what was happening around him. He could see it and hear it, but his body and voice refused to respond to any of the conflict. Whether that was because his limbs were too exhausted from his run over here or because he knew he had a tendency to make matters worse was yet to be known. In the back of his mind, Ace knew he didn't handle problems like this well. He could usually be found in the back of the fight screaming 'Can't we all get along?' while throwing punches. Well, that was if he hadn't started it in the first place.

Through his motionlessness (well, motionless aside from downing nearly the entire bottle of vodka already) he winced when Rick's offer streamed down his face. That was a feeling he himself had gone through in the past as a result of his... 'outlandishness' around average bar-goers, so his sympathy reached longer than one would think. "Milk helps that shit, man" he remarked. "Just... pour it on your eyes..." Out of context that'd seem really fucked up.

His bandmates who all meant a great deal to him were taking the worst of a bad situation but this was nothing new. Hell, this kind of thing happened damn near every time the group went anywhere together. They naturally didn't fit in with the general population -- such could be seen at that moment, as everyone else in the bar hadn't taken their eyes off the group since the lot of them came together. His solution of the current problem was as childish as his normal behavior.

"Anyone want a hug?" he half-hollered, looking to each face of the two bands that remained in the bar. He turned in his seat to face the majority of the group and opened his arms. As he did so, a fraction of his drink met the floor, along with his disregard for it. Chances are none of them would take him up on the offer, and after a few long moments he slowly turned back to face the bar and Kasei. "Do you want a hug?" his drunkenness asked her.

Kasei was now incredibly disappointed in Harlyn, looking at Rick with a sympathetic expression. She needed to apologize for her bandmates actions, but she couldn't think of anything beisdes, Sorry, Harlyn's just a little...pissed. But perhaps something would be better than nothing. Sighing softly, she looked from her drink back to Rick, "I'm sorry, I would offer to get you a drink but I'm not sure if you would want to accept it." She shook her head and doubting that Zack had made things much better between them, since people seemed to be thinking of it as a threat. She heard the drummer whom was sitting next to her at the bar speak up, saying something about Harlyn's previous comment about her.

"Drinking and moping? If we go off of that, I think we'll have a lot in common with a lot of people in here." Kasei told him, jokingly as she glanced toward what looked to be a sulking business man, however her mood wasn't much improved, worrying about how Zack and Harlyn were doing,"I don't really consider it moping - just thinking deeply while drinking." She winked at Ace, not sure if it would be a good thing to be having a conversation with the drummer from Legion who appeared to not be interested in stopping this vodka shots anytime soon when - or if, Harlyn returned. She still wished they could've handled the whole situation better, at least it hadn't come to throwing punches, that would've made it much worse. Still, I get the feeling that we won't exactly be buddies on this tour if things get patched up. She thought. At least Ray and Giles don't seem to really want to rip each others throats out.

Kasei was waiting silently for Rick's response after ordering Jose Cuervos and brushing her dark hair out of her face, hearing mostly bar chatter - now about them, or she assumed them, since they were the only 'Tattoo and pierced rockers trying to start a damn fight'. She also noticed a few people had left earlier, probably not wanting to watch shit go down between to rival bands, those that remained looked a bit weary of them, mostly business men.

Looking up when Ace asked if anyone want a hug, she kinda stared at him, watching quietly. Yep, he's drunk. Kasei thought, a little bit amused at his drunken question, she just had to smile and shake her head at him, but when he asked her if she wanted a hug, she waited a moment, considering her words, "I think I'm good, man." She laughed softly. "Do you need a hug?" She teased Ace, feeling a bit better about this situation, however she still hoped that Vivian was cooling down and wouldn't turn on Giles and her, maybe since she was trying to make amends she would be spared from Queen Vivians wrath.

She wriggled under his grasp and pulled herself free. Harlyn was still mad but as Zack noticed instantly, tears were forming in her eyes. The fury was wearing off and he knew what was going to happen next. She was going to shoot herself in the arm with some fucking drug and get wasted. That was the sole reason why he didn't want to follow her to her room. He knew that if he went, he would have a chance to stop her from doing it, but the apathetic side of him commanded Zack to turn away and not care. He swallowed hard once and let the problem and anger become a hard knot in his stomach.
"I don't understand? I don't care?" he said and pointed his finger towards himself and looked still furious. "If you had listened to what I said, you would think twice before that." He crossed his arms over his chest and shook his head. "But you don't, do you? If you see that as bitching, then fight your own fucking battles Harlyn." the lead guitarist of Nerveshock turned and walked back towards the bar, his heels hitting the floor hard. "Sleep fucking tight.."

When he re-entered the bar, Zack's eyes fell on all the members of the two bands in there. His eyes caught Vivian's, but he didn't look angry anymore. Part of him regretted warning her, although she took it as a threat, and the other part of him still stood by his word. If she did go after his lead singer, Zack would stand between them. Hell, if he didn't, he wouldn't have a lead singer when Vivian was done with her. He went to the bar and leaned in over it, putting his head in his hands wearily. Then he turned his head and looked at Rick and Vivian. He didn't say anything to Viv, but breathed deeply. As if to tell her that he was sorry for Harlyn's behavior, but that he was still definately not in the mood for a fight. Then his eyes found Rick, dabbing his bloodshot eyes. "Sorry man," he said and patted his shoulder. "Can I get you anything?"

Ace and Kasei were in conversation already, much to Zack's pleasure. He cared for her and it was good to see her smile again. She didn't deserve to be sad all the time. That only reminded him of Harlyn's insult to her. How could you ever make yourself say something like that? To your own fucking bandmate!
He turned to her and put a hand under her chin and turned her head, letting his hand fall so as not to make it too awkward.
"Are you okay?" he asked and raised an eyebrow, looking actually concerned. Then his eyes found the vodka bottle. By the looks of it, the one Ascelin had been drinking from. He seemed drunk, which was what Zack was going for as well now. "Can I?" he asked politely and pointed at the label of the bottle. Vodka was the thing to calm him down now. And maybe a cigarette, but he didn't have any. His eyes shifted back to Kasei again, and awaited her repluy.
What a fucking night..

The guy didn't respond. That just made it all the worse. He simply walked on out after his bandmate, leaving Vivian behind with nothing else she could possibly do but stomp off after them. And she was about to, prepared to go charging after the two departed Nerveshock musicians to let loose her wrath upon the blonde brat for daring to think for the slightest moment that something like that could be done to a member of Vivian's band, right before her very eyes, without the merest semblance of retribution? Oh no, Vivian was going to have retribution, that much would be unarguable...

"Don't."

Vivian felt a huge hand clap onto her shoulder, accompanied by a familiar voice that informed her that Rick had recovered from the fiery drink thrown into his face. It apparently didn't burn some dignity into his skull, though, the guitarist thought spitefully, and in typical fashion wheeled around to share this sentiment. "Really? You expect me to just stand here and pretend nothin' fuckin' happened? That someone didn't just throw a goddamn drink right in your face and didn't even have the common courtesy to stick around for the ramifications? Maybe you're willing to just sit down and take that kind of treatment. I for one ain't gonna let some blonde brat walk all over my band and then walk away with all her bones and bodily organs intact."

And she prepared again to march back after Harlyn and....do something. Preferably painful. Except she hadn't even turned towards the door before Zack Vayne walked right on back through it. And as she turned his eyes fell once more onto hers. Though for some reason the burning anger that still leapt in Vivian's irises were absent from his as he silently walked on past her, breathing heavy and deep. And with that Rick, having evidently regained some semblance of ability to see clearly again, addressed the man. "Now that's no threat to make," the co-guitarist spoke with the tone of a village elder speaking to those who have come to him for his sage advice. "I've lived shit that'd turn yer pasty ass inta jelly on tha floor. Don't let yer mouth be makin' oaths yer fists cain't keep." Had Vivian not been...well, baying for the blood of a certain blonde singer and rhythm guitarist, she probably would've smirked and said something in concurrence. Except right now she really wanted to drive her fist into something. Preferably the face of aforementioned blonde singer and rhythm guitarist. But in a cinch, she figured she could probably justify getting into a fight with Harlyn's guitarist. Justification being that he was in the same band as Harlyn. That was proper cause for violence, wasn't it? 'course it was. Made sense to Vivian.

But of course, Rick had to turn around and keep right on talking sense. Sense--also known as Vivian Nakani-Maisuradze's personal kryptonite. Somehow Lenchi, who had spent this entire time watching with an expression that could be most accurately likened to that of a very lazy bassist watching two singers about to get into a fight, found it almost surprising that she didn't recoil in agony whenever she came across it. Though she did tend to react a bit...angrily when faced with it--at least, when most people set it in front of her. "Please don't kill nobody," the man appealed to Vivian. "Just think it through 'afore y'all run off to kill her. Is it really worth it?"

Vivian's brow furrowed. "Yes, it is?" she deadpanned, as though this were as simple as one plus one resulting in two. "She took it two steps too far with the shit she just pulled. And I have no idea what causes you to sit by when someone does shit like that, but whatever it is, I lack it."

For his part, still seated at the bar much the way he had been since he'd last moved a muscle (which was several minutes ago) Lenchi shook his head and sighed. Vivian's loyalty to her bandmates was a painfully double-edged sword. Worked fine whenever trouble brewed for any of them--the downside being that went by Vivian's definition of 'trouble'--and Lenchi had learnt in the years leading up to this moment that Vivian had a very liberal interpretation of words like 'threat' and 'trouble'. Which was his polite way of saying she saw the need to leap to violence just about everywhere and all the time.

With a heaving grunt that suggested he was undertaking an effort of herculean proportions, Lenchi pushed himself from the barstool, and swivelled his head about on his neck to glance down the bar. Giles, his 'counterpart', so to speak, in Nerveshock, was sipping wordlessly from a beer; beside him, it seemed the two drummers were in the midst of conversation. Or flirting. A twinge of envy alit within Lenchi, typical occurrence whenever Ace got to chatting up the chicks before Lenchi did (read: every goddamn time). Rick had never appeared altogether concerned with flirting with girls in the first place, and the women Vivian tended to pick up were the types Lenchi in his right mind wouldn't attempt to flirt with anyway (naturally, he paid rather little attention to the guys she went around with). Didn't altogether help that Ace was infinitely more wise in the mystical arts of flirting with women. Twenty eight years and Lenchi counted himself lucky if the woman in question even wanted anything to do with him at all. Seemed he was just too carefree for most people--or, maybe, just a little too laid-back for most people's patience. Guess I can live with that, Lenchi mused as he watched Ace in animated conversation with that rather....attractive drummer. And he couldn't help picturing himself sitting there chatting with her instead of Ace.

He stood there for about a moment picturing this mental scenario before it ended in Kasei falling drop-dead asleep mid conversation, much to Lenchi's dismay (both in reality and in the daydream). And with a disappointed sigh, the bassist made his way over to Giles, figuring that if Ace had commenced to flirting with the drummer then at the very least Lenchi could go and see what his fellow bassist in Nerveshock was about: at the very least, he seemed...y'know. Sane. Civil. That whole schtick. And otherwise Lenchi respected the man as a musician. Frankly, neither nu metal nor metalcore were genres that were well-known for putting an emphasis on the bass, and consequently, though Lenchi didn't make a habit of listening to that kind of music to begin with (for one thing Vivian would've beheaded him if she caught him perusing nu metal), the Legion bassist had come to the conclusion most nu metal/metalcore bassists just lacked the musical independence and skill Lenchi had found characteristic of Giles' own playing. And to that end, Lenchi wandered his way over to the man, plopping his lean form down on the barstool next to Giles, tuning in inadvertently to the conversation Ace was engaged in with the drummer, deciding to memorise whatever he heard for future reference, and then promptly forgetting to do so the second after the idea struck him.

Kasei was finishing her third shot of Jose, starting to think she might need to slow down since she didn't feel the obsessive compulsive need to get totally and completely wasted, she already felt as if she was pushing it for the night. When the fourth shot arrived, she just turned the glass in a circle with her slender, artistic fingers, thinking the whole situation over again in her mind. She was beginning to go into her deep in thought stage where she barely heard anything around her - if Ascelin spoke again, she'd probably barely hear it when suddenly Zack reappeared, making her head pop up. He as well made an offer to Rick, and she couldn't help but think to herself that the man whom Harlyn had chose to give an alcoholic shower could have as many drinks as he wanted as long as he didn't sic Vivian on them. She looked to the woman whom reminded her vaguely of Medusa (The whole 'Look into her eyes and be turned to stone' idea didn't seem entirely impossible to Kasei). For some reason she simply just had to admire Vivian, sure she seemed to be able to hold a grudge like nobody's business, but she stood by her bandmates and that's something that Kasei couldn't let go unnoticed.

She herself had hopped around from band to band, never sticking with one for long or being tossed aside for someone with more experience in her younger years, some just not caring for her quiet, mysterious nature as they wanted someone a little more outgoing who caught attention, especially since she was female some wanted to flaunt her around, which she wasn't really down with (In most of those cases she was the one who left). But once she had found Nerveshock, she vowed she would never leave, as it felt like a perfect fit, regardless as to if she was 'besties' with her band mates. Sure, Giles kind of intimidated her, and Kasei didn't talk to Harlyn very much even though they were the only females in the band and most would expect them to be closer because of that, but they seemed to respect her privacy and all so she considered them friends. Oddly now, she felt closer to Zack than ever, she talked to him more than anyone else (She only occasionally spoke to Giles, she would say hi and maybe share a few conversations, but she kept it limited, since she had to agree with Rick...He did look like a zombie.) she thought. She almost wanted to have a long conversation with Zack now, maybe even tell him about the call she'd recieved earlier after finding out what happened outside. Maybe it's the booze talking. She thought to herself, glancing once more at Ascelin just as Zack put a hand under her chin so that she would look at him before he let his hand drop back down to his side, possibly to avoid looking like Prince Charming, minus the white horse and dorky clothes.

"Are you okay?" He asked, and she noted the concerned look in his eyes. She didn't jump this time, in fact now she just looked back at him and nodded, surprised and grateful that he asked and seemed to genuinely know if she was okay, "Of course." She said, having not thought it much of a big deal. Sure, she was surprised at Harlyn's comment, but she figured Harlyn was just mad and was lashing out at whoever tried to stop her. It didn't really effect her too much.

More than anything right now, she wanted to know how things went with Harlyn, but she didn't really want to discuss it in front of Legion, regardless as to if it seemed everything was cooling down now and she wasn't sure if she had made what she previously said to Ascelin a little too flirty as she hadn't meant for it to come out that way, really. Or had she? Either way, Zack had now seized her attention.

"I would ask how things went with Harlyn, but I don't think this is really the place to do it." Kasei said, after he had asked Ace about the vodka. She could tell that Zack's good mood had clearly gone after his conversation with Harlyn and he was looking for something to soothe his frayed nerves. She would offer him a cigarette, but she had left hers back in her room, unfortunately. Wasn't there also a no smoking sign? Ah, well. Kasei thought.

She looked up when the bassist from Legion who's name she hadn't caught got up and walked over and took a seat next to Giles, deabting asking his name if he didn't introduce himself. She let her eyes wander over him for a minute, noting his appearance and that he too had dreadlocks like Vivian. She wondered briefly if the two were related, but she thought the similarites rather ended there. He looked...well. Lazy. As hell.

Giles had grown weary of waiting for his food and was about to take trip to the restroom that Ian Frasier dropped himself on the bar stool next to his. It was moments like this that he hated his parents for programming bar etiquette into him which at this very instant would cause him to react in a certain way that would force discomfort on Giles himself. He changed his position on the chair to reduce the agony that would visit his bladder in the very near future and turned to Ian, downing his half full glass of stout and shouted at the bartender "Ahoy there! Bartender another pint of stout for me and one for me mate here." Unsure whether the increased pressure in his abdomen or the alcohol was causing him to shout what he wanted to say, he reluctantly raised his glass and shouted "Cheers mate." Due to his skeletal figure one could see a swelling just above the groin area popping out. He realized that if he stayed there any longer the bar stool he was sitting on would be unusable long after he had abandoned it so he shouted at Ian, this time loud enough for most of the bar to hear "Pardon me mate, I really need to run to the crapper." and he did take a run for the the toilet, falling down twice before accomplishing his task.
After 5 minutes Giles returned with a big smile on his face and his figure looking equally slim all through out. He had seen himself in the mirror and he knew even his own band members would question such a wide grin but he couldn't help it, the relief he had gotten from the last couple of minutes before washing his hands was equivalent to the feeling he was about to experience the next day, a hit on his pipe after a long, long time. For the first time in days he felt relief from the tiny voice in his head urging him to get his fix. He strolled back to his spot in a manner similar to walking on clouds, he greeted Ian and the bartender again. "One more round mate and I would like the food soon, please." said Giles to the bartender in a rather calm voice. He then turned to Ian trying to think of something to converse about. "So..." Giles said in an attempt to start a sentence which ended in awkward silence. His second order was finally here and Giles decided to tip the bartender with his dollar even though it probably wasn't nearly enough for a place like this. He apologized to the bartender about the tip amount and his attention turned back to his pork sausages. "I would offer you some but the quarter Scottish in me wouldn't let me, much apologies." Giles said while from Ian's expression he couldn't really tell whether he was interested in the food or not. "You don't mind non-kosher meat near you, right? Anyways whats been buggin' me all night is are you and the Hulk of a woman there by any chance related?"
Giving a mental pat on the back to himself for thinking of something to say and pulling of a pretended interest in something trivial, he shut the world out and all he could see in the darkness was a gleaming plate of food with sausages dancing around and singing his name, mashed potatoes humming some cartoon theme song from years ago, the beans pleading to be eaten and the garlic bead begging to see his teeth. "An orgasmic piss and food that's happy to see me, somehow something must be wrong but thanks to Lord I can't give a fuck" Giles thought to himself as he used the cutlery to invade his plate.

Ascelin's head was spinning.

"Ey... Hey...," he leaned over the surface of the bar and tapped on the tender's shoulder. "More?" he swished around the little amount of vodka that was left in the current bottle. Although at least a third of it had spilled from his glass over the course of the time it'd taken him to down the high percentage alcohol (much to the man behind the counter's discontent, as he'd already gone through two rags), he knew that combined with the leftover buzzed state he was in upon arrival, it was almost time for him to stop drinking. But it was around those last few drinks that Ace always let his alcoholic demon loose. He never really wanted to stop and would drown his soul until he absolutely had to come to a screeching halt.

"Do you need a hug?" the lady-drummer next to him teased. He couldn't help but smile as he turned away from his glass momentarily to look at her. His eyes met hers and there was a deep silence as he scanned her face before speaking. Regardless of the fact that she was gorgeous, there was something about her personality that he was drawn to. "I always need a hug!" he spoke loudly, bringing his lower lip into a pout.

While he wasn't quite 'in the moment', it registered in his mind that the chatter among band members was constant, and furthermore that one voice was closer than most. "Can I?" slipped through his ear and out the other. It took him a long second to react, but the growing smile on his face alerted the bartender in such a manner that he slid a clean shot glass over to the guitarist.

"Here you go my friend," Ace clumsily filled Zack's glass after he'd made his own dent in the new bottle. He could sense tension in the bar as soon as he entered it, but he couldn't hold grudges for the life of him and certainly didn't have the heart to do so. Plus, Zack's familiar demeanor charmed Ace.

There was a tingling feeling arising in the pale drummer's chest, which was all too familiar and quite uncomfortable. After feeling around in his pocket for about a minute -- in that course of time he managed to forget what he was doing more than once -- his gaze turned to the two opposing band members next to him. "You guys smoke weed?" the question escaped from his lips with such smoothness that it was almost odd. He didn't even attempt to speak quietly as his hand clasped tightly around his lighter.

Part of him didn't want to leave the bar, which was a source of alcohol and warm air, but he hadn't smoked in days. "I got 'Sour Diesel'. Good for stress and anxiety." His drunken state had him talking slower than normal and his awkward movements signaled that he'd had more than his fair share of the place.

He gave the drummer from Legion a smile and a nod of his head, looking at the shot glass as it was filled up. However clumsily it was done. The bartender looked like it was annoying him but he handled it pretty well. Only his lips tightened every time he had to clean after Ascelin. Zack looked at the bartender and waved at him, silently asking him to throw the cloth to wipe the table. He handed it to Zack with a grateful smile, and Zack returned it.
"Thank you very much," he said to the Legion member before returning his eyes to Kasei. Still, the drummer from Legion seemed as though he knew Zack. As if they'd met before. Not that he could remember where or when. He rubbed his eyes again for a second and then shrugged. "She's just." he frowned and looked at the shot. "Outta control... I don't know." and he really didn't know. Someone had to be there to rein her in or else Harlyn would get her into trouble constantly. Vivian could get on Zack's nerves as well, but he had the muscle to stand against her. Harlyn didn't. If he had Harlyn's size, he would keep his mouth shut. But she didn't know better. "Someone just needs to rein her in, but if she keeps treating us like shit when we try to save her ass, I'm not going to help her." The words tasted foul in his mouth. Zack cared about his bandmates more than anything. And Harlyn too, even when she pulled shit like that. The apathy in him just overwhelmed him and he retreated into himself. A dangerous place. "Just.. Fuck it!" Zack said and lifted the shot of Vodka. He raised it first towards Ascelin and then Kasei before downing it. "I don't wanna bring us all down." he grabbed the bottle and poured another one.

"You seemed a little.." he trailed off for a moment. "Distracted when you came back from that phone call earlier." he noted and tilted his head, turning towards her. He spoke in a low voice just as the inebriant on the bar had his focus elsewhere. Then he turned to them, eyes heavy and slow. His fingers fumbled in his pockets after something unbeknownst to the two from Nerveshock.
"You guys smoke weed?" Zack's head turned to him and looked him straight in the eyes for a moment, his face not revealing anything. Then the corners of his mouth twitched and he gave a shrug. He looked at Kasei to see her reaction as well. Ascelin looked like he could really use it right now. "I think I'll stick to booze and cigarettes tonight." Zack planted to tattoed arms on the bar and smiled slightly. They could smoke all the weed they wanted to, he wouldn't mind. Zack just didn't want to. He didn't care. If Kasei passed out, he'd carry her to her room. Hell, if Ace passed out, he'd carry him to his room as well. His mood didn't allow him to even think of the idea of smoking it himself. Not tonight, not now. He just wanted to smoke and be drunk. Then he looked back at him and then held out his hand towards him. "But you guys can smoke all the shit you want. I don't care." Zack Vayne's fingers played with the glass of vodka, as if they were missing the guitar neck and the strings. An instant urge to play shot up into him, but he didn't let it show and discarded the feeling. "Do you guys know if it's possible to buy a pack of cigarrets nearby though?"

Kasei was relieved her hair had dried from the shower she'd taken before she came down, that was one thing she disliked - her damp hair being cold and clinging to her. "Alright." She said when Ace said he could always use a hug, figuring that there was no harm in that, so she gave the clearly heavily intoxicated drummer from Legion a hug, letting her arms linger around him for a moment before releasing him, "Better?" She joked, straightening her simple, black band t-shirt before returning her gaze to Zack as he spoke, feeling uneasy once more. So even Zack hadn't helped the situation with Harlyn.

She couldn't help but sigh, "Let's just hope she cools down and comes back to her sense." She muttered, shaking her head at the thought. Could Harlyn really not get herself under control and learn to bite het tongue? She thought Zack said it well when he said 'fuck it' for the night, nodding her head in agreement and thinking they should focus on remaining civil with Legion now. So far she didn't think Ascelin was half-bad and also Giles seemed to be trying to make conversation with the bassist of Legion, she was surprised though when Zack mentioned the call from earlier. Had he really noticed? "You remember that, eh?" Kasei sighed and down the shot she'd had sitting in front of her, "I'll tell you later, just not here." She promised Zack just before Ace mentioned weed. She looked back to her guitarist for his reaction and then shook her head at him, thinking Zack's answer had been the best to go with, "I agree with Zack. I'm afraid not much for that." She admitted to him, having had past experiences with drugs before in her late teens. She'd gotten over it before she'd joined Nerveshock and wasn't interested in starting again, having no desire to go down that path again, even if it was just weed.

Kasei wasn't sure if it was the alcohol or the call from her past, but watching Zack's hands fidget as if wanting to play the guitar, she began wanting to play the piano. But where the hell was one when you needed it? One of the few times she actually missed the damn thing, and she didn't think she could find them. She glanced at Zack and shrugged, "I wasn't looking around much outside, but I have a new pack up in my room if you want it." She told him and then looked at her new shot the bartender put out in front of her, not touching it - yet, "I wanna play the fucking piano." She blurted, but kept her voice down so that the entire bar wouldn't be hearing her random outburst, knowing that none of the men sitting at the bar with her would have any idea what she was talking about as she'd never once mentioned having the ability to play anything besides the drums. She'd even admitted to Zack that she had never even tried to play the guitar, bass, or anything else, convinently leaving out the fact that she had once played the piano when she was younger.

"Trust me," Rick said, "Given the chance I'd do the exact same thing." Still dabbing at his face with the lapel of his wool shirt, Rick shrugged. "That don't change the fact that there's gonna be hell t' pay if you fuck her up too bad." He sighed. "But I figure that if you're as hell-bent on this as I think you are, then there ain't nothin' I can do to stop you. Just don't kill her."

He removed his hand from her shoulder and leaned back against the bar. "An' don't get us kicked outta tha hotel, that's no good." His piece spoken, the guitarist ponderously turned back to the bar and wrapped his big fist around another Seven Crown, drinking from it slowly and deliberately. His face was set in a grim line, already considering the possibilities of the upcoming brawl. What could happen now? Would they be kicked out of the hotel? Would the bar be destroyed? Would they be exiled by court order from the city? Rick had been kicked out of a town more than once for excessive brawling in his younger days, and it wasn't a pleasant thought that he might have to add another notch to the belt.

A welcome distraction from these dark thoughts came in the form of Ace pulling a dime from his pocket in plain sight of all bargoers and rather loudly asking if anyone wanted to light up. Rick swatted the drummer's hand down. "Keep that outta sight, you idjit. Do you want to get arrested for possession before we've even started the concert series?"

"Trust me," Rick responded evenly to Vivian's...'spirited' retorts. "Given the chance, I'd do the exact same thing." He dabbed at his face, still burning red from the napalm alcohol that had been flung into it a mere moment previously, and then gave a shrug. "That don't change the fact that there's gonna be hell t'pay if you fuck her up too bad." Then, as if his mind had been made and he didn't altogether like the conclusion he'd been forced to come to, Rick sighed, and finished. "But I figure that if you're as hell-bent on this as I think you are, then there ain't nothin' I can do to stop you. Just don't kill her."

Vivian grinned rows of pale, smirking teeth. "I'll try to restrain myself," was all she offered in responce before the guitarist turned to walk on out of the bar, prompting Lenchi to glance after her even after he'd sat down at the bar beside Giles. He'd heard very little of her exchange with Rick, though it, funnily enough, resembled Rick talking sense into her and Vivian responding with the usual desire to fuck shit up. At which point he'd assumed, eh, if anyone could talk sense into her it'd be Rick, and if Rick couldn't or didn't, there was very little Lenchi could do short of physically restraining her (which was laughable in and of itself) to try and stop her. So when she walked on out of the bar and towards the hotel, Lenchi felt it reasonable to assume one of two things: either Rick had succeeded in talking sense into Vivian and she'd decided to skulk off back to her hotel room (which she did sometimes after being talked down), or she'd decided to pursue her counterpart in Nerveshock regardless of Rick's warnings and appeals.

Either way, wasn't a damn thing he could do.

"Ahoy there!" Giles called out unusually loudly to the bartender as Lenchi turned his head sombrely away from the scene. "Bartender, another pint of stout for me and one for me mate here!" The man brought forth two glasses filled with rich, dark liquor, setting them before the two bassists, and Lenchi had hardly reached out to take his up before Giles had snatched his up and belted out, "Cheers, mate!" Briefly, Lenchi wondered if Giles was already drunk off his ass--a suspicion which seemed generally confirmed when, a moment later, Giles glanced down at his crotch, roared out "Pardon me mate, I really need to run to the crapper" with volume such that he could be heard clean across the city, and then took off from his stool, falling flailing to the floor no less than twice before making it to his destination.

Huh. Lenchi stared after Giles for a brief moment, having been at least slightly occupied with the skin-and-bones bassist's unusual antics, before shrugging (barely) his shoulders and then turning to take a generous gulp of dry stout. During which interval, Ace inquired of the two Nerveshock band members around him if either smoke weed, to which neither responded in the affirmative but to which Rick responded by swatting the drummer's hand away and reprimanding him for his blatancy. In silence Lenchi sat alone, absorbing the conversation ensuing all around him much as he always did, never much of a figure for excessive talking. Most chalked it up to him just being so ludicrously lazy that even talking dragged on him--which had its grain of truth, but was altogether a false impression. Instead it could be better said that Lenchi was half the time much too pre-occupied with his own mind to get involved with what was going on around him. An over-active imagination he'd been blessed--or, given its implications, cursed-- with since the years of his adolescence brimmed his mind to capacity with all manner of lazy, contented daydreams, ranging from juvenile science-fiction-type mind-romps to wistful ponderings such as the one concerning Kasei not one moment ago.

Other times, it was an altogether simpler affair. Such as now. In which he was thinking about cake.

No cake in particular. Just the concept of cake.

This undoubtedly fascinating revelation of Zen enlightenment proportions was put on hold as, a moment later, Giles emerged from the bathroom, considerably calmer and less frantic than he had been when he had all but bull-rushed into the toilet. He sat down as his food and drink were brought before him, and began to chow down, with intermittent remarks directed at the Legion bassist beside him. "So..." he trailed off as he took another bite of the food, and then stated, "I'd offer you some but the quarter Scottish in me wouldn't let me, much apologies. You don't mind non-kosher meat near you, right?"

Lenchi had no idea what non-kosher meat was. Or, for that matter, what kosher meat was. Well, what you don't know can't hurt you...I guess? "Nope," he replied, before Giles went on again.

"Anyways, what's been bugging me all night is... are you and the hulk of a woman there by any chance related?"

Now that woke Lenchi up. The bassist all but did a veritable double-take--had this been a cartoon of some kind, he'd've done a perfect spit-take, predictably right into Rick's face, but unfortunately no such thing came about in reality. "Me 'n' Viv?" he chortled, choking slightly on a mouthful of Irish stout. "God no. If she'd been my sister or something...." Well, the thought alone gave Lenchi cause to shudder a bit. Well, you always heard stories about siblings who bullied their brothers or sisters--Lenchi, much though he'd always resented his brother, much though he'd now gotten over that resentment even though the wounds of their long-lived rivalry were now too deep to quickly repair, had had no such experience. And yet he could only imagine if the bully sibling in question were Vivian--which was more than enough for Lenchi to quickly assert in his mind, lest the gods above assume he'd been discontent with his own sibling life and saw fit to alter reality, that he was more than content to have had his brother and not Vivian.

"Hey, Harlyn!"

Who was, as it were, at that moment gleefully rampaging down the empty hall that led to where Vivian, if she recalled correctly, knew the rooms belonging to Nerveshock to be. Her voice reverberated across, through, and throughout the halls of the hotel as she pursued her quarry--with permission from Rick, no less, which only made Vivian glory that much more in the coming slaughte--er, fight, she off-handedly reminded herself that her assurance that she would not full-on kill the blonde was cause for her to tone down the violent imagery lest she get carried away by it. Nevertheless, a grin of sadistic anticipation was pinned squarely to her dark, smirking face as she strode forth. No, she'd try not to get carried away--but she was going to make sure she was satisfied with her retribution, that much was for certain.

Giles felt he had enough booze and it was time to call it night. The feeling should have aroused a bit earlier about after the second shot he had downed with the band. Now he was drunk and he barely got up his stool. Feeling like throwing up from all the food he had helped himself to, he strolled toward a direction that felt like an exit. His shoulders were pointing down, his head had sunken between and he was sporting a foolish grin on his face. Closing one eye to handle his double vision, he further limited his depth perception.
"Don't worry about me, I know my way jack.... back" he told his band mates while performing a half-assed wave signaling good bye. "Good night, don't drink too much chaps, we got a show tomorrow."
Although in a dire need for someone to help him go back to his room, he always refused help, preferring to do things on his own. Giles needing something to lean on rested his shoulder on the wall and dragged himself along the wall watching the ground so he wouldn't knock something over. Occasionally rolling on the wall shoulder to shoulder to amuse himself he somehow made it to the hallway where he hoped that one of the rooms would belong to his band mates so he wouldn't be evicted. Giles from the hazy vision of one eye saw that there was someone else in the hallway. Realizing that the person was facing away from him he used this opportunity to urinate on the door to his left. He then walked slowly towards one of the doors. Forgetting to pull his pants up he lost his already unbalanced footing and fell forward. As he fell he tried to grab onto the person in the hallway but he missed the persons belt and his attempt to grab onto something turned into a light tap on that persons butt cheek. Realizing what he had done and the fact that he had fallen he started laughing but his joy was cut abruptly when he looked up and saw that it was the towering Vivian who was staring down at him. Giles didn't even try to put on a poker face hoping she would go easy on him if he had a 'I'm fucked face' on. Rolling around fast to pull his pants up, he prayed to God for a way out. "I'm sorry," Giles said while trying to think of a way turn the tides around. "but I must say you do have a nice bottom." Giles let out a faint shriek after the second part of his sentence slipped out of his mouth. Sure he was being honest and wasn't being rude but he had picked the wrong time to pay that compliment. He didn't know whether he started laughing again because of his mess up or just to pretend things are fine but Giles was sitting on the floor laughing right at Vivian's feet.

Zack shrugged and nodded to Kasei. If she didn't want to talk about it there and then, that was fine by him. Hell, Zack was one to speak since he rarely spoke about his own feelings. It just... Didn't matter to him. And then it did, but he wouldn't allow himself to care about it.
"That's okay," he said to her. Zack looked back at Ascelin when Kasei too declined, and then motioned to the bartender. "A Heineken, please." he said and it was promptly served, put right in front of him. He wrapped his fingers around the cold bottle and had only raised it halfway to his mouth when Rick cut him off. He was speaking to Ace, pointing out the 'danger' in talking about drugs in such a place. If he did indeed get caught, the show would be over tomorrow. And maybe the next one as well. If Ascelin got hauled off, then maybe Legion could have borrowed Kasei for the night; but there was small chance of that now, small being and understatement. Zack avoided further commenting as he saw no need, and didn't want to engage in conversation with the co-guitarist of the opposing band. Even though he'd made only one comment towards him, Zack felt that he wasn't really his biggest fan. Rick could be in the same mind as Vivian, and wanted to kick his ass, but was just smart enough not to start anything. Whatever the case, Zack Vayne shrugged it off and drank from his beer.

"You play the piano as well?" he asked, finally turning towards his drummer again his mouth twitching. He wanted those cigarettes badly now. He widened his eyes to shake any weariness that could present itself, just to be one step ahead of sleep. Just to avoid it for the time being. He wasn't really tired but the thought of retreating to his room and sitting as a sullen child in the dimmed light of the tv, with a guitar in his hands seemed almost unbearable. "You hold more secrets than I'd thought, Miss Lestat." Zack smiled and winked. Another sip of beer. He knew his bandmates, of course. Some more than others. Harlyn he knew most about, then Kasei and then Giles.
Out of the corner of his eyes he saw Vivan get up and leave, after the previous -however short- conversation with Rick. He sighed deeply and contemplated going after her in an attempt to stop her, but remained in his seat. Harlyn would've made it to her room by now. Right? If not, Zack was certain to figure out if the two got in a fight. If, clung to his brain like duct tape, the notion only increased by the hope of avoiding that fight.

The next one to leave the bar was Giles. Shit faced. He staggered out of there and only waved back at his bandmates. Zack uncertainly waved back at him and raised an eyebrow, worried about how he was ever going to make it back to his room. He turned his face and spoke to Kasei. "He is completely off his tits," he said and then turned his face to see his bassist walk out of sight. Only two nights ago, Zack had to carry him to his room because he was drunk. Again.
"I fucking hope he doesn't run into Vivian." Zack just turned around and closed his eyes for a moment, drinking his beer. "Uh," his eyes hovered over the array of liquids in the bar display. "Southern comfort and Rose's Lime." the bartender placed -upon Zack's request- both bottles on the counter. He'd learned to mix this drink in a trip to Europe once. Somewhere... North. He couldn't remember anyway. He mixed the drink and tried a small taste. Satisfied, he screwed the cap on the both bottles and looked at Ace. "Have you had enough, or?" he smiled and pointed at the almost empty Vodka bottle. He shook his head at the look on the drummer's face, and chuckled. Zack's thumb pointed over his shoulder, in the direction Vivian and Giles had gone. And Harlyn before them. "Provided that none of them get in a fight, or Giles throws up all over the hall, can I please have that pack of ciggies? If you don't wanna share it that is." he said to Kasei and raised his brows.

Kasei kept silent when Zack nodded at what she had said earlier, twirling her glass in a circle with her fingers as she listened slightly to Rick scolding Ace, pointing out the dangers of mentioning illegal drugs in a public place, thinking little of it and knowing that Zack didn't really talk about himself either...she'd have to try to talk to him about it later, but she wasn't sure if she could get to the guitarist to open up at all to her. She would understand if he didn't, thinking to herself now that Rick was right, it wasn't a very bright move, but then again, Ace looked drunk enough to have forgotten what was appropriate public topic and what was not. Glancing over her shoulder, she noted the two business men whom had remained despite the almost fight between Nerveshock and Legion studying the group now and she shrugged it off, going back to her drink. They were probably just enjoying the show, waiting to see what would happen next between the two metal bands. She too had thought of what would happen if Ace got busted for drug possession, but didn't linger on it - the Legion drummer was probably alright, if the business men heard them, they probably wouldn't turn him it for it, she thought to herself. Or would they? She supposed it was always a possibility.

Still fidgeting with her glass, Kasei turned and smiled softly at her guitarist, "I did once, and I do have some secrets, indeed." She told him, mysteriously, having kept most of her history a secret from her band mates and returning her gaze to the bar and thinking that Zack needed to take it easy, sure that his conversation with Harlyn had gone quite badly and after what had almost happened with Legion, she couldn't really blame the guy if he wanted to just be alone. She wondered if he was at all curious now. All she had told Legion about her was that she was originally from Alaska, not saying particularly where, but if anyone asked she'd just say 'Fairbanks' and no more on the subject, though she often teased others about the cold weather not being that cold wherever they were. She just liked to keep to herself for the most part.

Kasei caught a glimpse of Vivian leaving and stiffened slightly, hoping she wasn't going to go looking for Harlyn, as it may take her, Zack and whoever else they could get to help them stop Vivian. Maybe Rick would be of help, she thought but wondered if he would be with them or against them in that situation. Shortly after, Giles left as well, looking...totally shit-faced. She shook her head and smiled at Zack, "You're certainly right about that one." She told him, hoping Giles wouldn't get himself into any trouble out there because they weren't there to try and save his ass...really, it wasn't that long ago Zack had to try to carry Giles to bed. She couldn't be the only one to find it embarrassing to have to be carried anywhere.

Kasei vaguely recalled a few months ago when she passed out drunk at a party and had somehow magically reappeared in her hotel room...She wondered who it was whom had helped her. Was it Harlyn or Zack? She doubted Giles was there and would've tried to help her. She had never asked as she had been too ashamed to ask her band mates. Is it such a curse to rely on others a little? She wondered to herself.

"Let's hope he stays smart." Kasei replied, sighing and shaking her head at that and pushing her glass away. She needed to be done for the night, she thought as she listened to Zack ask Ascelin about the vodka. "I'll share with you." She smiled at Zack, thinking she could go for a smoke as well. "In fact, I think I could use one right now." She told him.