((Everyone may begin posting, the setting starts where each band is on the same street. Mmmm specifics? 15th Avenue. Sure. There is a pretty expensive hotel on the right side, the popular band is having a party for their new single that just got released that is slowly getting popular. The debut band is at a bar across the street.))
Hotel.
Club Ice.
((I know we just started but I wanted to maybe get this rolling to get people interested.))

Otter took another long drag of her Kool Menthol. She inhaled the tobacco willingly, glad to take in her addiction. She let out a white flume of smoke and her eyes closed, entranced in it, almost. She chuckled at herself and looked down to her outfit. A corset lacing top, the ribbons were purple with a black base. She had on a pair of dark denim shorts and a purple and black studded belt. Fish nets took up for the excess showing of leg and her feet were weighed down by heavy, oversized combat boots. She needed to lay off the slutty attire, but it really wore out her image if she didn't. She felt that she had a certain way she needed to look, show a little cleavage here, and there, but she didn't mind it at all. She wasn't much of the modest type. She enjoyed giving dances to men and she was always looking for the eye of attention. She killed her tar product and stomped it out under her shoe, then headed back into the hotel. It was litterally packed wall to wall with floods of people. It was rather hot from all of the bodies pressed together and moving and dancing and not to mention the countless other things that she couldn't see due to her size. She grumbled, attempting to look over the sea of tall males and some females, she was looking for anyone she knew. She had lost her band mates when she had ran for quick smoke.

It was dark in the bar, and slightly damp. Rick had his coat zipped up all the way, and occasionally breathed into his hands as he perched on the barstool. Yes, he understood the ice motif. Yes, he understood the fact that all of the countertops, the furniture, the art - everything was made from blown glass that was specifically made to resemble actual ice blocks. Yes, he understood that just one of the smallest blocks was worth more than his studio apartment, his car and all of his amps combined.

That did not excuse the fact that the bar was kept at a chilly 50 degrees Fahrenheit at all times. When Rick had brought it up with one of the other patrons, they had mentioned that the cold was "for ambiance". The bartender explained that it was set up so that drinks would stay slightly chilled and so that the manager wouldn't have to pay as much in heat every month. Rick grunted, and settled back into his scotch. He thought that, in a matter of minutes, if he stayed they would have to send a Saint Bernard to rescue him from the block of ice that would grow around him. Rick shivered a bit, and adjusted himself on his seat again, eventually just finishing his scotch and getting off the barstool. His band mates had apparently disappeared while Rick was warming up, and the bassist silently thought they had made the right decision, disappearing somewhere warmer.

Rick set his feet down and started heading for the door, going for the warm night air. One thing was for sure, he was never going to that bar again.

Lina woke up in her apartment that was filled with the smell of sweet smoke. She coughed as she did so, waving away the smoke from her face. She pushed the covers off of her small frame and stood up off the bed, stretching widely. The curtains were drawn, but she could see the bright sun peeking through them. It had to be sometime in the afternoon. She yawned and peeked out of the curtains, reeling back quickly when the sun hit her sensitive light eyes. She looked around and then noticed that she wasn't in her apartment, but a hotel room. She frowned, wearing only her bra and lacy underwear, wondering when she had got there. There was some guy passed out on her bed with his shirt and pants off, and Lina guessed that had been her one night stand guy. She inspected his face, and saw that he was pretty cute. This relaxed her as she went into the bathroom and took a quick shower.

Once she was finished in the shower, her black hair hung loosely around her. She walked back into the bedroom of her hotel room, and tossed around a few clothes until she found a short, black, leather, mini dress and slid it on. Then she shuffled through her bag and collected all her black and white belts, and placed them on her mid section on the dress. She grabbed some dangerous black heels that matched it perfectly.

She turned and looked in the mirror, looking at herself once more. Then she looked at her eyes and threw on some dark makeup, and walked downstairs. She saw Otter, and quickly pushed past a few guys to get to her. She felt someone smack her butt, but she ignored it. When she approached her friend, she covered her eyes with her perfectly black nail polished fingers, smiling.

"Guess who, bitch?" She asked in a slow voice, a smile upon her lips.

Otter wandered the mingling bodies for a while. The unblievable heat radiating off of all of the bodies around her was excrutiatingly hot. A bit of sweat began to condensate and collect on her makeuped forehead. She swiped away the liquid, retreating to the bathroom to fix her powder and liner. She went back put into the crowd, scanning over the numerous faces.

Suddenly a couple of cool hands slipped around her burning face. "Guess who, bitch?" The voice asked. A sly grin crossed the drummer's face. She could already hear the familiarity in the guitarist's voice and she was glad to finally have some company that she would willingly conversate with. "Lina?" She asked alloys, stupidly, her hands on her friends removing them so she could see. She turned around still smiling. "Look who decided to join the party." She teased. "Have a good night, baby?" She asked her using one of the many pet names she face her closer friends.

Not far from the bar known as 'Club Ice', a figure stood leaning against the brick wall of another nightclub, silhouetted by the moon casting its glow overhead; she idly strummed an acoustic guitar whose case lay shut on the ground before her. Various people strode by her, not paying much attention to her; in turn, Santana more or less ignored them, simply strumming her fingers up and down across the strings with a casual, almost lazy feeling to it.

Despising revealing and slatternly clothes, Santana forewent such clothes in favour of something similar to what a man might wear instead; a brown leather jacket over a tight black t-shirt, and a pair of dark blue jeans. The only article of clothing that couldn't have passed for male clothing was the black, leather knee high boots she wore.

The other bandmembers had decided to visit the bar not far from here; being that she would only be turning twenty one in a couple of months, Santana wouldn't have been allowed in. Anyway, that wasn't a problem considering Santana had never intended to go in regardless of her age, disdaining alcohol and remaining well away from the substance. So while the other band members were, as the expression goes, 'getting their drink on', Santana had merely shrugged her shoulders and informed them that she'd wait for them nearby with her guitar.

Briefly, the opening few triads of Black Sabbath's acoustic masterpiece 'Orchid' drifted down 15th Avenue, though to Santana's displeasure the full beauty of it was marred by the sound of cars driving by and the hustle and bustle of people. This is why I've never liked cities... she mused to herself. Huge behemoths filled with smoke and noise and filth--and anger, fear, resentment, and hatred. It all seemed to coalesce in places like this--humanity's worst traits emerged.

Hearing the sound of a heavy door swinging open, Santana turned and saw Rick exiting the club. Fluidly she knelt down and laid the guitar in its case, shutting it and clamping the locks closed before picking it up and striding towards Rick as he walked out the door of Club Ice. "Hey," she greeted, raising a hand and glancing around as she did so. "Where are the others?"

"Might want to keep an eye on your guitar case," Rick said, still massaging the summer warmth into his chilled hands. He cast a sidewise glance over to Santana's guitar case and then smiled, redirecting his gaze to the band's guitarist. "Glad to see you, at least," he said with a shrug, finally resigning his hands to his pockets. He made a few quick strides and brought himself a bit closer to Santana, where he leaned back against the building behind him and looked out across the street.

"I guess I sorta lost a few of them. I know you didn't go to the bar with me; and I know a lot of the others may have drifted off. I didn't see them on my way out." The bassist crossed his arms, tapping his calloused fingers against the sleeves of his coat. "But they'll probably trickle in over time," he added plaintively, and with another shrug. He cast his eyes over to the hotel, where the reception area was veritably overflowing with people. "Whole lotta dudes in there tonight for some reason," he observed.

Liam sorted his hair in the small mirror in the dim, hotel mirror, grinning in triumph when he managed to get the 'sex’ out of his hair. Everything appeared smoothed down and he glanced at the door, wanting to get moving soon. He knew someone would eventually notice he was missing from the large hotel lobby and he didn't want that happening. As much as he was known for going off and having a good time, he didn't exactly want people knowing each time he did it. He turned around and gave the lady that was laying in the bed a lazy smile.

"Thanks," He told her with a small wink. All he really saw was her blush before he slipped out of the room that she had rented for the night; he didn't really know why. He wasn't a question type of guy, if someone wanted to tell him something they would, he wouldn't go hounding after something and make put someone in an uncomfortable situation. He heard the elevator doors open with a small ding and he walked into the elevator, glad for once that no one was in it with him. The mindless elevator music filled his ears while he raided his jean pockets for some gum. He frowned for a second when he realized the gum must've fallen out on the girl’s floor, what was her name again? He was pretty sure it was Kathy or Cady or something like that.

The door opened on the main floor with another ding, interrupting Liams’ thoughts once more. He stepped out, giving grins from fans that tried to go after him. He quickly escaped to the main desk, grabbing a mint and popped it in his mouth. He smiled and then gave out the autographs and pictures that they wanted before spotting he spotted Lina and Otter. His grin spread on his face once more as he stalked over to them, resting his arm on both of their shoulders. "Hello ladies, I thought I had lost you in this crowd. How have your nights been so far? And may I add you both look incredibly lovely this evening?" He asked before shooting them both playful winks.

Bandmates were fun to flirt with but nothing else more. Liam's mind did back of his words from before, they were both gorgeous but it would be way to awkward to have a one night stand with both of them. He was pretty sure that they knew that he wasn't one for relationships and that he didn't really enjoy committing himself to someone but the thought of him having to face them after having an one night stand made him shudder. They were his friends, he had told himself long ago, and friends didn't have sex with friends. Although there was nothing really wrong with glancing down at their cleavage, was there?

Santana nodded, her hand still holding onto the handle of the guitar case. She leaned against the wall as well, saying, "I guess they'll turn up eventually," and leaving it at that, leaving the two bandmates in silence momentarily. Santana's eyes simply scanned through the night for a sign of the familiar, stark brown-orange hair of Akiharu Shin, or perhaps the head of messy, untended brown hair that was characteristic of Davey Ardom--but neither sight appeared as she glanced around.

"Whole lotta dudes in there tonight for some reason," Rick broke the silence after a few moments, turned his eyes to the hotel across the street; indeed, it seemed bursting at the seams with eager people of all kinds. "I heard a band called 'Glamour Kills' is staying there," Santana replied. Of Glamour Kills, she knew admittedly little. The band didn't play the kind of music Santana listened to--screamo was outside her taste in music. She knew the band was on the rise of popularity, having released a debut album not long ago and having been signed on to the powerhouse record label known as 'Smash Records'; she had read something in the newspaper (yes, she read newspapers) about the band visiting Detroit and staying in a high class hotel in Crowne Plaza. Santana hadn't paid much attention to the announcement at the time.

Meanwhile, here she was, the guitarist of the band known as '--------' ((We never seemed to decide on a band name :v so I'mma leave that blank until then XD)). They were preparing to release their own debut album, picked up by a local record label called Voltude Records. Santana didn't know if they were on the verge of making it big or becoming one of the countless bands that simply never made it; the bands that maybe one or two people had somehow found out about and liked a bit, but for the most part were forgotten in the end. Santana, for her part, didn't intend to let that happen. As far as she was concerned, as long as she was playing guitar here, this band was going to become a modern day Led Zeppelin, it was going to have the effect on the music industry of a contemporary Black Sabbath--and Santana planned to become the Tony Iommi of today.

Davey never got clubs. He never understood why so many people would go to a party they were never invited to--because they didn't need an invitation--full of people they've never met before, only to drink themselves into a coma or have as much sex as they possibly can before waking up to the hangover they were bound to receive in the morning, doing things they never normally would do and breaking rules they oh-so-suddenly forgot existed, all on the mere chance of never meeting any of these tons of people ever again.

Of course, this didn't stop him from going to them. Davey didn't partake in anything, like the drinking or the rule breaking, or the shouting or having intercourse with random strangers--as if he weren't insecure enough. Besides, he was too young to drink any alcohol, and that's all they seemed to serve at these dumb places. Frankly, they bored him. As disbelieving as it may be for the enthusiastic, semi-hyperactive, loud-mouthed boy, he really didn't like big, people-filled places like this; with the exceptions of concerts, of course. Those were always the exception. But even those were different than all this nonsense. With concerts, he was the center of attention. With clubs, nobody knew anybody besides the people they brought, whom they only ended up losing within a few minutes anyway. Which, of course, always led to the awkward standing-to-the-side-in-the-emo-corner position.

"Hey, handsome," someone hiccuped to the right of him. Davey mentally hit himself and wished to be somewhere else, hoping this so-called 'high-class' chick was talking to someone else. He just had to look over, though, and meet her eyes, which just had to give her the idea that she could go on and pull on his shirt, yanking him rudely down to meet her face. "This place rocks, don't it?"

What an odd statement. "Uh. Yeah?" he answered pathetically. The girl laughed out loud, as if he told her the funniest joke in the world, before getting bored and leaving him there, feeling confused and more than a little agitated. That was the final straw. He was leaving. Davey left the oh-so-lovely Club Ice and made it thankfully out into the nice, cool air. It didn't take him long to hear familiar voices and catch on, happily so, to where his friends and bandmates were standing. He strolled up to them and put an arm around them both. "What? You two too big of losers to come inside and join the party?" he joked.

"Well, that's good." She smiled to Lina. Her eyes went to the new arrival, his approach was a bit surprising. She raised a single brow, viewing Liam as he oggled her and her best friends breasts. She lightly pushed his arm off of her and took a side slide to turn around and view them in her face instead of next to her. She wanted to keep a good eye on them. "My nights s'okay." She shrugged, her violet orbs wandering to the pulsing bodies that surrounded the band members. "Although until now, the company has sucked. I only get hit on, it seems, by the desperate or obsessive." She visibly shuddered thinking back to an hour prior to the chat she was having.

* ~ * ~

Otto's head hung lifelessly as she sat on the barstool. She looked asleep, perhaps dead, but if someone was to check her pulse they could feel the slow, unnatural thumping of her heart beat, just barely hanging on. Her head slowly lifted, a tap on her shoulder that was repetitive made her crawl from her dream world that she had made and return back to reality. Back to the hotel. More like a living Hell of memories and bad decisions. Her meth enfused brain made her eyes quite dialated, they were large thought, with great observance. Nothing could escape her drugged mind, it was as though every voice were directed at her, until the loudest one pulled her out of the growing fog that encircled her brain. "...huuhh?" She asked, her head rolling lazily around on her neck so she could fully view the source of annoyance. "Whad'ya want bud." She said, her silver eyes darted everywhere behind the male, trying to look everywhere but mee his eyes that were practically stripping her down to her slutty undergarments. "How about you and me take a ride in my Ferrari, huh, rockstar?" He asked, nudging her with an elbow since his hands were occupied by an alcoholic beverage. The stink of beer reeked and pulverized the drummer when he spoke and her backfire was unexpected by this man. "What? You don't like Johnny Pierce? No woman has ever denied me." He bellowed obnoxious laughter and Otter pushed past the overbearing man. "Well, there is a first for everything." He snatched her wrist, protesting some wasted nonsence as though it could get her to faithfully return to his side. "Otto-baby." He practically begged for her to come back. She snapped back with a wicked jab to his nose. "Don't touch me, number one. And two, I don't know you. You have zero rights to my nicknames. Friends ONLY!" She said, heading back off to the crowd.

* ~ * ~

"And what about your night? Fun filled and orgy-raged I presume." She stated, rolling her eyes. She turned on the ball of her right foot, looking over the thumping walls and brightly colored lights that would have sent anyone that was prone to having seizures to a hospital. "Maybe my entertainment is elsewhere." She mumbled to herself. Her brain was still racing from the Glass. She really had tried to quit, but the Monster called her name daily and she could not help but to feed her starving craving for her brain to be sky high.

Lina laughed as Liam looked at her breasts. She put one small hand to his face and pushed lightly, a smile on her face. Their names were alike, and they as people were alike. It was like they were from different places but shared the same personality. Her cloudy grey eyes scanned the crowd. There was a fog over everyone, a mix between smoke and a party fog. The electric lights spurred around on peoples faces, illuminating them. Green, red, blue, yellow, all different color lights hit Lina's eyes, making them seem almost electric. Some girl was walking by, offering a thick joint. Lina paused her and asked for it, reaching in her bra to grab a ten for the girl. She winked at her and dug in her bra for her lighter. Whenever she didn't have pockets, she put everything in her bra. She lit the joint and took a long drag, a smile falling across her face.

"Let's get fucked up." Lina suggested, looking at her two fellow band mates. She passed the joint to Otter, blowing the smoke out of her mouth in swirling, thick waves.

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Lina laid her head on the bar next to Otter's. The cool marble felt good against her face, and she was exhausted and felt as if her body was floating in mid air with her brain. She giggled like a little girl as a guy came up to her and sat next to her. She pulled her long pale legs up on his, and her dress rode rapidly up her thighs. She was too high to even notice. She felt his hands rubbing her thighs, and she kept giggling. She finally grabbed his hands and looked him dead in the eye, a knowing look.

"What's your name sweetheart?" The guy asked. She felt the vibrations of his voice in her chest.

"Leeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeennnnnnnnnnnnaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah." She said, dragging out her name. She lazily propped her head up on her hand, and her elbow rested on the bar.

"Come back to my hotel room." He said. It wasn't even a question. Lina lazily shook her head no, pointing to Otter.

"I can'ttttt, my friend is sleeping shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh." She said before another laugh shook her body. She pushed him off of her, and he gave up, looking for another high girl to take advantage of. Lina laid against Otter, dragging her fingers through her hair and laying her head on her shoulder.

"You dead?" Lina mumbled, her voice soft but gravely. She didn't wait for an answer before she stood up off the bar stool wobbling. She felt strong arms grab hers, and she looked up into the brightest blue eyes she had ever seen. The guy smiled down at her, helping her walk over to one of the private couches. When he sat down, Lina moved over and sat in his lap, resting her head on his shoulder and he patted her back and rocked her back and forth. She smiled and tightened her arms around his neck as he stood up and carried her through the crowd. She laughed and kept her head nuzzled in his neck as he took her back to his hotel room. Lina didn't even want to protest.

Rick shrugged at Santana. Looking across the street at the same hotel, the bassist felt what may have been a tiny pang of jealousy creep up his spinal column. He didn't know what Glamour Kills played, or who was in it, but he had heard the name tossed around the studios at Voltude Records. He knew that whatever they did, they were big-ticket players, and they made money and had shiny nice things. Rick didn't care much for money - as long as he paid his bills he was happy - but shiny nice things were a big deal for him. He liked shiny nice things.

When he had signed the deal with Voltude alongside the other members (registering the band under the name Thunder Turtle in a fit of mental brilliance), he had expected to get some of these shiny nice things under the label, and indeed he had. He had outfitted his apartment with shiny new ampy-things and bought a shiny slightly-less-than-new car thing, and was happy with that. But then he had heard about Glamour Kills, and it hit him that they had shinier things than him. Hence the pang of jealousy.

Now that they were here, in Detroit, showing their shiny nice things, he was inclined to show them that having shiny nice things didn't necessarily make them an awesome band, especially when the band showing them that had a name like Thunder Turtle.

It was then that Davey came out of the bar, accompanied by a rush of cold air. Rick turned towards Davey and inclined his head slightly. "In case you hadn't noticed," he said, with overtones of sarcasm, "I was in there. However," he added, making his hands shake for emphasis, "it's cold as balls in there and I didn't want to stay."

Santana glanced backwards as she heard approaching footsteps emanating from behind, relieved to see the approaching form of Davey Ardom, drummer of the aptly-named Thunder Turtle. He emerged from within the (similarly aptly named) Club Ice, all smiles, apparently having a great time. “What?” he said with a humourous smile across his face as he slinked his arms around Santana and Rick. “You two too big of losers to come join the party?” Rick replied with something about how cold it had been within the club, which made sense. It wouldn’t have been much of a ‘Club Ice’ if it wasn’t going to be ridiculously freezing in it as well.

For her part, Santana merely shrugged and said, “I am not one for the nightclub scene, as you know.” She paused for a second before adding, “And all the cars and people aside, it is a good night.” I would not want to let it go to waste by spending it a bar. The guitarist cast another glance around, keeping an eye out for the still-absent Akiharu. Santana had assumed the vocalist was inside with Davey; perhaps she had stayed within the club to drink in solitude, or simply to mill around on her own for a while. There was no question that if she did appear, she would definitely stand out, if not for her hair, than for the outfits she wore. Santana had at first been skeptical upon auditioning for Thunder Turtle, not sure what to expect in a band whose vocalist mirrored the goth/lolita scene from Japan that had gained so much infamy over the years—but she was happy to find her misgivings were baseless, as Akiharu turned out to be one of the best contemporary vocalists Santana had ever met.

The guitarist turned her thoughts from the still-missing vocalist, remembering suddenly that the band had a gig lined up soon. At least the arrival of Glamour Kills didn’t meant the smaller, local bands would be unable to land a gig.

((Maybe Glamour Kills could turn out to be opening the performance..I dunno, I'm trying to get a way for the two bands to meet XD))

Otter giggled furiously at Lina when she mentioned getting throwed. Hell, she was already there and then some, but there never seemed to be a limit for the spastic drummer. She eagerly grasped the joint and took a few long and greedy hits before returning it to the owner. She made up her mind and headed to the bar. She showed the bartender her fake idea and was given two whisky sours. "Thanks." She winked at him and for the rest of the night he didn't take his eyes off of her. Big mistake on her part, but when she was flying high like this, she was nicer to everyone and willing to do basically anything.

She downed her drink, gulping it like a pro. She was so used to drinking, the burning sensation in her throat was welcomed. After three drinks her head slammed into the counter, almost hard enough to crack her skull but she felt barely any pain. Her eyes were closed and her hair was all over the place. Her mind was racing, though, speeding of thoughts and needs. When she did meth, she was always eager for any male that she found attractive. She wanted another hit. Now. She picked up her drugged head, eyeing her friend stumble away with some random dude. She shrugged and escaped to the bathroom. She unscrewed one of the lightbulbs and quickly made a ghetto pipe. She hurried into a stall and whipped out her little baggy already crushed and a lighter then loaded a single hit and took it. She took a deep breath after letting it out, her body immediately reacting to the substance. She felt tingy and light. Pure happieness. She walked out of the bathroom, a bit clumsy herself and she fell right into Liam's arms, her high eyes looked up at him and a lazy grin formed on her face. "Myee badd duuude." She laughed slightly and attempted to stand, but just fell bak again, her weight on the singer, although it was not much. 

Liam took more than a few hits from the joint, why wouldn't he. Pot was harmless after all and it always managed to make him feel a lot better, the only downsides were that it gave him massive munchies, that could always help him to bulk up his scrawny body, and made him horny as all hell; which wasn't much of an improvement from his normal self. But he passed around the joint, watching as Lina left with some guy. He smirked, knowing the guy was about to get lucky and couldn't help as his eyes trailed after her as she left. He didn't quite blame himself either, with a body like hers, it would be a shame not to stare. But he also wanted to tell her to be safe but he argued with himself that she was a big girl and more than capable to take care of herself. Besides, if she really got in troublw, he would be there to bust any bastards head in, his band was like his family to him, a family that he actually loved.

His eyes trailed Otters retreating form as she went somewhere else and ge watched her go for the same reason as Lina, it seemed like an obvious pattern with rockers. He grinned and turned back around and got some more pot off of the guy, rolling himself another joint and quickly lit it with his lighter, wondering why the hotel handn't kicked them out yet. It was difficult to tell from in the dark bar, obviously, but it was wonder that no one really caught them in the classy hotel, their bar was just as classy.

Liam just shrugged it off, not really caring. He whipped his hair out of his eyes and took another long haul, holding it in his lungs for a moment before exhaling. He looked up, finishing the joint himself quickly. wondering exactly where Otter had dissapeared. He got off of the chair he had been sitting at, making sure to grab a beer before making his way from where he last saw Otter. He found himself standing in front of the girls bathroom and stood there nervously, not knowing what to do, should he knock, just stay there or go in?

Thankfully, the question was answered for him as she stumbled out and right into him, reeking of her lastest drugs. Liam grinned, finishing his drink off and then placing it on the floor, careful to support all of her weight. Of course, being a deal taller than she was, he took the chance to peek down her chest once more to peek at her cleavage and he grinned, knowing he had hit the jackpot-flirting was always fun.

"Otteeeeeeeeeer," He said, drawing her name out for the sole fact that it sounded better on his tongue. His situation down in his pants didn't help much with the fact that she was up against him and he would need to find another girl at the bar and get brought back to her room, hopefully one that knew what she was doing. "What did you do in there?" He asked, quirking his brow. He pretened to be strict and serious, almost like he was scolding her, but couldn't keep the act up. chuckling soon after. "I'm just kiddiiiiiiiiin, got any for me?" He asked happily, knowing in the back of his mind that he shouldn't because of the gig he had tomorrow but not caring in the front of it.

Otter gave a drowsy looking lopsided smile. Her large feet were tripping over themselves in her combat boots. The glass was making her more awkward. She was unable to hold herself in an upright position for her life so she continued to helplessly lean against Liam. "Iiiiiieeeeyuuuh, I just took a hit ovvvum crack. If your into that." She tried to stray away from him, realizing what a mistake she was making, she slid back into his arms, her silver globes raising to look at him. "So, uuuhhh, is there any place you know to sit? I could uza bed, or just to get these shoes off, they are a hastle. Making me fall over." She mumbled, her head burrowing into his chest. Her eyes were closed, but there was no way that she could sleep at any time, she no longer felt the bud, she only felt the incredible high from inside of the bathroom. She held tightly to his hand as she made her way away from the facilities, going towards the elevator. 

Lina sat in the guys lap, whose name she found to be Ronnie. She kissed his lips none to sweetly, her skinny, long fingers twined in his hair. His hands were wrapped around her skinny waist, dipping down to her butt. Lina laughed quietly to herself; his face was twisted between concentration and trying to kiss her. He opened his bright eyes and looked at her, a smile on his face.

"What? What is it?" He asked as her laughs became uncontrallble. Then his face changed into a hard angry mask, but Lina didn't look up and notice as she kept laughing. He threw her off him and leaned over her, smacking her face hard. Lina's hand flew up to her face as she kicked him in the balls, jumping up off the floor and running out as fast as she could. Tears streamed down over her electric red cheeks. She walked blindly, before she bumped into Liam and Otter. Her hand was still holding her face, before she dropped her hand and showed her red cheek to them. She wiped her black eyes before sniffing and trying to play it off.

"Fucking bastard." She said angrily, trying not to flinch at the pain when she talked. She looked like a complete rebel child. Her dress was ridden up her legs, her neckline lower, both caused by the prick Ronnie. Her hair was long and black.

Liam enjoyed the feel of Otter against his body and he groaned, walking forward with her against him with a large grin on his face. Indecent thoughts popped into his mind and he groaned,become increasingly aware that it was Otter he was having such thoughts of. Although they really didn't last for long because a very distraught Lina bumped into both of them and he grabbed her arm before she would tip over, warily eyeing the shoes that she wore that worked wonders for her legs . . .

He shook his head, trying to concentrate on the situation at hand, Otter seemed slightly suprised, but then again, so was he. He saw the streaked mascara running down Lina's face and one cheek that seemed practically bright red, a much needed beacon to his cloudy mind that seemed to clear it in instants flat. He looked down at her dressed that seemed misplaced in all of the wrong places, or right, depending on who you asked, and he felt his mind cloud with anger that was so uncommon to him. His bandmates were like family to him . . . well, not exactly family because that would mean they two were off limits for looking, and that defniately wouldn't make Liam a happy boy.

His ears picked up what she said and suddenly his anger ascended and he looked down the hall from where Lina had come. He placed Otter right beside Lina, making the two were standing upright before her found himself looking for the guy he had seen Lina leave with, something that wasn't difficult considering how strikingly he seemed to remember him at the moment. And it took not time at all because he was storming right up in the hall. Liam peeked back, wishing that Otter and Lina didn't have to watch the fight but he wasn't about to relocate it and give the guy time to leave, he was too pissed.

"Bitch." He heard the guy mutter angrily under his breath and Liam felt his arm tense for a milisecond before he threw it back and pucnhed the guy in the face. He heard a strange cracking sound from both him and the guy before the guy fell to his knees, blood gushing from his nose. The blood only seemed to highten his bloodlust and Liam punched the guy again on the side of his head, watching in content as he feel to the ground, curling in on himself. He kicked the guy and grinned, kicking him once in the stomach before he turned back to notice Lina and Otter, his anger suddenlt diminished. He had more important things to do, like take care of the two girls that now only stood a distance away.

He sighed and looked down on the pitiful figure on the ground, he would be fine. He had had worse than the guy now, it would take a while for the bruises to leave him and his nose to heal but Liam left him with nothing permanent. Although looking down at his hand, he saw his knuckles quickly swelling and turning a soft misture of blue and purple and he signed, the last thing he really needed was broken knuckles on the hand he held his mike with. Although he put that to the back of his mind.

"Are you okay Lina? You guys need to rest in my room?" He asked the two of them for very different reasons. The night was rather finished and he assumed that Lina would prefer sleeping in a room where she wouldn't have to sleep by herself, if only to comfort herself in company. He didn't want that asshole trying to find her room either and was hoping that she would stay with him so he could look after her. And then Otter . . . well, he really didn't want her alone right now either. With her judgement clouded with all of those drugs, drugs that Liam was about to do just before, he didn't want her on her own. He sighed, wondering how he had all of a sudden turned into a babysitter, it was extremely uncharacteristic of him.

Lina watched as Liam walked over to Ronnie with no hesitation. She started to grab for his jacket, to pull him back, but he slipped out of her fingers. She watched as Ronnie's eyes met hers, and her blood froze for a second. She saw his lips move into what looked like 'Bitch', and Lina shrunk back a little, frightened. Clearly, Liam had heard what Ronnie said, and socked him in the face, hard. Lina stood looking on, her eyes wide and her mouth open in shock. She watched as he punched Ronnie once again, and then kicked him twice in the stomach. A smile spread on Lina's lips, she knew that Liam would always be there to look out for them. Once Liam came back, she gave him a big, tight hug and kissed his cheek smiling.

"Thank you. I owe you one." She said, pulling away and winking quickly, a habit she usually did. She then looked down at her shoes, but she saw Liam's hand which was already swelling and bruising. She quickly picked it up in her own, flipping it over to inspect how much damage the asshole did. She touched it lightly, knowing it was probably still sore and sensitive. She then took his other hand, and motioned for Otter to follow them.

"Come on, I'll get you some ice." She said, pulling the two behind her to the bar. She noticed the bartender was busy flirting with one of her customers, so Lina snuck past her to the back room. Once the three were in there, she shut the door behind her. There were no lights on, but she felt around for the freezer. Once she found it, she yanked open the door and grabbed a couple pieces of ice. The light from the freezer illuminated her bright eyes and the rest of the room, so she grabbed two scott towels and wrapped the ice in them. She then walked over to Liam, still using the freezer light, and gently pressed it against his hand.

"Better?" She asked, looking up at him smiling. Her low amount of sleep was just starting to catch up to her, and her eyes dropped slowly before snapping back open at the sound of the door to the room opening. Lina quickly crouched low, still holding Liam and Otter's hand, bringing them down with her.

"Follow me." She whispered to them as she crawled slowly toward the back exit, Liam trailing her and Otter right behind him. Her dress didn't cover as much as it should have, thanks to the crawling. And, to make the situation even better, the person flicked the lights on. Lina crawled quicker, before finally reaching the back door. She reached up slowly to twist the handle, and ushered Liam and Otter out of the room. She quietly shut the door behind them, leaned against it, and laughed a little. She sighed and put her legs across Liam's lap, her head flopping to the side as she looked at him.

"You still have your ice pack?" She asked, trying to pull her dress back down over her hips, but not really caring. The dress would probably be incognito by tomorrow morning.

Finally, out from the ice-cold atmosphere of Club Ice emerged the final member of Thunder Turtle; as she pushed the door open and exited, one could hear a raucous din within the club, significantly louder than it had been previously. After her followed a well-muscled bouncer with a suspicious expression of vigilance, standing outside the door until she disappeared from sight, as if to make sure she didn’t just turn back and walk back into the club.

The unusual manner of her exiting the bar was in no way helped by the fact that Wu was currently covered in scrapes and bruises, most covered by the leather jacket she had removed for the fight, but also a few focused on her face. I don’t get why I am the one getting ‘ejected from the premises’, Wu thought to herself bitterly. That drunk asshole started the whole thing when he thought he could just come up, grab my ass, and invite me to ‘have some fun’… She hadn’t expected the drunk idiot to actually fight back when Wu had smacked him across the face with the back of her hand, but…let’s just say things went rather downhill from there. More so for the drunk asshole than for Wu.

Soon she was approaching the three familiar figures that stood on the sidewalk, talking. “Having fun out here this fine night, are we?”

Otter was about to mention something about the clothing on her and how it somehow made her feel heavier. Especially her shoes and she was having trouble walking. Her feet were practically dragging on the floor. "I wanna get outta these damned clothes." She muttered to herself as Lina walked up. 

The red mark on her face cleared her clouded mind momentarily and she was so pumped to go fight the person herself but Liam beat her to it. That was better anyways, her drunk and high as a kite mind wouldn't have been able to even hit the guy hard enough without hurting herself or getting herself into more trouble then had already been started. Watching him punch the dude made her jolt for him in the affections department. 

Yeah, she had always left open Liam for a boyfriend, but neither of them were really the relationship type. It would take alot for them to actually have the tollerance to settle down with one another. However, with her brain practically frying from drugs she knew she wanted to score him again. Tonight. 

As he made ha way back over she glanced at his hand as Lina examined it. "Ooo, big tough guy, huh?" She asked, falling into his arms. She played a drunk well, but the clumsyness factor was not faked, however. "That's pretty hot." She mumbled, following the two out back after getting ice. She plopped down on the other side of Liam, letting Lina's long legs prop on her as well. 

Their legs were touching and she lay her head on his shoulder, trying to steady her dizzyed head. "Whoa. A bit too much to drink tonight." She admitted, picking her head up off of him momentarily to hold her throbbing head. When the pain ceased enough to be ignorable she turned her attention back to Liam. She didn't so much care about his reaction to her as she zoomed in to meet his lips. She knew he would never pull away, not from her. She was Otter for God's sakes. As they kissed she worked their lips to seperate as her tongue slithered into his mouth. "Mmmm." She moaned lightly, laying back and him following her lowering body. "You taste good." She commented, their faces only an inch or so away and she did not hesitate to fully kiss him again, her arms locked around his neck.

Rick continued looking at the hotel across the street, frowning slightly. He realized that his car may have actually been parked in the lot over there, but had no volition to go get it at present. So for the moment he kind of just stood there, staring across the street into the parking lot.

When Wu suddenly appeared near the group outside, Rick merely shrugged and looked over at her. He smiled a bit when he noticed that there was some scraping and bruising around her face, then turned towards her fully. "By the looks of it," he said, "You've been having more fun in there than we were." He shrugged. "Nah, me and Santana have been kind of standing here and talking. Nothing big."

He jerked his head over towards the hotel across the street. "Big-label band over there tonight."

Liam groaned as he felt Lina push herself up against him for a hug, driving him suddenly mad. He needed to get these two somewhere where he wouldn't have to watch over them and he would be assured of their safety. He muttered something with the promise of her returning the favour, something that he would probably never ask of her. Although he gave her a slight smile and nodded out of courtesy, not wanting to upset her in her drunken state. She peeked down and noticed his probably broken knuckles and Otter through herself at him, mentioning at how he had been hot beating up the guy. Unfortunately for him, he groaned for the second time in around a minute, the two of them driving him absolutely mad. He really needed to get laid . . . again. And preferably not with any of them, they were his best friends practically for Christ sakes. He had the sudden thought that he was not fucked up enough for all of this yet and he agreed with his thought, wanting to fix that problem.

He suddenly felt himself being dragged by Lina and a smirk quirked at his lips as she put herself in charge of trying to find some ice to fix his knuckles. He glanced at the two of them, still wondering how they managed to walk around on their towering heels. It didn't make sense to him why girls wore them but he didn't mind it when they did, it always made their legs look hot, it was fool proof. He ducked into the back with Lina and Otter, watching as she quickly got him some ice and pressed it on his hands and he grinned at her words, although was it just him or did the words sound extremely flirtatious. "A lot better, thanks Lina, you're my saviour," He commented, trying to make the girl happy in her state, although he did really mean them.

Although he soon found himself crawling out of the room and grinned as he found two half emptied bottles of whiskey, grabbing the two of them and tucking them under hit arms as he continued crawling, enjoying the view a lot more than he should have. Once they got outside her leaned against the wall, glad for the fresh air, hoping that it was helping the other clear their head a bit. He took a quick chug of the first bottle of the whiskey as he got sandwiched between the two of them, Lina putting her legs across his lap, in which he had to shift himself to make his problem disappear within the confines of his pants for now, Otter not helping as she added another pair of legs against his body and put her head near his. He sighed, looking out across the alley, suspecting he saw a few people outside of club ice, a club he rather enjoyed to visit sometimes.

But his thoughts were cut off from there as he felt Otters lips on his own, taking no hesitation in kidding her back. It was like his brain shut off and common sense just left him, suddenly not caring that it was his bandmate he was kissing with Lina litterly right beside him. She put her tongue in his mouth and she lied down, Liam taking no time in going beside her. He quickly fixed the problem with her tongue in his mouth as he quickly took over, instead putting his in her mouth with and felt a lot better. He felt his hands go up to her breasts where he cupped them and felt his problem get a hell of a lot worse.

And then all of his common sense came flying back into his mind with intensity. That was OTTER he was kissing, with Lina right beside them. It wasn't a good predicament he was finding himself in and felt commitment issues start to swarm his mind. If they had sex tonight she would want a relationship, something that Liam had no want for. In fact, he made it known that he wanted nothing close to a relationship, he hated them. And he wouldn't be able to live with himself if Otter expected something to happen between them after they had sex, he wouldn't tear the band up with something as stupid as that. He picked her back up, balancing her against the wall right beside Lina as he stood, stretching his back.

"I should probably bring you guys back to your rooms, you're both pretty fucked up," He told them lamely, taking another long chug of the whiskey he had stolen. He knew it was pretty stupid of him considering he had a show tomorrow and shouldn't be risking to mess his vocal chords up with something as stupid as alcohol but right now he felt like he really needed those booze. He sighed and turned to both of them. "Would you guys feel better sleeping in my room tonight? You can both get a bed and I'll sleep on the floor or something, okay?" He offered up, knowing full well that after he would send them to sleep he would come back down, pick up someone else and then return to his room much later.

If her mouth had not been entirely busy on his, she would have moaned again. His crushing force was litterally a turn on. The way his tongue expertly moved with hers made her want him even more. Then he pulled away.

She couldn't help but pout. All she wanted in this moment was a good fuck, and the way he dismissed her made her feel unworthy. Especially in her state, she had no idea why he didn't want her, he was a dude, and she was a good looking girl, what was not to like?

Her lower lip protruded a bit, absently as she mumbled. "Yeah, I don't mind getting a room here, at least, not with you two." Her eyes didn't meet theirs, she was simply embarrased that he had denied her, basically. Or at least that was what it was in her mind. Utter rejection.