Snippet #1903801

His car rolled up in front of the luxurious hotel they were to stay in, and out stepped Zack Vayne with his Aviators and v-neck t-shirt along with a pair of black jeans. He pulled out his bags and let them sit on the pavement, stretching out after a long drive. "Hoooly crap." he moaned, yawning. Then he locked the car and picked up his things. The others would probably be arriving soon. Their tour bus would meet up with them when they headed for the first show.
"You slacker!" a voice called behind him and as he turned around, Zack saw the smiling face of his drummer, James. "Screw you, that was a long drive." he replied and shook his hand. The pair of them proceeded to carry their things towards the hotel and check in. They passed the pool on the way, and of course, Zack had to have a look around. He'd give anything to dive into the water and let his body be cooled off. Even though he'd had a few bad experiences with swimming pools, due to the tattoos he had and the reactions of mothers being over protective. Though you might not be able to see it, Zack liked children. In the good way.

His face was always serious. Almost. He spotted a few people in the water, and some around it on the lawn chairs. When he came to a certain person though, his face changed. He didn't smile though, but his eyes lingered on her for a second. She was wearing a red bikini top and black bottoms. The tattoos. Oh god, the tattoos. his mind went, and Zack managed to shake his head slightly, to regain his focus and composure.
The two Asphyxia members stepped inside and walked towards the reception. "Hey dude..." James said when the clerk was typing in all the information to the computer. "Wasn't that the members from.. Uh." he closed his eyes to remember. "What is it... Ranger!" Zack raised an eyebrow. He didn't really know much about the other bands on this tour. Sure, he knew their music but not really the musicians. "I'm not really sure. Maybe." he replied and looked bak at his friend. Of all the members in his band, James was the one Zack trusted the most. Though Asphyxia took pride in saying that their band was made up of close friends. And it really was. Which was partially why it worked out so well for them. "Here you go sir," the lady behind the counter said and passed them some papers and their keys. "Thanks dear," James said and they strolled off.
"Ooh, single rooms?" Zack tilted his head and shrugged. He'd half-expected them to share. Once they had unpacked the small amount of stuff they needed, James came to his room and leaned against the wall. "Dude, I'm dying for a swim. Wanna join? The other two can come along when they get here." Zack shrugged and sighed. "I'll go with you down there, I want a drink."
James took his friend upon his word, and they headed off after he'd changed. Zack was still wearing flip flops and his v-neck, though he had gone from the jeans to a pair of dark blue shorts.
The two of them stepped through the doors again, and Zack headed straight for the outside bar as his singer threw himself in the water. "Screwdriver, please." he said and pushed the Aviators further up on his nose. He paid the bartender and spun around to take a seat near the edge of the water, so he could talk to his friend. "Zack! This is amazing!" James said and whipped his hair back. "I bet, but see this?" he said and raised his glass. "This is equally amazing."