Snippet #2498043

"I want to visit Alaska sometime." Zack said and nodded, glancing to his left at Kasei. He knew it was cold and possibly harsh, but he'd heard that it was beautiful as well. If he could find somewhere nice in Alaska. Somewhere remote and quiet, preferably outside of town, he'd go. "I'm just afraid that someone like me, having lived in California all my life I might die from the cold instantly." He said the last part with a smile and a shrug. He wasn't sure what he was going to do after the tour ended, and in all honesty he didn't have the room in his head to think about it right now. There had been all that with Tyler and the police hadn't caught him yet. His arm was aching after each show and they were wrapping up the tour. Zack clenched his fingers a few times and then stretched them out to find his hand shaking. The strain he'd put on his shoulder today made his muscles tired and that caused his hand to shake. At least it wasn't bleeding anymore. It had been reckless of him to go on and play almost immediately after he'd been let out of hospital, but Zack had refused to let the tour stop. "Do you want to get something to eat?" He took a small step toward Kasei, tilting his head and looked at her. "I don't know about you, but I'm absolutely starving."


She was looking over at the few guys who were staring at her and sighed lightly. They didn't care about getting caught in the act, which let her to believe that they were either drunk or just rude as hell. Sam turned her focus back to Jukka as he talked and smiled brightly at what he said. "Aaw." She let out, biting her lip. "I thought long legs, blonde hair and big breasts are what most guys go for? I have neither." Sam chuckled and shrugged.
When Jukka looked over at Tanner, her eyes followed. True, Jukka's last name wasn't the hardest thing to pronounce, but still. It was hard to wrap your tongue around these strange new words. She raised an eyebrow and looked back at the guitarist in front of her. "What's his last name?" She asked, preparing to pay close attention.

"Oh, dear Kit. I'm on my feet now and offered to go dance with you. Don't hesitate." The bassist said and laughed. Dancing wasn't his favorite thing in the world, to say the least. He had found that it was nice to dance with Kit though. She didn't laugh at him and she was nice. He knew her. Dancing wasn't as bad as he remembered. "Come on, let's dance." Victor seized her by the wrist and headed towards the dance floor. "I'm not as drunk as last time we danced, so now I might have a clue about what I'm doing." He said with another smile.

"As far as we know, he fucking hates dancing." Aaron said to Jukka, laughing. The two Asphyxia members turned their heads and looked at their friend, finding it funny how he was actually going to go dance. "I guess people change." Aaron added, still smirking. "But that doesn't mean we can't tease him like hell when he's done."