Kasper had been at Toby's house for the duration of their relationship, only leaving for band practice and to pack his meager selection of loose white tees and skinny jeans for tour. It hadn't been like Toby was grilling him for information, though that was probably because his mouth had been too busy doing other things. So last night when his google calendar pinged him a reminder for their flight information and Toby had seen, the conversation hadn't gone well. He may have made plans with the guy for the following week, he may have promised to be his date to a wedding in two. Kasper'd tried to explain that he'd just been wrapped up in how well they fit together and had forgotten that he'd be gone on a European tour for the remainder of the summer- the whole conversation had resulted in him standing mostly naked outside a slamming apartment door with his clothes and boots in his hands.
He'd handled that by going to the closest dive bar, getting shit face drunk, and jerking off the hottest blonde he could find in the graffiti-covered bathroom. He remembered making promises in hushed tones into a sweaty neck, he remembered saying his number somewhat correctly, and he remembered deciding that he should walk home instead of calling an Lyft. Usually, shitty nights like that resulted in him crawling into one of his bandmate's rooms, either vying for a warm body to grab onto or at least the floor next to one. Instead, he'd fallen face-first on the couch and crashed hard.
Kasper woke up to a welcome weight and hot breath on his neck, the groan that escaped him blooming from his instant killer hangover. Stevie was whispering something about overdosing, or at least a bed to do that in and Kasper's head hurt so much he didn't hate the idea. As a reply Kasper pulled Stevie in front of him and rotated against the back of the couch, hiding his face between thin shoulder blades and mumbling something about a raging lesbian bull in the room.
Said bull was loudly complaining about shit he didn't have the mental bandwidth for- no one here ever pretended to have the ability to control Eoin and he didn't know why they were surprised by the shit he pulled. Erin quieted down after that, or the pulsing in Kasper's ears from his headache was too loud for him to hear her over. Either way, Stevie wasn't moving from the spot he'd been forced into and that was really all Kas cared about at the moment. He was sort of serving like a heat pack to a body that felt pummeled inside and out- but Stevie was pretty used to Kasper's clingyness when he looked and smelled like he'd bathed in whiskey.
He must have fallen asleep cause next thing he knew was the sweet, delicious smell of grease and noodles and heaven. Erin was already out of the room by the time he'd managed his eyes open, but still called out a "I'll love you forever" anyway. She knew, he wasn't worried. Most mornings her boys weren't even functional till she wisped in and magicked the coffee into being.
Stevie was already breaking his cheap chopsticks in half, the chinese food in front of them making Kasper want to throw up and eat the entire bag at once. Kas grabbed his own utensils and twirled the biggest messy bite out othe nearest takeout container, still reclined back against his couch sanctuary as he shoveled the noodles into his mouth.
The food was what he needed. Maybe also a PBR to quell the headache, but for now this would do.
"So... Eoin took off?" He mumbled around another bite, "You guys actin' like that's a shock. He'll probably show up at the airport irritated that you guys are freaking out or some shit. Or maybe he's dead in a ditch somewhere" Kasper adjusted his spot on the couch, sitting up so he could be closer to the takeout and therefore could more efficiently shovel food into his mouth.
"Toby broke up with me" He announced morosely, his tone signaling that Kasper thought that was much worse than their singer disappearing right before a huge tour, "I forgot to tell him we were leaving I guess. But, you know, we probably work if he'd tried"
Stevie had a mouthfull of food when Kas looked up at him for a reply. The bassist cast him a look, snorted, and swallowed his mouthful of noodles. "Sure Kas. If Toby tried"
Kasper glared back at him as he slurped a noodle into his mouth, "Listen no one ever faults me for not trying. Its probably better im single for Europe anyway so I guess fuck it"
"Sooooo, should I start calling hospitals are somethin'? Give the police his description in case a body turns up?"