A sleazy town in Detroit, Michigan.

Mackenzie sat at the bar of a local dance club, sipping quietly on her drink as bodies shimmied and gyrated on the dancefloor, illuminated by flashing and colorful lights. Her green eyes scanned the crowd, searching for any familiar faces that might have gotten there early. Her band was supposed to meet at the bar around nine or so... But Mackenzie got there at eight-forty-five for good measure. She took another drink and sat it back down on the table. She brushed a lock of blonde hair out of her face.

"Are you old enough to be drinking?" The bartender asked, curiously.

She looked up to him and smirked. "I've already taken a few drinks and you're asking me this now? If I say no, do you want to be held responsible for serving alcohol to a minor?"

The guy then shrugged and backed off. Retreating to attend to another customer.

Mackenzie turned her attention to the doorway. Music pulsed through there as well. Across the street, in one of the ballrooms of a large hotel, a huge party was being held by Smash Records in honor of one of their top bands' newest CD release. The large scale bash seemed to be almost in competition with the tiny dance club.

She raised her glass to her lips as she continued to stare at the doorway. "Wonder when they'll get here..." she thought.

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 let the cigarette butt fall to the concrete sidewalk so she could put it out with her combat boot. She stretched, her arms raised above her head and her back bending backwards causing it to pop in numerous places. She smiled triumphantly and headed back into the ballroom, glad to get back to the action. 

The place was basically packed with people. From wall to wall bodies moved and paused together, almost always in motion to the music blaring around her. She raised her head, looking over the crowd for their band's singer. 

Coco lingers outside the tiny dance club where she's to meet the rest of her band to discuss their upcoming debut. She takes a long, grateful draw from a Marlboro cigarette, and watches the comings and goings of the much bigger venue across the street; Sex Bob-Omb are celebrating the release of their new album and she can hear the music from all the way across the street.

Otter Morris, the tiny, waif of a girl who occupies her position - as the drummer - in the other band is standing opposite, also smoking. She inwardly rolls her eyes; there's a long standing bitterness between the two bands.

She brushes past the bouncer - an casual friend of hers - with a grin and glances around the crowded club to find the others. Mackenzie is perched on a bar stool, sipping a drink. She heads over and takes a seat beside the bassist, gesturing for the bartender to bring her a drink.

"Where are Gabriel and Jax?" She asks slowly - Coco speaks in loud, rapid French, but her English is still slow and laborious.

Sung Min paced himself back stage, his hands twitched eagerly each step he took. It was almost time for Sex Bob-Ombs to take their place on stage and the bassist was nervous. It was odd how a boy who's made the stage his second home can still her butterflies in his stomach. He pulled out a box from his back pocket, the label had Korean character's printed on it if translated it would read Pepero. Each artist had their own way of calming before a show; some would have a drink or two, others would smoke to help their mind stay at peace and still others, would even run around just to release the tension. For the young bassist there was only one way to calm himself, eating some of his favorite snacks, in this case Pepero. It was an expensive habit, his only favorite foods are those from his home land, it was easier ordering them online than searching for them in the stores. He opened the box and pulled out two of the chocolate dipped biscuits and popped them into his mouth. He began to wonder where the other's were. He frowned as he kept on nibbling on the chocolate sweet as he worriedly. "Those better not be lost..." He sighed angrily as he brought out his phone, he then typed a personal strong worded text message to all of the members, each with it's own unique and creative insults.

Gabriel's running late, as per usual. He's supposed to meet the rest of the band at nine, but it's ten past, already. He half runs around the corner and down the street, to the little club where the others will be waiting. The bouncer asks to see his ID and Gabe sighs - he never asks to see girls' ID, even when they're clearly underage! - digging around in his coat pockets, pulling out half-empty packets of cigaretts, old bus passes and broken lighters before emerging with his ID card and flashing it at the bouncer.

Coco and Mackenzie are already waiting by the bar, but Jax is nowehere to be seen - he's glad he's not the latest to arrive. "Hey." he greets them both, taking a seat on a bar stool beside them.

"Found Gabe," Mackenzie says with a smile, turning to Coco. She leans back and sighs. "Only one more person before we can get this thing rolling... I'm so excited. Can you guys believe it? We're finally going to debut!" Another long sigh. "Yeap, this is completely awesome. Hey," she waves over the bartender as he brings Coco her drink, "can I get another glass please? Get one for my friend Gabe here too."

She smiles, a little tipsy after waiting so long at the bar, but then she scrunches up her nose. "You've been smoking, haven't you Coco? Oh, did you happen to get a good look at what was going on across the street while you were out there? See anyone interesting?"

"Hello, Gabe." Lux greets their guitarist with a kiss on the cheek, lowering her voice to say, "I think Kenzie is drunk." and shoots the younger girl an endearing look - Mackenzie is probably their most excitable member.

The barman returns with her drink - a poisonous looking, green concoction in a tall glass - and she hands him a couple of coins, waving her hand for him to keep the change. Mackenzie demands another drink - though, perhaps she's had enough, they have things of importance to discuss, after all - and one for Gabriel, too.

"Yes, I saw Otter Morris, across the street." Her face darkens a little at the mention of the other band, "Poorly dressed, as usual." She adds, feeling particularly catty tonight; it was just so like the Sex Bob-ombs to schedule a party on the same night they celebrate their debut.

Bobby kisses Coco's cheek in return and glances at Mackenzie - the drummer is right, she looks a little drunk. "You ok, Mackenzie?"

He orders a bottle of Budweiser and takes it from the bartender with a nod of thanks. He takes a swig before turning back to his band mates, "Is Jax here, yet?" he asks, looking around for their singer, "We need to start getting everything sorted for the debut."

"Which one's Otter?" he asks when Coco mentions that she'd seen a member of their rival band hanging about across the road.

Lina walked in the club, pushing past a few people in a not-so-nicely way. She made her way over to the bar, and ordered 5 shots for her and everyone else in the band. She walked over to them, her light eyes scanning the crowd quickly before settling on the tops of their heads. She handed the each a shot before taking an extra one for herself and throwing her head back and laughing.

"What's up with the sour looks?" She asked them, scanning the rest of the crowd before noticing their rival band. Her light eyes narrowed into slits, but she turned away from them quickly. "Hey, we're here to drink, have fun, party, and that's it. Forget all that other bullshit that's going on between us and them. We will fry them at the Battle." Lina said smiling, and propping her black sunglasses on the top of her long, black and brown locks.

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Otter grumbled some explicitry not finding Johnny in the over populated room. She huffed, pulling her leather jacket tighter around her purple corset. She turned sharply on heel, making a complete one-eighty, now her gaze on the bar. From this line of view she spied Lina, the guitarist, as well as one of her closest friends. She smirked, stuffing her hands into her pockets, but letting her thumbs curl around the top as she made her way over to the table. 
Otto grinned seeing the shots of alcohol on the table. She threw one in the back of her throat, swallowing the burning liquid. She smiled at the familiar warmth in her chest and she took a seat, crossing one leg over the other. It would have been delicate except for the giant shoe she was wearing that levitated inches from the ground. 
What's up? I haven't seen Mr. Price anywhere. Do ya think he'd care if I downed his drink?" She asked lazily, her silver eyes on the booze. She didn't wait for an answer and drank the other one as well. She sighed and rested her head in her hands, her elbows in the air as she leaned back in her chair.
Otter couldn't decide if she would rather get another drink or to pop a candy. She lowered her arms, one hand holding her elbow while the other was propped up to tap her chin while she contemplated. She decided that she wasn't going to drink anymore. "Do you wanna get up?" She questioned Lina insisting a bit for her to get high with her.