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Izzie Martinez

"Ah fuck, it's you again."

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a character in “Living in the Limelight”, originally authored by Iye Khara, as played by RolePlayGateway

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Technical brutal death metal band reminiscent of Suffocation and Cryptopsy. Led by a certified psychotic. Everybody is an alcoholic.

Description

Name: Her birth name is Isabella Ana-Maria Martinez de la Cruz. Needless to say, this is something like ten names too fuckin' many, and who the hell wants a fuckin' 'de la' in their name? In point of fact, you know someone's a pompous ass when they've got a 'de' right there in their goddamn name. But at the very least she can be grateful that nobody needs to know any of that, 'cause for the past twenty years, she's just been 'Izzie Martinez', and that's all anybody knows her name is. All anybody needs to know her name is.

Age/Birthdate: Born October 13, 1973 and therefore thirty nine years old, Izzie's...er, 'been around the bend' a few times, so to speak, at least with regards to how much older she is than a lot of musicians in the 'newer' bands on the metal scene-- even though she's been an active participant in it for more than twenty years. It ain't exactly hidden neither-- lines crease her face and her mouth, and it seems some grey is already beginning to emerge amidst the blackness of her hair. Her body itself, however, is still in its prime. And when I say that I definitely don't mean she's still got a sexy curvy body-- she sure as hell doesn't, and probably never did...

Appearance:

No, when I say she's still in her prime physically, I mean she's built like the hypothetical lovechild of Captain America and The Hulk (at least, according to Cormy-- Izzie frankly has no fucking clue what either of those are). After all, Colombians as a rule are not known for being particular tall-- but it seems just not giving a fuck was built right into Izzie's genes, 'cause that didn't stop her sproutin' up 'til she hit six feet and a little more than seven inches. She's always had a proclivity towards height, had it even back when she was a kid and folks would make fun of her like it was a bad thing-- what a fuckin' joke. She loves it. Bein' that tall is fuckin' great, even though Izzie still manages to be disappointed that she isn't even taller, because if Izzie were ever fully content with anything, something would be horribly wrong with this world. But if she'd only ever gotten down the height half of the size equation, she'd just be some towering beanpole-- look like a moderately strong breeze would be the end of her. Just so happens Izzie's also almost three feet across at the shoulders and weighs in at a little more than three hundred and fifty pounds, possessed of a powerful juggernaut of a body reinforced by years and years of non-stop, determined working out-- the evidence is in her burly, muscular arms and powerfully built torso. Izzie is not interested in being able to be pushed around-- and frankly, when you're gonna be as much of a straight up asshole as she is, it helps to be able to back it up with some muscle.

The tawny brown canvas of her skin is a gruesomely intricate portrait, such that the tawny brown is hardly even visible anymore. Scars, tattoos, even a couple of birthmarks-- it's at once fascinating and fucking scary to behold. The scars vary from the grotesque, jagged scars of knife wounds she's gotten in bar fights and other delinquent actions throughout her life, to remnants of rather more embarrassing childhood (and, on second thought, contemporary) mishaps of various kinds. The tattoos are similarly a motley variety, many of them ranging from tattoos of her favourite death metal and punk bands to tattoos showcasing the grotesque and the morbid. She doesn't do the whole 'inspirational quote on my left ass cheek' thing, so don't expect to see 'live each day as if it were your last' tattooed on her stomach, because she's already got a tattoo there of a huge chunk of flesh missing exposing her ribcage. Also, if she lived for a single day like it was her last, she'd get fucking killed. Needless to say, you won't often get a gander at her tattoos besides those on her hands and the ones visible from her throat-- after all, she rarely removes her leather jacket, she fucking loves the thing. And when she does, you'll find her arms absolutely armoured in ink, so you can probably assume the rest of her is similarly covered.

As for the birthmarks, they're mostly port-wine stains-- discolouration of a slightly paler hue than her skin tone, found in a couple of splotches on her upper arms, on her back, and on her throat. She's not exactly shy about any of it-- well, about most of it: ask her about this scar, and she'll proudly inform you that she got stabbed by some jackass in a bar (who apparently did not appreciate being called a 'faggoty fuckspike', nor being thrown across the bar by an angry Hispanic mammoth). Ask her about that scar, and she will just as proudly inform you that she was attempting to juggle a pocket knife with the blade out, and didn't quite catch it successfully. There are some she won't talk about, but that's actually just 'cause she can't even remember how she got 'em-- but one thing she will say for sure as that she sure as hell didn't get none of 'em from self-mutilation or whatever the dumb emo faggots call it. What does she look like, a fuckin' My Chemical Romance fan? Fuck that shit. She got all of 'em the good ol' fashioned way-- in down 'n dirty fights. Or through sheer clumsiness. One or the other, really.

Strangely befitting of someone of her stature and general attitude, Izzie lacks any semblance of soft, delicate features-- as though deliberately carved and sculpted by a less than prodigal sculptor, the features are angular and sharp-edged, and the way they come together is anything but the work of an expert craftsperson. High, pronounced cheekbones carve out an enclave inhabited by a small, slightly pointed nose that has clearly been broken more than once in the past, set over a pair of thin, scarred lips, shielded by emergent laugh lines. Beneath a high, wide forehead are a pair of eyes afflicted with what is generally known to the scientific community as the genetic condition 'complete heterochromia', and to anybody who asks Izzie as 'fuckin' mismatched'. And to be fair, they are. Her left's an almost pleasant shade of dark forest green, the other a vastly less pleasant, kinda weird, mottled brown. Sometimes it freaks people out. She loves that. Her hair, on the other hand, is a rather more simple affair-- in that she doesn't have very much. She's always kept her hair cut to a pretty short, slightly uneven shave (because she cuts it herself and obviously she ain't no hairdresser), with a wiry texture and a tendency to spring up entirely untamed; it's a faded sort of black in colour, certainly not brown but also not quite fully black, with speckles of grey beginning to emerge amidst the wiry hair. She's been cuttin' it as such for... what, fifteen years now? Somethin' like that. Before then, she wore her hair in thick, ragged dreadlocks, of which she was immensely proud before she realised that the smell off 'em could knock out a fully grown elephant at a mile away (this method of forming dreadlocks is known as 'neglect', which involves pretty much never cutting or cleaning your hair, so you can imagine how that got after a few years). And anyway, the long hair was startin' to bug her-- always gettin' in her face 'n shit. So she lopped it all off-- kept a few photographs of herself back in the glory days of the dreadlocks, 'course. She's shown 'em to Cormy before. He's supremely jealous.

When it comes to clothing, however, Izzie has quite clearly fully embraced the punk and metal ensemble-- most folks in the death metal scene, one finds, don't generally dress that extremely. Hoodie, cargo shorts, sneakers, band tee stained with whatever alcohol happens to be lyin' 'round-- meh, fuck that shit (well, everything but the alcohol-stained band tee). You will never, to be sure, see her without her leather jacket-- an ancient thing, creased and weathered, she's owned it for almost twenty years, and it's almost completely armoured in small half inch spikes, with a small enclave on the back for an acrylic white painting of the Motörhead War Pig, replete with chains, skulls, tusks, fangs, and spittle. In the rare case that she eschews her beloved jacket, you'll find that underneath it she wears a variety of band tees, from Pink Floyd to Carcass, nearly all with the sleeves shabbily torn or sawed off. Her lower body is most always clad in a pair of regular-fit dark denim jeans, sometime with a tear or two in them (well, always with a tear or two in them... seriously, do you realise how long it's been since she's bought new clothes? She could sell some of her jeans as vintage for chrissakes), tucked over a pair of leather harness boots, with bike chains hanging from the loops of her jeans and a rusted copper bullet belt, the kind you can buy at most surplus stores, slung low to one side of her waist, because symmetry is for chumps.

Role: Izzie fulfils the role of founder, song-writer, co-lead guitarist and chief growler for Psychosis.

Musical Style: Izzie is, consciously or unconsciously, a surprisingly technical player, using various different techniques such as pinch harmonics, tremolo and hybrid picking (which she has adapted to a heavier, more metal sound than it is usually used for), as well as sweep picking, and pick tapping. However, she does not consciously use these as ‘techniques’, at least not just for the sake of making her music more complicated; she finds effects and ways of playing that sound good to her, and that’s what she uses. In terms of musical style, Izzie often employs a very harsh, overdriven guitar sound, giving it almost a sort of chainsaw sound that causes her notes to blend together at times into a vicious haze. Her style often utilises chromatic, atonal scale soloing, changes in time signature that can be either abrupt or very subtle, high-speed, palm-muted chord progressions, and, at times, shredding, though she likes to keep it melodic so it doesn't just come off as wankery. Hell, she's even known to sometimes use blues style arpeggios in her death metal playing... but that's the Jimmy Page influence showin' through for ya.

With regards to singing, Izzie has quite a wide range-- which might not sound like much to people who think all death growls are monochromatic and uniform, but it's true. She can go from a truly gut-wrenching, low guttural, to a standard death growl, up to a midrange snarl, way up to a blood-curdling scream-- though she tends to be sparing with the shrieks. On the other hand, ask her to try clean singing, and she'll just sound weird. Her voice sounds like her lungs are filled with smoke and tar-- it's pretty much just a rasp, a smoky, harsh rasp, making her pretty much incapable of clean singing. It does, however, lend itself excellently to some bitchin' Motörhead covers.

Instruments: Izzie's primary axe is an onyx black BC Rich Avenge with red lining, tuned to drop A ; she also has a strap, made of bullet casings, similar to her belt, that she wears with this guitar. She also owns a Dean Tyrant with a blood splatter finish, also tuned to A, and a considerably tamer looking Gibson SG. The SG was actually her first guitar, which does kinda make it more valuable to her, sentimentally speaking; she keeps that one tuned to standard, and uses it to play blues, punk, or hard rock classics.

Personality: Izzie is... well, Izzie is an asshole. A god-given, dictionary-definition, textbook-example, bona-fide, true-to-life, genuine asshole. You know that guy who said "If you have nothing nice to say, don't say anything at all"? Izzie called that guy a faggot and then probably headbutted him for good measure. At her best, Izzie is rough, fierce, and stubborn-- she's somewhat conversational, she occasionally smiles, she cracks jokes of a less abrasive nature than usual, she can even be kind at times, if all the planets are properly aligned and seventy scene kids are sacrificed at the full moon. Most of the time, however, she's not at her best, and it's not hard for Izzie to take a turn for her worst-- at which point she becomes cruel, callous, and violent, towards inanimate objects, towards people around her, and towards herself. She's a veritable machine of ruthless invective, pumping out the most horrific blasphemies and obscenities just because she can, she insults and puts down everybody around her for lack of anything better to do or say, and she has anger issues that would have the goddamn Incredible Hulk goin' 'Jesus, dude, calm the fuck down'. Her caustic nature is only worsened by a very deadpan, mordant sense of humour-- sarcastic, pessimistic, angry, profane, an obsessive control freak who absolutely needs to hold all the power in every situation and absolutely has to feel like she's bigger and stronger than everyone around her (which usually is the case, to be fair), not to mention a born fighter whose first impulse in any situation is violence, it's not hard to see why Izzie went through so many bands before she ended up founding her own. 'cause no matter what, at her best or at her worst, Izzie's just always gonna be an asshole.

Now I'm not going to say that deep down Izzie is actually a saint, or some broken, misunderstood soul-- fuck no she's not, and to an extent she will always be abrasive and aggressive no matter how well you get to know her-- you could be her best damn friend, or the closest thing she'll ever have to a friend, and she'll still call you a shithead, punch you hard enough to bruise, and in general be an asshole. On the other hand, there's much more that most people simply will never see of her-- an innate gruff but genuine kindness, a propensity for remarkable loyalty to the people she thinks care about her, the people she herself cares about, even selflessness for such people. But it's not so evident 'cause no matter how selfless she is, Izzie still manages to be an asshole about it-- so much so that most of the time, you can't even tell she's actually being selfless. And she's not used to consciously showing that 'side' of her, to venture the cliche, because Izzie has had it ingrained into her very psyche that to show such kindness and humanity is a weakness.

She's far more miserable and vulnerable on a mental level than she would tolerate anybody to know, dealing with her psychological demons by abusing alcohol, cigarettes, and other drugs, immersing herself constantly in her music and her books, and throwing herself into fights and other violent situations, though by this point those methods are becoming less and less effective. It seems those mental and emotional torments only worsen every day, while those few ways she knows of dealing with them just aren't working anymore. She's headed straight for self-destruction, decay, and collapse, and knows it; somehow, though, she just can't stop. Maybe it's pathological-- maybe she's got some kind of disorder, something that makes her unable to display, without fear, any emotions besides vehemence, something that renders her incapable of normal human interaction. Or maybe she just grew up in a world where everybody was an enemy and everybody wanted to hurt her, and she took that lesson too close to heart, splitting her between the 'look out for number one' mindset she learned in her earlier years, and the innate loneliness she may not even recognise.; and to make things worse, Izzie is convinced, on a subconscious level, that she's only ever going to fuck up again, that even her attempt to sculpt a band the way she wants it, to expel her own demons through music is fated for failure. And she's not sure why she'd even bother after something like that. This music is her life-- it's all she knows how to do. But she's kinda sick of going from one band to the next, and quite honestly... she kinda yearns for the stable band lifestyle. Y'know, where your bandmates are your bros, ya go out drinkin' 'n to shows 'n whatnot, hang out, all that shit. She kinda wants that. But she can't help herself when she kicks people outta the band for the paltriest of reasons... either because she's too exacting and too demanding, or because she's afraid she might actually like them.

Biography: Were you to ask Izzie about her life, she would undoubtedly tell you to mind your own goddamn business and fuck off. And if you were to, by some miracle of the gods, manage to get closer to her, to the point where that isn't her immediate responce to anything you say, she'll merely respond with "My life has made me who I am. I'm a complete fucking asshole. What kind of life do you fucking think I've had?" She will confirm only that she is ethnically Colombian (with a powerful dose of pride), but to be fair given her accent and her predilection to rant and shout at people in Spanish for absolutely no reason when she gets pissed off... that wouldn't be particularly hard to figure out yourself.

As far as Izzie, or anybody else, is concerned, Izzie Martinez was born in 1990, twenty two years ago-- the year a very shitty, very underground, and very unsuccessful grindcore band by the name of Funeral Inception formed in Detroit in 1990 with a guitarist credited solely as 'Izzy' (fuckers even spelt her name wrong. She's never forgiven them for it.), before promptly dissolving very soon after. And then for twenty years, Izzie Martinez went through a revolving door of all kinds of bands, spanning a wide menagerie of genres from anarcho and crust punk to grindcore and death metal to thrash and progressive metal to hard rock and blues to a brief stint in a folk metal band (she'd like to forget that particular stint... seriously, it kinda makes her wince when she thinks back on that shit). She played alongside all kinds of people-- uptight straight edge assholes, rough-up thugs much like herself, posh clean types, total perfectionists, rich fucks who don't know jack shit about what the scene's really about, she's played with 'em all and not much takes her by surprise anymore.

The only thing in common with all of those bands was that her stay with any one of the bands she joined was short and abrupt. She gained a reputation for her skill as a guitarist and, later, as an extreme vocalist, but on the same note became notorious as being extremely difficult to work with. It would be an almost common occurrence for her to arrive at rehearsals and actual gigs drunk, cause a scene and start fights with rival bands and concert-goers; Izzie was also known to join a band and then immediately commence to exerting her own overbearing, domineering will on the band and its members, attempting to force it into the direction she herself desired. Needless to say, she quickly lost track of how many times she was kicked out, or up and quit herself, when her skills as a guitarist failed to outweigh her bellicose aggression.

After what felt like, and probably was, the hundredth time Izzie either quit a band or was kicked out of it, she wound up piss drunk at a local bar wondering if there was really any band out there going in the direction she sought. And that was when the idea hit her. Hit her so hard she promptly fell off her stool and slammed her face on the bar going down. But when she got herself back up, it was still flaring fresh in her mind-- to start her own goddamn band, and take it in whatever direction she damn well wanted. Somehow, she even remembered the idea after she slept off the alcohol-- and it still sounded good, even. Izzie decided the days of getting driven out of band after band when she got confrontational about the fact that she didn't like its direction were over: this time, she'd be the one setting the tune. And she set about searching for musicians skilled enough to play the furious, rapid-fire whirlwinds of brutality and melody that emerged from her mind--and she found them. Izzie decided to take up the role of singer as well, completing the line up she worked hard for months to perfect.

And so it was that Psychosis was born-- and didn't get much recognition. Their first EP was acknowledged for its brutality and sheer force, but Izzie was kinda new to writing music-- I mean, she'd been thinking up her own shit for ages, but it wasn't until now that she'd actually taken it upon herself to do everything, and this little thing called 'ANY SEMBLANCE OF FUCKING MELODY' kinda got forgotten in the mix. Needless to say, Izzie, after cussing out each and every critic for the lukewarm responce, set to work writing some new materiel, and weaving strands of melody amidst the brutality. Also, kicking out a few people because... well, it was inevitable that Izzie was eventually going to decide she hated the bassist, or the drummer, or her co-guitarist, or the new bassist, or the co-guitarist she got to replace the last one... you know how it goes. Even though it was mostly for personal reasons, matters of personal dislike, however, it musta done somethin' good for their sound, 'cause when Psychosis released their first full length album, it was hailed from one corner of the death metal scene to the next as the true banner of modern day death metal, as taking the scene back from the deathcore wannabe scenesters-- as harbingers of the return of real brutal death metal.

Was she happy? Fuck no. She read some review on some fuckwad hipster site about Psychosis's new record being an 'average, perhaps mediocre release' and now Izzie's baying for the blood of that reviewer and his entire family. Because seriously, if Izzie were ever fully content with anything, something would just be wrong with this world.

Incidentally, she's kept nearly all the records ever made by any of the bands she played with (that is, all the records released during her tenure with them). Admittedly, there are a number she owns just for the sake of owning and doesn't even listen to these days. She does have a few favourites, though. A couple of ol' crust records from back in the day, some of the old-school thrash shit she did back in the early 90s-- shit, she even favours a little EP released back in '07 or so when she decided it would be a bright idea to to a duo or some shit. As she recalls, her general line of thinking was "clearly, actual bands aren't working out worth jack shit, maybe if I only have to deal with one other living thing it'll be easier". So she formed a sort of hard rock/speed metal thing, kinda like Deep Purple getting raped by Motörhead while Rush jerks off in the corner (what? Oh, fuck you, that asshole Sturm told her it was inappropriate too, but fuck it, it's accurate. Insensitive as fuck, but accurate.) She figured hey, with only one other person to deal with, maybe this shit would work out. Ha. Like fuck. See, shit don't generally 'work out' when you throw a soft-spoken perfectionist in with a violent alcoholic and then have 'em try to make music. They managed to hammer out a single EP and then everything just went to shit. Been a few years since, but it still happens that Edward Sturm is one of few names from her past plethora of bands that Izzie actually remembers, mostly because... well, it was just the two of 'em. Turns out that didn't make creating music and 'getting places' easier, just made it easier for Izzie to remember what name to hate the shit outta for future reference.

Other information: Izzie is naturally proficient in Spanish, knows a spot or two of Portuguese, and has a generally fluent grasp of English-- she occasionally makes a mistake of grammar or misspells things, though she tends not to give a shit. Her passion for reading has also afforded her a surprisingly varied vocabulary.

She currently lives in the shittiest kind of house you can actually purchase-- it's the barest step up from renting a tenement, but as far as Izzie's concerned, this is her impression of a 'pretty good' house (I mean, shit, she only finds a dead cockroach rotting away on the floor every week or so now, and if that ain't a sign of fine livin', she don't know what is). And fuck it, it beats livin' on the streets. It's a single floor old place, built of wood and ancient concrete, located a ways away from the city and nestled out on the edges of a small woods-- not the largest place, of course, but considering only one person actually lives in it, it's technically larger than Izzie needs. Then again, she does need room for Roy, an old Rottweiler she's had for about eleven years now. The circumstances of how exactly Roy ended up in her care has been long forgotten even by Izzie-- and suffice to say, Izzie doesn't exactly come off as an animals person, but he's quite dear to her, even as he approaches the end of his life. She routinely takes him on long walks out in the woods and the trails behind her house, though at other times she tends to leave Roy alone at home for extended periods of time when she's at the studio... and god forbid she go on tour, even if she tends to get ejected and return home prematurely.

...what? I never said Izzie was a good caretaker.

By the way, Rock of Ages.

So begins...

Izzie Martinez's Story

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A phone buzzed loudly on the nightstand next to Bey's head. She grumbled and shot her hand out, searching for the phone to turn it off. Instead, Bey managed to flip the switch from vibrate to ring; Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit blared loudly from the iPhone. The body twisted in the covers next to Bey flipped over and mumbled in protest. Bey tried reaching for the phone again, only to swipe it off onto the floor. It stopped ringing only to begin again seconds later.

"Will you get that damn thing already?" a gruff voice muttered in annoyance. The guy sharing Bey's bed pulled a crumpled pillow over his head and flipped again, grumbling more. Bey rolled her eyes and pulled herself over the edge of the bed. She reached down and snatched up her phone, silencing it. "Finally."

"Big baby," Bey said under her breath as she sat up on the edge of the bed, stealing the sheet and wrapping it around her naked form.

"I heard that." The guy lifted his head out from under the pillow and faced Bey, a good humored grin on his face despite having been woken up so early.

"I don't know how. You've got such a thick skull. Plus that pillow on top?" Bey put the phone back on the nightstand and turned on her hip towards the scruffy faced young man. "I'm surprised you hear half the things I say in bed."

"That's because the majority of the noises you make in bed," he paused and reached across the mattress, hooking his arms around Bey's waist pulling her towards him, "are strictly sexual." Bey laughed as she fell back.

"You know, I think there's a movie called Strictly Sexual. In fact, I'm pretty sure I've seen it."

"Is it any good?"

Bey bit the corner of her lip and scrunched her eyebrows in playful contemplation.

"No. No it it not."

"Well that's too bad. But that's okay, you're strictly sexual actions and noises and whatnot are just fine with me." The young man flipped himself and Bey over. She laughed as he kissed and playfully bit at her neck, his hands reaching to unwrap the sheet separating their bodies.

Break Stuff blared from the nightstand once again.

"Ugh... I need to get that," Bey told her partner.

"Ignore it." He continued peeling away the sheet and kissing down Bey's chest. The phone continued ringing.

"Seriously Jack. If it's one of my band mates then I seriously have to get it. Besides, I have to leave soon anyway." Bey gently shoved Jack off of her and moved back to the side of the bed. She grabbed her phone as it stopped ringing and stood, the sheet falling to her ankles. Jack whistled; Bey just rolled her eyes. "As if you haven't seen me naked before."

"No. But it's still a sight to see every time." Jack grinned lazily, his head propped up in his hand.

"Whatever." Her comment is off-handed, but the brunette couldn't help but smile. Bey slid her finger quickly across the screen of her phone, checking her missed calls. Bey frowned at the screen.

"So? Who was it? Someone of importance I hope. Whoever it was did interrupt our beginnings of sex after all."

"I believe that's called foreplay. And it's actually a number I don't recognize," Bey lied. She cleared the call history then put her phone down on the night stand once more. "But, like I said, it doesn't matter. I have to meet with my band members here soon. As in now. I didn't realize what time it was and now I'm going to be seriously late."

"Where are y'all meeting?" Jack's old southern twanged roots slipped in subtly.

"The studio," Bey answered as she picked her bra up off the floor and slipped it on.

"Isn't that just a few blocks away from here?" Jack asked, sitting up.

"Yeah it is, but I'll bet you dinner tonight that everyone's going to be there already by the time I arrive. Besides, I have to take the car because I'm taking both my guitar and my keyboard today. Ted didn't specify which he wanted me to bring today so I'm bringing both. Chances are we're going to end up not using either." Bey buzzed about the room as she talked, dressing until she just has her top and shoes left to put on. "Did I mention that we're also sharing the studio today with another band? Ugh. Where is my shirt? I can't find it."

Jack chuckled from the bed at his girlfriend's antics.

"Will you relax Bey? God. I just saw you go from sexy goddess that I was about to have sex with this suddenly would up chick in thirty seconds. I think that's a new record. And you can borrow my shirt. I like it when you wear my shirts."

"Really? Awesome." Bey picked up the charcoal grey v-neck lying at the end of the bed. "Is this it?"

"Yeah. Now promise I'll get it back in one piece at the end of the day?"

Bey slipped on the shirt then cocked an eyebrow at Jack, her eyes dancing playfully in the morning light.

"I'll take that as a no. Shoulda known."

Bey grinned and slid the tip of a finger into a small hole on the side of the shirt. She pulled down on the hole quickly. A ripping sound filled the room. The hole became a slash which Bey then took hold of and pulled across her stomach then around.

Jack dropped his face into his hands and shook his head.

"I can't believe you just did that. You just ripped off half of my shirt. You're lucky it wasn't one of my favorites."

"Yeah, but now it looks so much better. Don't you think?" Bey dropped the torn material to the floor then put her hands on her hips. Jack surveyed the girl in front of him in her new, makeshift crop-top and black, safety-pinned skinny jeans. He nodded his approval.

"What about shoes though?"

"Oh that's easy. My Docs of course."

"Of course." Jack scooted to the end of the bed and pulled Bey to him, kissing her firmly on the lips. "Now, about running off to this band practice thing. Are you sure you have to go? At least, are you sure you have to go now?"

"Yes, Jack. I'm one-hundred percent sure I have to go. And if you don't let me go, I'm going to be even later than I already will be."

Jack's grin faded into a more serious look.

"Bey-"

"Oh, God, Jack. You're not about to propose or anything are you? I mean we've only been dating for a few months. Don't you think-"

"Bey!" She stopped talking. Jack laughed shortly. "Maybe if you hadn't cut me off I could've finished what I was saying. I don't even know where you got that idea from."

"Okay. I'm sorry. Please continue."

"What I was going to ask was, have you considering my offer about joining my band?"

"Really Jack? You're going to ask me that now? C'mon. You know I'd never leave Cor Leonis."

"Cor Leonis or Ted?"

"Both. The group is like family to me and you know that."

"Yeah. Yeah. I was just hoping that, I don't know, maybe you'd change your mind."

"Never."

"Even though y'all are still being beaten down by the critics? And still haven't released a good single? And still haven't-"

"Okay, Jaxson, I get it. We're not the best band ever - yet. I'm not a groupie. I am in the band you know."

Jack and Bey both chuckled at her pathetic joke.

"I know. I was just thinking that maybe you'd consider signing on to a band that has had some real success after y'all finished y'all's tour and whatnot. I know it wasn't a great success or anything. I mean, why wouldn't you want to be part of a band that already has not just one, but two well selling albums? And we've already been on several successful tours so far, both as opening acts and main acts ourselves. Just think about it Bey. You and me jamming on the guitar together. Your voice with our current vocalist? It'd be so awesome!" Jack's enthusiasm showed in his entire face. Every word was sincere and honest. "You already know all the other guys in the band and they're down with the idea. Bey. You have to think about it."

"And Jack! You have to think about what I've been telling you. Cor Leonis? It is my family. I cannot just abandon Ted because our music isn't doing so great on the market. Every band struggles in the beginning. You know that. What you are offering? Yes, it is nice. Yes, it is extremely tempting. But it's also the easy way out. And I don't want that. Maybe there will be time for some collaboration pieces in the future or something. But for now? I have to go meet my band and hope Ted doesn't chew me out too bad for being so late. Okay? I love you, but I have to go."

Bey kissed Jack then pushed his chest. He plopped back down on the bed in defeat. She turned and put on her Doc Martens, zipping them up quickly.

"So what am I supposed to do about this problem?" Jack asked as Bey grabbed her guitar.

"What problem?" She turned back towards Jack. He motioned towards the lump in his lap. "Oh."

"Yeah."

"Just watch the porn channels I'm subscribed to. Here." Bey grabbed the remote off the coffee as she grabbed her keys and tossed it to Jack. "They're in the six-hundred-something channels."

"You have those?" Jack asked in shock.

"What do you think I do when you're not around?" Bey tossed Jack a coy grin and turned to leave the apartment.

"Oh man I love you."

Bey just laughed.

"Oh, uh, Bey? You may need this."

"What?" Bey turned in time to catch the hairbrush Jack tossed her.

"You might want to do something about that sex hair of yours. It's, uh, pretty bad." Jack laughed at Bey's eye roll.

"Bye, Jack. I'll see you tonight."

"Bye, Bey. I'll enjoy your tv and try not to break anything while you're gone."

"Please do."

Bey shut the apartment door firmly behind herself and turned to lock it when she realized she forgot her phone. She sighed and opened the door.

"You forgot these." Jack was standing just on the other side of the door, blanket around his waist, phone and leather jacket outstretched to Bey.

"Thank you," Bey told him sincerely, taking both items. She held her guitar case gingerly between her knees as she put her jacket on.

"Don't mention it. But, I thought you were going to take your keyboard, too?"

"I changed my mind. It'd slow me down too much. If Ted decides he wants to use a keyboard today, we'll just have to suffice with whatever is in the studio today."

"Ah. Well, have fun then. Bye."

"Bye."

Jack gave Bey a farewell wave then closed and locked the apartment door.

Bey tucked her keys and her iPhone into the pockets of her jacket then pulled the strap of her guitar case on over her chest. Very conscious of what Jack said about her hair, Bey ran the brush threw it several times as she walked. She had to pause in her walking on a couple of the snags but was able to fully brush out her hair before reaching the studio.

When she noticed all the cars already in the studio parking lot, Bey swore silently to herself. Not one to carry a purse with her, Bey had nothing to do with the brush, so she tossed it in the nearest trash can, not wanting to look like a fool walking into the recording studio late and with a hairbrush. That'd be about as bad as a very public walk of shame on the embarrassment scale. She readjusted the straps of her guitar case and hurried inside the studio, hoping she wasn't as late as she felt.


Stepping into the actual recording and practice area felt like stepping into a miniature war zone. A musical war zone anyway. Someone was playing his or her guitar very loudly in one of the adjoining rooms - Bey recognized the style as Ted's after a few bars - and everyone else seemed in some sort of state of confusion or intimidation. Bey couldn't discern the source of intimidation, but the confusion was understandable.

There were several people in the main holding room, as she called it, of the studio. Only one of them, the pretty, perky, bombshell, blonde, she knew.

Charlotte she had always been jealous of. When Ted had first introduced Charlotte to Bey, Bey thought it had to be a joke, that the only reason Ted even recruited Charlotte was because of how gorgeous she was and he really, really wanted to have sex with her. Bey assumed Ted had offered Charlotte a chance to audition in exchange for a night of pleasure. Needless to say she was extremely and honestly impressed with Charlotte when she turned out to be the real deal.

The other two in the room, both guys, she had never seen before. Bey assumed them both to be part of the other band they would be sharing the studio with. Figuring she'd have plenty of time to get to know them later, Bey put her guitar case down then strode to the room the music was streaming from, wanting to check in with Ted. She stopped short in the doorway when she saw the towering woman before her band founder and friend. Unable to stop herself from gawking ever so slightly, Bey's eyes traveled up the height of the woman then back down. She didn't even notice the other girl in the room.

"Um. Hey, Ted," Bey said, with a wave, her eyes reverting back to the guitar player. "Sorry I'm late."

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Ted heard the door to the studio open, but ignored it. Probably either Bey, Charlotte, or someone from Psychosis. No matter who, it was good: either a familiar face to work with, or a new face to meet and get to know. He had never been a huge fan of the death metal genre, beyond the band Death itself, and that was mostly for their jazzy influence and acute sense of melody on their later material. However, they would be sharing a studio, and would have to get along. Maybe he could figure out how to roughen his vocals some. His voice was somewhat rough, as he had rarely used it, but if he could get a growl, he and Bey would have a dynamic not unlike many European symphonic metal bands. Alternatively, he could hone his voice for a smoother sound. They'd have to see what worked. Always serve the music.

The door burst open, loud and sudden. Ted looked up in irritation as he flubbed his improvisation and stopped playing. "Look, if I was too loud I can..."

Oh.

That was...

Hell no. She was with Psychosis? Was it her band?

This day was just going to go downhill from there, wouldn't it? Where were Charlotte and Bey? Oh, there was Charlotte, along with what Ted presumed to be the rest of Psychosis. A motley bunch to be sure, Charlotte sticking out like a sore thumb with her bright and admittedly ever-changing style. None of them could compare to Izzie Martinez, though, a towering terror of a woman. Ted did not mean that in a shrew-like sense, but rather in that she was simply tall and terrifying.

"...y'know what, fuck this. I'm never arriving at anything early ever again. Nothing good comes of it."

Yup. Definitely Izzie. Ted stomped on the pedals, turning them off before he clicked the amplifier off and unplugged the Hagström.

"I guess this is your studio, Izzie," he said after the pause. "I just brought my gear here; if you'd rather it be someplace else that's fine." He kept his tone guarded, but as civil as he could.Blessedly, the third member of Cor Leonis then arrived, giving Ted more or an excuse to busy himself with something or someone other than Izzie. "You're fine, Bey. I never gave a specific time for today. Good to see you and Charlotte found the studio without too much trouble." He placed the guitar back into its case and closed the case gently before he turned to address the band behind Izzie. "I guess I should introduce myself. Edward Marubini, guitarist and now-singer of Cor Leonis, alias Edward Sturm. You can call me Ted." He smiled, realizing that he had to be civil now, especially if they were to get along in this studio.

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Edei hadn’t run out of the studio yet, which was surprising considering how well she seemed to deal with drama in general. The others had funneled into the studio from outside, though, which didn’t really give her a good reason to head outside so she stuck around, peeking her head around to survey the sudden influx of people.

Once again, an amused grin slid over her lips as she studied those surrounding her. If she were shooting a cover for ‘Hottest People in Music’, she would probably choose this crew. Well, if she could convince Izzie to wipe the scowl off of her face for five minutes or so, though she had to admit that the band leader looked more bad ass when she was pissed.

"I guess I should introduce myself. Edward Marubini, guitarist and now-singer of Cor Leonis, alias Edward Sturm. You can call me Ted."

“Nice to meetcha, Ted.” She called out, not wanting to tick off anyone but not wanting to be rude and she pointed towards herself.

“Name’s Edei.”

A couple of people chimed in, agreeing with her decision to go drinking and before she could gesture towards the door and say Well then, let’s go! I know this bar owner down the street… a knock came upon the door leading into the studio.

“I’ll go get that!” She exclaimed, calling dibs on an excuse to leave the hostile environment before anyone else could speak up and she almost tripped over the hot chick that had settled herself onto the floor.

“Oops, sorry.” She apologized on her way out, taking careful steps this time around and with a quick tug, the door flew open and she peered at the source of the noise- a man who was apparently talking to his self.

”… was here."

She cocked a brow, looking around the outside just to make sure that he wasn’t talking to anyone else before her gaze settled upon him. Tall, dark and handsome. Not a surprise, it seemed most musicians were. But more than that, this guy seemed familiar. Edei peered at Victor intently for a few moments before her jaw dropped in recognition. He was older, a bit of stubble on his chin but otherwise he looked the same as he had a few years ago when they last saw each other.

“VIC?!” She exclaimed, barely giving him a chance to respond before the petite bass player launched herself at him. Her slender arms wrapping around his neck tightly, which forced him to either pick her up or lean down because of their height differences. Time and time again, she had tried to contact him but he’d seemingly cut himself off from everyone. She didn’t even know he was alive, until now.

“How in the hell have you been? WHERE have you been?”

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What a weird fucking day.

That was the first thought that flowed through Edei’s mind after she stepped back from hugging Vic, her smile faltering briefly as he mumbled an apology before being swept away by Ted. Being pint-sized, she was used to being overlooked but she also didn’t want to assert her presence if her old friend really was here for the bassist position. He was damn good at what he did and if she just stepped back and let him play, he would bag the spot in Cor Leonis easily.

Reaching over, she captured his hand and squeezed it gently, it smile growing into a grin as she inclined her head towards Ted. “Good luck with the bass… Thing.” She mocked him lightly, letting out another soft bout of laughter before breaking away from the two guys and wandering back over towards where Izzie and Craig were standing.

“So, we going to start up too? Or did you really want me to go grab a fifth of something to make today easier to handle?” She kept her tone playful and light, trying not to piss off Izzie anymore than necessary but on the other hand... Well, Izzie was incredibly easy to piss off. Dragging her lower lip between her teeth, Edei tried to hold back amused laughter at Izzie’s infuriated countenance. “If it helps, I don’t know Sweet Cheeks either.”

Casting a quick, conspiratorial wink at Craig, she wandered back towards her hard case so that she could drag it to whichever room they moved into, her eyes drifting for just a moment towards Vic to see how he was holding up.

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She should’ve phrased her requests a little more clearly and not back to back because Izzie’s "Yes." Didn’t really help clarify anything for Edei. Yes, she wanted to get started or yes she wanted a bottle of booze? Being the type of person that she was, Edei took it as an affirmation of the latter question. Booze, it is!

“Aye aye, Cap’n!” Edei responded and in a move that she hoped wouldn’t get her fired anytime soon, she smacked the lead singer’s ass and instantly shot out of reach. Craig asked her a question next, his fingertips landing softly upon her shoulder, attracting her attention.

"Hey, where do you know that guy from anyway?"

“Follow me and I’ll fill you in on the story!” She cast a quick glance back at Izzie and laughed before starting to move once again. Lord help her if she ended up on Izzie’s shit list but the other woman was just so incredibly fun to mess with. Resting her hard case back against one of the walls, she raised her hand, gesturing towards the door in a universal follow me signal and as Craig shuffled through the studio beside her she began her short story.

“Vic and I met back in high school- a large, horrible public school with all of the cliques and whatnot. I sort of fell out of my circle of friends and into his.” She jerked a thumb back towards the room where the rest of them were as she pushed open the front door so they could make their way out onto the street. The bar that she had spoken about earlier was only a block or two away and though it wasn’t technically open this early in the morning, the owner lived right upstairs and Edei knew him well enough to go pounding on his door for some discounted liquor.

“Anyway, he ran with the crowd that jammed out in basements and whatnot. He’s the one that taught me the drums and bass though I stuck with the bass because it doesn’t involve as much flailing around as the drums do.” Laughter fell from her lips then and she cast a sideways look at Craig to see if he was still breathing. Damn, the man was quiet at times. Not that she had known him long enough to make a solid judgment of him, of course, but up until now he had barely spoken a full paragraph in front of her.

“So what about you? When’d you pick up your first guitar?”

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“Well, I have no idea what Izzie or Cormac prefer so I’ll grab Jack, Jameson and Jose…” She spoke as she plucked bottles of the Jack Daniels, Jameson whiskey and Jose Cuervo from the shelving behind the bar, tucking them beneath her arm as she moved out from behind the counter and headed towards the back wall. There was a silver door with a large handle and she tugged it with her free hand, balancing her liquor against her hip. A large walk-in fridge was revealed since she assumed Craig was more of an American beer drinker than a German beer drinker, meaning he preferred it icy instead of warm. With a swift gesture, she motioned him over and pointed to the cases of beer stacked upon each other.

“Grab whatever you want, muscles, and let’s go! I don’t want to piss off Izzie by taking our time shopping.” Though she probably should be terrified of the lead singer’s reaction to everything she had done thus far, Edei couldn’t help but grin. Life hadn’t been dull in the short amount of time since she had joined Psychosis that was for sure.

Rounding her way around the tables until she was near the stairs once more, Edei shouted at Z to thank him for the goods and surprisingly she didn’t go out the same way they had come in. Instead, she cut a path straight towards the front door, wrenching it open and holding it for Craig so they could make their grand escape back to the recording studio.

More to herself than to Craig, she inquired out loud, “Are we alcoholics if we’re drinking this early? I mean, seriously. I’ve had drinks at this specific time before but it was usually when I was winding down instead of just getting started.”

A frown set upon her lips as she maneuvered the three glass bottles in her arms again, trying to make sure that none of them shattered upon the ground as she shut the door to the bar behind them and began walking.

It didn’t take them long to make their way back to the studio and Edei’s ears were immediately greeted with music that was both aggressive and powerful and she practically sprinted ahead so that she could get back to the band.

Knowing she wouldn’t be heard over the music, she simply held up the liquor in her hands and then bowed both deeply and dramatically towards Izzie. The trio of bottles was then set down onto the nearest flat surface so that Edei could wander off and grab her bass to set up the ‘jam session’.

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Everytime that Edei played with these three, she was impressed. Though she had started with them on songs that were already hammered out into perfection, the longer she stuck around showed her that they were more than they seemed. Izzie was quite literally a demon with her guitar, looking half possessed with the way that she played but no one could deny that the shit that blasted through the room was intense and bordering on epic. Craig and Cormy easily kept up with her and when Edei finally joined in with her bass, she too had high hopes for the band.

Perhaps they could play some live shows or something. Edei always did enjoy the energy of a crowd and if they hit up a few venues it would draw out their creativity for the studio. A win-win situation in her mind and perhaps it would also take away Izzie’s tension/anger about playing in the same studio as her friend/arch-nemesis… Whatever the Ted guy was to her.

With the impromptu ‘jam’ session coming to an end, everyone began to go after the alcohol that she and Craig had scooped up from Z’s place and the ensuing conversation had her lips tilting into an honest grin.

“I only smell like whorehouses on Sundays. Saturday nights are 2-for-1 specials down there by the docks, y’know.” Casting a wink in Izzie’s direction, she wrapped her hands around the necks of the two bottles that were left over, Jameson and Jose, and held them out towards Cormy.

“Irish or Mexican? Take your pick,” she offered, overhearing Craig’s comment about being kicked out. In reply, she rolled her eyes at the guitarist and stuck her tongue out at him before another bout of laughter rolled from her petite frame.

“Craig, you’ve been around longer than I have and I’m going to wildly assume that you’re sticking around for the duration. Hope that doesn’t ruin any future plans for ya.”

Once Cormy had chosen his poison, she popped open her own bottle and took a swig. Alcohol and metal in the morning. What else could anyone ask for?

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Edei continually grinned and/or laughed during the conversation that followed and though she didn’t say so out loud, Izzie’s threats towards her wearing frilly dresses just made her want to do it even more. Internal organs be damned! She could probably run faster than the singer, right? …Hopefully? These internal musings kept Edei quiet for a few moments as the rest of them talked and she drew back her Jameson from time to time, drawing large amounts of liquor with each pull which could be frightening when considering her weight but she was a seasoned drinker. Perhaps too seasoned and her liver had more than enough practice to let her drink as heavily as she did with without making her knock down, drag out drunk.

The conversation turned back her way for the moment as Cormy asked, "That dude back there your long-lost brother or somethin'?" Her gaze dropped to the bottle in her hand for a moment and a grin stretched her lips while she shook her head. “No, definitely not a brother.” She began, laughing as she lifted her eyes from the Jameson to Cormy once more. “We actually met in high school… He’s the one that taught me bass.”

What a small world they lived in. Everyone had their own ties to everyone else with Izzie knowing that Ted guy and Cormy chatting up that hot blonde from earlier… If Vic got a gig with Cor Leonis then maybe they could all tour together! The thought made Edei smirk randomly, which might look a little crazed to anyone paying attention but she shook the idea away, knowing that Izzie would never go for it. Hell, with the way the singer seemed to get along with that Ted guy, she would probably prefer setting Cor Leonis on fire over performing on the same stage as them.

Popping back to the present conversation, though, she shrugged her shoulders and continued on. “He left abruptly though. Never said bye or anything so it was sort of a shock to see him again.” The whole town, of course, had heard what had happened and it was tragic to say the least. But instead of coming to his friends and seeking comfort, Vic had simply split.

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Ah... Jazz... He shrugged and bobbed his head along to Ted'd playing. When Victot thought, he looked very very serious. He cracked a smile though when Charlotte spoke up and shrugged again. "I think their amps ho to eleven." Soon after, the serious expression returned. A raised eyebrow and a focused stare on Ted's fingers, figuring out what key he was in and listening. Victor had not played jazz in a very long time. When he finally started playing, he picked a note at a time, then threw an Octave on to get his bearings. The bassline he eventually came up with was not what you would have expected, but then again, it was Victor. It was jazzy, but with a few slides here and there. As they played, Victor looked down at his hands and realized that it sounded pretty decent, though it still needed some work.

This piece is pretty fucking cool... Victor had never played with anyone who sounded like this. Like Ted did. Granted, he's jammed with the man for maybe an hour and a half. How long had he actually been there? Anyway, something told him that he would be able to tell when it was Ted that was playing. As he stood there and thought to himself, Victor plucked a wrong note that sounded just plain dreadful. "Aah, you fucking gobshite.." His accent flaired up even more when he was mad and when he swore. The grungy looking man brushed his hair back and looked around at Ted and Charlotte, unable to help but chuckle. "Pardon me..." Followed his cursing. He let the bass hang and looked at Ted, waiting for a silent moment, just to ask him what he thought of it so far. Maybe he wanted Something different than that.

If he was to come up with Something else, it was clear to him that it was going to take some time. He would need to dig into the whole part and mess around for a while. Also, he wondered how much time they had before the doomsday machine in the other room decided to begin. It wasn't that it was horrible Music or anything, but it was just so loud. Victor realized that he hadn't even exchanged a word with the Psychosis frontman. Well frontwoman. She's was a woman right? Anyway, he realized that he already didn't like her very much, and that was based on what he'd heard Izzie say and the fact that her band was so fucking loud. "You..." Victor pointed at Charlotte as he spoke. "I like you. You're easy to follow..." And she was. Charlotte was easy for him to work with. "Was this kind of what you had in mind?" This question was directed at. "I can change it and come up with some other stuff, but I think that would require some more time..."

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Craig looked over at Edei uncertainly as she spoke, apparently curious about what he wrote. Still, he really wasn't sure he wanted to hand it over quite yet...granted, she probably wouldn't be as severe about it as Izzie would if she didn't like it - hell, he might actually show it to her later if she wanted. The fact his frontwoman even asked was still a shock to him because she very much had her way of doing things - and she didn't want anybody to fuck it up, which he respected. All in all, Craig wanted to stay on Izzie Martinez's good side if possible, which meant he was willing to oblige to what she asked of him in order to keep his place in this band since he quite liked playing for Psychosis. Still, he still thought his pieces needed more work before giving them to someone to review. "Edei, I'm not really sure they're ready..." He said, skeptically but with a small smile despite the fact he felt like the spotlight had just been put on him but he wasn't irritated with the petite bassist in the least for it. "Like I said, it's not done yet." Craig told them, shaking his head. Whenever he had the balls to show Psychosis his work he made damned sure he was content with it because Izzie wasn't exactly the type to encourage him to work at it a bit more if she didn't like it.

As it turned out, Cormy didn't have anything to show either which left Craig the only one with material. Great. He looked over at Izzie and sighed a little. He highly doubted he could talk his way out of this - and that belief was only reinforced as she fixed the young guitarist with one of those looks that had always made him a little uncomfortable. When Izzie began to speak once more though, Craig couldn't help the smirk that crept onto his face. Apparently unable to remember the full quote and if it made sense or not. "Speak now or forever hold your peace." He thought, but dare not as for fear that Izzie would use her guitar as a murder weapon on him. Still, in spite of it Craig wanted to laugh - but he didn't as he had a feeling Izzie wouldn't appreciate it too much. Once she finished, Craig wiped the smirk off his face and nodded once at her. "Right, well...Most of it's some real technical stuff...I've got some riffs I really like." He shrugged as he looked at the group.





Charlotte watched as Ted and the new guy messed around with the piece they had been talking about, overall impressed with the guy so far. She liked what he was doing with it - it was different. Yeah, I think we can work with this guy. She thought, smiling. Not long after that, Vic hit a bad note and Charlotte struggled not to laugh as he swore. Yep, he's definitely Irish. The blonde, shook her head a little in amusement, not at all offended by the profanity. I wonder what he can do with that piece with more time... She thought and then turned her attention to the bassist and smiled. "Why thank you. I quite like you as well." She replied, winking and then looking back over at Ted as he replied to her. Charlotte was glad he seemed to approve of the idea. "Thanks Ted." She said, pleased and eager to show them some of what she had in mind. She moved back to her kit and played a few beats, not really having anything concrete yet since she had wanted to run the idea by Ted first but she had a basic idea and she wanted to show them that. She could fiddle with it later. What she played wasn't quite jazz but it had a pronounced enough influence that it was noticeable, which Charlotte thought could be fun to toy around with.

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Edei had quieted down, the occasional twitching of the corner of her mouth proving that she was still listening despite not being an active participant in the conversation at the moment. Though her silence was mostly a form of self preservation. The first words that had been about to slip out of her lips was the correction to Izzie’s floundering attempt to recite the old adage Speak now or forever hold your peace… Wasn’t that from weddings anyway?

Her eyes slid over to the band leader, scrutinizing her for a moment while she continued to pluck away at her bass. She couldn’t imagine Izzie going to a wedding quite honestly and what she did imagine brought an even broader grin to her mouth. She cast her eyes down at her fingertips trying to shoo away the image of Izzie decked out in full on bridesmaid gear standing there with a bunch of flowers in her hands. It was almost like imagining Cormy in a dress and she nearly laughed. Biting hard down upon her lower lip, she instead stifled her reaction and just stood there, shaking slightly with the barely contained amusement as her bandmates continued to speak.

Though he seemed to relent slightly, Craig still didn’t seem like he was willing to show whatever it was he had been working on so Edei broke the momentary silence by responding to Izzie’s earlier comment. Reaching out, she pushed on Cormy’s shoulder slightly to gain his attention and then she scoffed indignantly. “You hear that?! We’re a bunch of pussies! I guess that’s a challenge for us to write the next big Psychosis hit.” Looking back towards Izzie she winked and let a soft, rolling laugh finally escape her small frame.

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Ted watched Charlotte's playing, noticing the nuance, the swing, the syncopation. He wouldn't have believed it if he wasn't seeing it right now. She was playing...jazz? No, not quite jazz, not with that grip...but it had that swing. It reminded him a bit of...well, he couldn't think exactly what, but he couldn't suppress a grin at hearing it, remarking, "Charlotte King, playing jazz? I'll be damned!" He flipped the amp back on and carefully eased the gain up while letting a single low E ring out...and unexpectedly feed back. Very loudly. "Son of a bitch," he muttered as he quickly muted the string. He stepped away from the amp, played again, and this time smiled at getting a tone remarkably similar to the Rat, but...nicer. He hadn't thought about just cranking the amp before. Well, he had, but he reasoned that if he wanted a clean tone usable, a distortion he could turn on and off seemed imperative. This had decreased in necessity when he didn't really need a clean tone for this music. He wondered what he compatriots back in Nashville, or his old classmates at Berklee would think of him now, cranking amps and sharing a studio with a death metal band. Not that he really cared.

The thoughts had run through his head in only a few seconds, and now he shook them off as he pinched his pick and started to play along to Charlotte's drumming, palm-muting a series of chords more rhythmic than harmonic and syncopating to match her as best as he could. He heard Victor's bass rumble underneath with its own figure, also syncopating, albeit with some difficulty. To be fair to him, Charlotte had a very...irregular and unpredictable sense of syncopation. Ted chalked it up to beginner's roughs (that was a thing, right?) and continued to play the muted chords for a few more seconds, before trying a solo over Victor's bass and Charlotte's drums. He ran the sequence of chords in his mind as he played for a minute more, then realized he was running out of ideas. He stopped playing and held up his picking hand to signal to stop. As the playing petered out, he nodded approvingly. "That was some good stuff! See if you two can work out any more. I'm going to go figure out what's going on outside." He had passed off some earlier altercation ending with an audible thud as Psychosis having an infight, which would be par for a band fronted by Izzie. However, the possibility that Bey was involved had just occurred to him, and the possibility was, to say the least, nasty in its implications.

With this concern in mind, Ted set the amp back onto standby, placed the Hägstrom in the open case, and walked out into the anteroom between practice rooms. Bey was there, but to his surprise, she was packing up her guitar. "Bey?" Ted asked carefully. He wasn't sure what was going on. Had she been the thud? Was there some emergency he had missed in his furor of grilling and auditioning Victor?

Bey looked up, and Ted saw anger etched on her face. Anger at him? Slowly she pointed at the other practice room. "Call me when that Izzie bitch is gone, and when you start giving a shit about the person who helped you start this." With that, she picked up her case and left before Ted could respond. To be fair, Ted was too shocked to respond at the moment. He ran through her statement in his head. Izzie. Giving a shit. Connecting the dots didn't take very long. Ted calmed the fury and frustration he could feel rising in his heart, and strode over to the "Psychosis room", opening the door without knocking.

In a flash, his eyes settled on the frontwoman guitarist. He inhaled through gritted teeth before speaking. "Izzie, listen up. I don't know what you said to Bey, but she just quit my band. I don't care how you conduct yourself as a bandleader, or how you treat your group, but if you ever touch or denigrate Charlotte, Victor, or whoever I get to replace Bey, two things will happen. One, I will take Blue Fire and smash her over your skull, and two, I'll report you for August 24th 2006. You might not remember everything that happened that night, but I do. And the statute of limitations has not expired." Before he could get a response (which would have most likely been in the vein of assault and battery), Ted slammed the door and crossed to the room where Victor and Charlotte were.

He entered much more quietly, having worked out the anger in his little threat monologue. Now he just felt...drained, and a bit lost. "Bey just quit," he announced, in case they hadn't heard the events outside. He crossed to his stool and sat, then slouched, pensive.

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Charlotte smiled at Ted's reaction to her playing, laughing a little. No, playing in a jazz style wasn't exactly expected from her - she'd almost always played heavy music, only on occasion experimenting with other things and that usually didn't last very long at all. So far she liked where this little experiment was going though and if she wasn't mistaken, so was Ted as he and the new guy played along. The whole thing might turn out rather well if she continued to run with it - she was a bit curious as to what Ted and Victor could come up with as well. Ted then stopped soloing and signaled for them to stop.

Charlotte paused her playing and brushed a blonde curl that had escaped it's bun behind her ear, looking over at Ted to see what he had to say. "So, I assume that means you liked it?" She asked him with a grin before looking over at Victor and nodding at what her frontman said. Victor seemed like a creative guy and she thought that might make working with him quite fun. "You seem creative. I'd like to see what you can come up with." Charlotte told him, before glancing toward the door after Ted, wondering what might be going on. "He's probably trying to find Bey..." She thought, aloud. Hell, she herself wondered where on earth the other girl had gone...She had seen her earlier and she didn't think it would be like Bey to just bail on them like that.



Charlotte couldn't quite catch what was going on and so when Ted reentered the room, she immediately walked toward him, about to ask what it was he'd gone out for when he broke the news. "She what?" Charlotte demanded, her blue eyes wide with surprise. "Why would she do that?" She asked him, unable to understand why Bey would leave. She had been a founding member, after all.






Craig couldn't help but laugh a little at the thought of Psychosis becoming a punk band - he could never imagine Izzie having any of that. "If you ever convert this band to punk, I'm on my way out." He told him, having never been a big fan of punk. He'd had never found it very interesting to play as he quickly became bored with such styles of playing. When Izzie replied, he sighed and nodded once, picking up his axe. Before he could even pick a single note though, the door was thrust open and suddenly, as the young guitarist looked up; the frontman of Cor Leonis was standing in there doorway, looking quite pissed off. Damn... Craig thought in surprise, however as Ted continued to explain, he understood why he was over here. He would be pissed too if one of his members had quit because of something someone had said, but the fact he seemed to have grown enough balls to stand up to Izzie Martinez - was quite shocking. He kind of wanted to pat the guy on the back for it because he didn't exactly know many people who would say that to her. Craig quickly brushed the thought aside however, and was now a little concerned Izzie was going to beat the shit out of the guy and so he took a step forward, watching the Psychosis frontwoman who was now telling Ted off. It seemed he wasn't going to be needed though, he thought, a little surprised as he watched Izzie Martinez's face. What the hell is August 24th of 2006? Craig wondered. She had suddenly gone pale as a ghost, as if what Ted had said made her recall something.

He cocked his head to the side, still looking at Izzie as the Ted guy shut the door (Probably wanting to get out of there before she recovered from her shock) before glancing at his other bandmates, Cormac seeming as clueless as he was about the whole thing. She didn't exactly answer the drummer's question and Craig wasn't entirely sure if that was because she wasn't comfortable sharing or if she just was still in shock. "I have no idea." He told her, still impressed by the fact Ted had the nerve to do that - whatever it was he had on Izzie, it had to be pretty bad to make her react like that. "So, then what the hell is August 24th, 2006?" He asked her, curiously.

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Edei had set her bass back down and picked up her trusty bottle of liquor once more. An arched brow and incredulous glance crossing between Izzie and Craig then back again as the two dueled it out over whether or not Craig would play whatever it is he had planned. He seemed pensive but Edei believed in him and Izzie just wanted someone to play something to prove that her momentary benevolence was worthwhile. However the good times ended when Ted pushed his way into the room and began dressing down Izzie like a child in front of her band. A move that Edei didn’t think that the man would live through but apparently whatever in the fuck happened on the date that everyone kept repeating was some serious shit. Izzie fell silent and Cormy shot a glance in her direction, which almost made her laugh. How would she know what it was in reference to?! She was the newest member of the band and she barely knew what their fucking last names were much less anything that had happened in their pasts.

So she shrugged when glances were cast her way and another awkward silence fell over the band as they awaited Izzie’s response. Dragging her smartphone from her pocket, Edei typed in August 24, 2006 and searched for results, mostly for shits and giggles but it actually landed on something and the petite bass player decided to go with it. If nothing else then to break the tension that had threaded through the band once again.

She held the phone aloft as if offering proof and she scoffed indignantly. “August 24th, 2006….” Her eyes flashed to Izzie, brow arched as she tried to keep a smile from her lips as she read the article: ”The International Astronomical Union (IAU) redefines the term "planet" such that Pluto is now considered a dwarf planet.”

“Fucking really, Izzie? You had a hand in that shit?”

Her lips twitched and she sidled over to hide behind anything that might block the lead singer's rampage should the jest be taken in the wrong direction. If she was going to be eviscerated anytime soon, at least she was going to make the woman work for it.

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Playing with these guys were good. It was hard to fit in something that sounded really good, though Victor did okay. There were a lot of things he had to work on though. Added to that, he had a new drummer he was going to learn how to work with. Fortunately, he worked best when pressured and he always grew with the task. If you weren't challenged, how would you ever improve? Victor was dead set on doing his best and still maintain his own style of playing. He tried to work with Charlotte, though he had to get used to the way she was playing. In his mind, she was a little hard to follow, but easy at the same time. Makes no sense, no. After a while of playing, he was sure that she'd be there and on the spot, but it was as like two cards travelling to the same destination, via two very different paths. Fuck it, it makes sense in my head! And with that, Victor turned his attention back to Ted as he called for a stop. Apparently he approved of it all, which sent a flutter through his stomach. Since Victor was Victor, he didn't show it. Or at least, did his best not to.


"If mucking about on the strings makes a bass player creative, then hell yes I am." His accent flaired up as he answered Charlotte and waved after Ted when he left. "And you are very interesting to work with." The Irishman nodded and smirked, sitting down and setting his bass up against the Hartke amp on the floor. "Hmm? Oh yeah, I thought that we were missing somenoe." He remembered Bey from when he had shown up at the studio and all, but where had she gone? Victor ran a hand through his (a little too greasy) hair and leaned back. He was still in dire need of a damn shower, but he wasn't sure where to get one. Maybe if this actually works out, I'll go rent a hotel room for a couple of nights... And that led him to wonder if he would get paid at all, and if so, how much. At the moment, Victor looked exactly like what he was. Homeless.

Muffled voices came from the room next to theirs, which made him raise an eyebrow and look at Charlotte. Whatever was going on in there didn't sound good. "What the hell is going on?" He asked her, shrugging. "Unless you're a professional wrestler, I don't think it's a good idea to go up against the fuckin' behemoth of a woman in there." And who else but Izzie Martinez could that be. A moment later, Ted came back into the room looking less than pleased. "What?" Victor said, frowning. What the hell did she leave for all of a sudden? "What's going on here, mate?"

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Charlotte couldn't believe that Bey would quit on them like that. Why would Bey quit? She was a large part of the band, a founding member...She had always helped Ted out. It was just as much her band as it was his. All in all Charlotte wouldn't ever think that she would leave. Charlotte cast a glance at Victor, wondering what he was thinking on all of this. So far they hadn't had quite the best welcome - Lack of soundproofing, a loud seemingly angry lot next door to them and now their second guitarist just quit. She wanted to assure him that they were usually much more put together but just then Ted explained what he thought had happened. The huge Psychosis singer? That's what brought this on? Charlotte groaned and rubbed her temples. "Really? God, I had hoped she was just loud." She said, shaking her head. She would have thought that Bey would have just kept walking and ignored Izzie as best she could and told Ted about it, but she didn't really blame her for being intimidated by the Psychosis singer. "When you start - What?" Charlotte gawked at that. Where the hell had that one come from? As far as Charlotte was concerned, Ted was always looking out for Cor Leonis' best interest and from what she had understood they had always gotten along..."Where the hell did that come from?" She turned and walked a few paces before stopping and shaking her head. "I just don't get it...I never would have thought she'd leave. And you two always got along, didn't you?" She asked, closing her eyes for a moment and trying to clear her mind before turning back to Ted. She had no idea what they were going to do now, since Bey had been such a large part of Cor Leonis. "Well, I assume you don't want me to try to sing." She told Ted, trying for a small smile. It was a good thing Charlotte had pursued the drums instead of a singing career which she was sure he could attest for with all the times she had come into the studio singing something she'd just heard on the radio - badly. Luckily they had managed to find a bassist - but now they would have to try to find a replacement for Bey.





Izzie for once seemed at a loss for words, just standing there silently and for a minute Craig didn't think she was going to respond to him but then he quickly realized he had never been more wrong as the Psychosis frontwoman wheeled around on him like she was going to fucking decapitate him. It took a lot of restraint for the young guitarist to not take a step back. He held his ground, however his eyes did widen significantly. "Alright, jesus fucking christ." He muttered, holding up his hands as if to fend off an attack before shaking his head and finally taking a single step back just to give her a little space. He didn't doubt her ability to make good on her threat and so he didn't respond, deciding to just leave it at that.

Edei, however began to speak. Craig's head popped up, about to tell her to shut up if she knew what was good for her and he was completely unsuspecting of what she said next. "The International Astronomical Union (IAU) redefines the term "planet" such that Pluto is now considered a dwarf planet." Craig couldn't help it, he burst into laughter along with Cormac and for a minute he had to struggle to stop. It seemed even Izzie Martinez herself found Edei's comment amusing, as if he wasn't mistaken he saw a hint of a smile on her face. Shaking his head, he himself smiled and straightened his B.C Rich glad that the bassist had decided to try to lighten the mood. As he listened to his frontwoman speak, he gave a mental shrug. He himself had no problem with that and he had a feeling that was more directed at Izzie than anyone since he didn't think any the rest of them would exactly be an issue for the Cor Leonis group - however he was guessing Ted Marubini saw them more as Izzie's little ragtag gang than anything so he probably assumed the worst of them. Oh, well. He'd mind his own business.

It seemed Cormac decided to take Ted's comment literally and Craig couldn't help but smirk, looking at Izzie for her reply which made him chuckle a little. "So..." He paused, gesturing from the drummer to himself. "We're we're free to do as we want then?" He asked no one in particular, deciding that Izzie needed some time to just unwind (Not that he was sure she was capable of doing that).

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Edei grinned, pleased that she had gotten the tension to die off and as everyone’s laughter died down, the mood seemed to have altered. Thank God because if there was one thing that she couldn’t deal with it was drama. Or anger… Or confrontation or pretty much any negative emotion, really. Laughter and humor seemed to suit her more which was odd considering the type of music she preferred to play.

Cormy spoke up, taking Izzie’s warning quite literally and his comment had Edei laughing again. Laughter which continued with Izzie’s utterly amazing comeback and accompanying exasperation. Craig seemed to be following along the same train of thought as Cormy had because his "We're free to do as we want then?" had Edei arching her brow in his direction as she took another swig of liquor before setting the bottle down.

“Are you going after Charlotte too?! Hell, I think I better go warn the poor girl if she’s going to have you two battling over her.” Snickering to herself, Edei cracked her fingers then flexed them back and forth as she cast an eye over the group, frowning thoughtfully as she gave one last glance at her iPhone before tucking it back into the pocket of her hoodie. It was already getting halfway through the day with all the drama, the liquor trip, and the impromptu jam session. Were they going to try to get anything done after all of that or were they going to call it quits for the day?

Lifting her gaze, she cast a look at each of the other three band members in turn but decided to keep her mouth shut. It was Izzie’s band, after all, and after the rough start to the morning she didn’t want to ask anything. If worse came to worse and they split for the day, perhaps she’d stick around long enough to kick out a song or two. She had Motörhead’s “Ace of Spades” stuck in her head for some reason.

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Charlotte smiled at the bassist when he chimed in that he wasn't going to be singing either. That meant it was going to fall to Ted of course and she wasn't sure how happy he was going to be about that - it also meant he was going to have to write the lyrics probably too as Charlotte hadn't much experience trying to write lyrics at all as she normally left that to others. Hopefully Victor was good with lyrics - or maybe someone Ted knew of? She hadn't tried to write something since she was...Shit. Nineteen? Ted sighed and laughed, although to her ears it sounded rather bitter which disappointed her a bit. He then voiced her thoughts and she wondered if he had any idea of what they were going to be doing now. Bey had been a rather intragel part of Cor Leonis and she wasn't sure what Ted was planning to do to fix this - without Bey it was just him and her...and...Maybe, well, maybe Victor. Come to think of it, Victor suddenly making an appearance like he had could be very lucky for them so they wouldn't have to look for a bass player as well.

She was about to ask Ted what they were going to do when Victor suddenly spoke up. She quickly looked to Ted then, hoping to get an idea of what he was thinking. He was silent, taking a few steps away to think, probably without her and the bassist staring at him. Then he turned and looked to her, doing something she was rather used to now, although she hadn't seen it in a while - Ted's silent messages which had confused her when he had first seen him do them but she now found easy to read - the question was simple - Want him in?. She was quiet for a minute, thinking it over. Victor seemed a good candidate, she liked his playing style and he seemed a good fit for them, she thought. She nodded to Ted and then turned to face the bassist to see his reaction.

Once Ted announced their decision, the blonde's face lit up with a grin. "Welcome to the family, Vic!" She told him, cheerfully before turning and hugging Ted. "I think we made a good choice." She told him, honestly, looking up at him with large blue eyes before finally releasing the frontman and walking over to Victor. She hugged him anyways, despite the fact she'd rather do that after she knew he'd had a bath. And maybe been spritzed with her Dior perfume. She made it a short, but warm hug and then took a step back and decided to ask him a question she'd been dying to ask since meeting him. "Say, Vic...do you, ah...Have any place to stay in town?" She asked him, curiously. Judging from the state of him, he really didn't...





Izzie verified that she didn't care what he or Cormac did, so long as they kept it outside of the studio, however he chuckled quietly when she elaborated, saying she didn't want to walk in on anything that could be uncomfortable. "Good enough for me." He said and then turned and looked at Edei with a sheepish smile. "Ah, well..." He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. "Not necessarily... I just wonderin'." The young guitarist told her, honestly before busying himself with retrieving his pick from the top of a nearby amp before Izzie seized his attention and he found himself raising a brow at her words. Jersey Shore love triangle? Honestly, he didn't know where she came up with some of this shit, but hey, it was Izzie..."I don't mean to crush your dreams of making Psychosis a free jazz group -" He both inwardly shuddered at the prospect of Psychosis turning to jazz and at the same time wanted to laugh at the idea of Izzie Martinez playing something like that. "but I promise there won't be any Jersey Shore love triangle bullshit." He told her, shaking his head and then turning to Edei. "And there won't be any battling." He promised the bassist with a grin. He found the Cor Leonis drummer rather attractive but he wasn't going to risk starting anything with Cormac if he had any interest in her because he genuinely didn't think it was worth it if his drummer took it badly - knowing Cormac, the next time he got drunk would start pointing fingers at him and Craig would really like to avoid any conflict with his bandmates if possible.

Craig was called away from his thoughts by Izzie's voice, turning his head to look at her, just as she stamped out the cigarette on the floor and declaring that progress was to be fucked today. Oh well. He thought, wondering if he should bring an ash tray next time so the floor wouldn't get destroyed. "Alright, jam day works for me." He said, and then cocked his head to the side at her words, raising a brow. "...I don't think I even want to know, Iz." He told her, shaking his head. He actually liked jam on his toast and would like to continue to be able to eat it... and if something could drastically alter Izzie Martinez's view on it, he didn't know if he would ever want to put jam on his toast ever again after hearing it.

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Edei’s train of thought was always erratic at best so during the ensuing conversation she kept her lips zipped as her mind conversed with itself. Did I sound jealous? She asked herself and her eyes narrowed slightly, darting between Cormy and Craig as she tried to decipher the emotion behind her question. Why else would she care about whether or not her two bandmates fought over that gorgeous, blond… hooker that probably wasn’t good enough for either one of them and didn’t even have the decency to dress like a metal musician and instead seemed to wear shit replicated from Barbie’s wardrobe.

Fuck.

Maybe she was jealous. No, not jealous. Protective! That sounded so much better. She had no reason to be jealous since the two men were her band mates and nothing more. They hadn’t even hung out anywhere other than work so they barely even counted as friends. So that was it. She was being protective, not jealous. She simply didn’t want them to get their hearts broken.

Edei gave a satisfactory nod at the conclusion of her inner dialogue while cocking a brow in Izzie’s direction at the mention of a realistic ‘jam day’ and she refrained from asking about it since she too didn’t want jams or jellies ruined for her. Though her mind didn’t hesitate in trying to dig up a few scenarios which would make Izzie hate the foodstuff for the rest of her life, Edei didn’t hang onto the topic too long and instead she scooped up her bottle and took one last swig of the liquor before finding it a nice safe place to hide until they were done with their ‘jam session’ then she slipped on the strap of her bass, interrupting the conversation with a quick and angry bass line. She had been waiting for the chance to play again and she easily segued into one of the Psychosis songs that she had learned from their last record.

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Going home and hanging out at her rather modest apartment after band practice hadn’t seemed like a fun idea. So instead, as soon as Psychosis dragged their asses out of the studio she had gone home long enough to shower and change into a tanktop and jeans before popping right back out of the door again.

But where to?She thought to herself, chewing on her lip as she strolled out to the sidewalk, letting the road stretch beside of her in either direction whiles she sorted out her choices for the evening.

She was hungry and Z’s didn’t exactly serve... Well, food. They were more of the peanuts and pretzels kind of dive bar that seemed surprised when you asked if they had anything of substance somewhere hidden in the back and though she knew Z well enough to waltz through his apartment on the way to grab liquor, she didn’t know him well enough to head upstairs and make herself a nice sandwich from his own fridge.

Hrmmm…

Her head swiveled to the north, squinting in the direction as if trying to recall other places worthy of wasting time. Tricksters? No, too redneck. Arooga’s? Gah. Hell no! That was a sports bar… And a crappy one at that. Turning to face south, she adopted the same countenance as she pondered her options. She wanted something within walking distance so….

O’Lordan’s! A rowdy Irish joint with tons of space, a menu full of pub grub and over 100 different choices of whiskey. Dimly lit for ambience and even though smoking was no longer allowed it still somehow maintained a smoky haze throughout. Always packed, there was usually room for people at the huge U-shaped bar in the center if they couldn’t find a table or booth somewhere else. What girl could say no to dinner at a place like that?!




By the time Craig’s text caused her phone to violently blare out her ring tone, she was sitting at that same U-shaped bar tucking into fish and chips while gesturing like an Italian while she told some fellow drinkers about the time that she thought it would be a great idea to show people how small she was by trying to slip through the bars of one of the cages at the local zoo. She had to wipe the inevitable grease from her fingers to grab her cell and text back, "Way ahead of you in the drink dept. I’m at O’Lordan’s down on 5th. Come on down!"

Then, since she didn't know whether or not Craig had texted the other bandmates, she took a picture of the liquor-lined wall behind the bar and sent the pic to both Izzie and Cormy along with the words, "Drinks? O'Lordans.". Short enough so that if Izzie wasn't in the mood to come out drinking, she wouldn't be pissed enough by the text that she would come down to the pub simply to vivisect Edei but the text was long enough so that at least Iz knew that she was invited. Edei had a sneaking suspicion that Izzie didn't hang out with too many people and goddammit if Edei was going to let the lead singer be a recluse! Well, unless she really wanted to be a recluse. The cards weren't really stacked in Edei's favor but she would keep on trying.

With those texts sent, she slipped the phone back into her pocket and downed the rest of her whiskey, pushing it towards the bartender with a grin. “Might want to start a tab, then. Looks like I’ll be here longer than I thought.”

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Craig's lips tilted up into a smile when the bassist broke off from her story and turned to face him. "Indeed." He said. He hadn't caught much of it, but what he had made him a bit curious as to what it had been about. He called a 'thanks man' to the bartender who slid his beer over to him before he took a healthy sip of it, listening quietly as he was informed that Cormac would be joining them as well, since apparently he'd given a response to Edei and not him, which didn't really come as a surprise. Oh, well. There went the plan of just spending some time with Edei himself but he didn't really mind, he'd given Cormac the invitation to join them as well and it could be nice to hang out with the both of them outside of the studio. "Oh, really? Good. I'd invited him earlier, but I didn't get a response so I figured he was probably asleep and not coming." He said, shrugging and then going to take another sip of his excellent beer before pausing, his glass halfway to his lips when Edei continued, saying she'd invited Izzie as well who had declined. He arched a brow at her, clearly skeptical. Never in his whole life had he heard Izzie Martinez apologize for not being able to attend a social gathering. Edei seemed to be trying to hide her amusement at something - at what, he had a pretty good idea. "I'm sure she was most sincere." He said, a touch of sarcasm finding it's way into his voice. He had a feeling he knew what the singer actually had actually said, since he'd gotten something similar from the few times he'd invited her to try and get to know the band better. "She told you to fuck off and die in a fire, right?" He asked, smirking slightly as he looked at the dark haired bassist expectantly.


The young guitarist turned, his eyes falling on Cormac who'd just placed himself to Edei's right. "Hey, man." He said, offering the drummer a slight smile before taking a sip of his beer and watching as the bartender shot the enthusiastic Cormac a look of true disdain since he'd finally had a break from the constant coming and going customers at the large horseshoe shaped bar. Craig smirked a little at what Cormac said. He was starting to doubt that Izzie was actually pocket-dialing him and beginning to believe it was more like her purposely trying to give the drummer a heartattack. "Your damn ringtone almost gives me a heartattack. You should really change it before it kills ones of us." He told the drummer, however he was starting to think having a phone with that ringtone could be rather fun to have lying around the studio since it could be rather amusing to see who jumps out of their skin first.

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"Oh?" Craig asked, raising a brow at Edei after she clinked her glass against his and informed him that he was mistaken - that Izzie Martinez had given different response. Still, he had high doubts that it was much nicer, especially since the bassist was biting her lip as if to refrain from smiling or laughing. Then, she told him. The response made him smile. Yeah, that one definitely sounded like something Izzie would say as well. He cocked his head to the side as Edei debated whether the hole threat was better than the fire threat. "Well, either one you're going to die...Depends, are you being buried in the hole you're dying in or are you just in a hole and dying? If you're buried alive, then you'd suffocate... If you were burned alive the flesh would sear off you bones, I wouldn't imagine it would take too long for that to kill you..." He narrowed his eyes as if deep in thought and took another sip of his beer and then pausing when he realized how morbid that sounded. "You know what, I think I've been listening to too much death metal." He said chuckling a little and shaking his head at himself and casting an apologetic smile at Edei.


Looking at Cormac, Craig's lips twitched into a smile. The punk was already covered in alcohol and he probably hadn't even been in the bar for ten minutes, but as the drummer said - he was basically obligated to be covered in some sort of alcohol at all times. What amused Craig mostly though was the fact that Cormac hadn't even finished most of his drink that he'd just spilled on himself and he already nearly sounded intoxicated.

That was when Edei asked about the ringtone. "Cormac's text message notification...ringtone, thing. It's Napalm Death's "You Suffer"...I'm almost positive I'm not the only one who's been startled when that thing goes off unexpectedly." He told her with a shrug and smile before turning to look at Cormac who was informing them that he always planned to change it but kept forgetting. Craig raised a brow at the drummer who seemed to be in a sort of daze, his eyes even glazing over for a few moments before asking them if that was some sort of mental condition. "Perhaps you have Alzheimers." He joked, smirking as he raised the bottle to his lips and took a sip.

He then tilted his head and listened as Edei posed yet another good question (although this one was slightly more interesting than what Cormac was planning on changing his ringtone to). He let the drummer answer that question, at least for now. Craig was still fairly new, only having been around for almost a year. Normally he spent a lot of time with his bandmates - but Psychosis, not so much. Mostly because Izzie told him to fuck off and leave her alone - which he was okay with and Cormac kind of did his own thing, except for the time or two Craig had invited them to come hang out with some friends. He let Cormac finish his speech before he nodded his agreement. "Pretty much what he said." He told Edei with a shrug. "I just try to stay on her good side - I've only been with Psychosis for a few months - almost a year, I guess." He admitted.