forum All's Fair in Love Songs And War (OxO) {OPEN}

Started March 15, 2021 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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Eric shook his head slightly, focusing back on talking with his bandmates, smile turning a little more genuine, throwing his head back in laughter, hearing the next band up start to play. "Oh, shit, ain't this that new grunge band?"

Damien’s heart skipped a beat when he looked over and saw Eric smile. That fucker…

When the band started playing, he looked away from his rival. “Hey, Kira, is the the band you wanted to see?”

“Yeah, i’m getting closer, wanna come?”

“Nah, I’ll stick here”

She shrugged and headed towards the stage, Miles and the stand-in bassist following. Their drummer had already disappeared after their set earlier, so now it was just Damien in the booth.

"C'mon, I'm heading down front!"

"Wait up, Jack!" Eric said, grinning as he jogged to catch up with his drummer, shuffling through the crowd of people and trying to make sure he didn't stomp down on someone's foot.

Damien sipped his beer and watched everyone crowd the stage. He loved music, and had been looking forward to this new band, but, God, was he exhausted. It had been a long night and an even longer week.
Honestly, he was tempted to take a cab home, but didn’t want to ditch his band.

“Ah this is the life,” he murmured sarcastically to himself, eyes on the stage.

Eric jumped around in the crowd, loud and slightly obnoxious laughter piercing the air, playfully shoving Jack, grinning at his friend's surprised flailing. THIS IS THE FUCKING LIFE!

Jack shoved him back, sending him tumbling to the ground.

Still moping, Damien headed back over to the bar for another beer. Sitting down to wait, he turned his attention back to the stage, where he saw his rival in the crowd.
Then he saw when Eric fell, and half stood, scanning the crowd to see if he got back up.
Why do i care about that asshole, anyway?

Eric got back up, cursing a few times since someone else stumbled and managed to stomp on his stomach. "Fuck you." He wheezed, smiling at Jack.

"To be fair, I wasn't planning to send ya down like that!"

When he saw Eric get back up, Damien sat down and shook his head. I must be drunk if I give a shit about him. Picking up his new beer, he headed back for the booth, where he saw their drummer, Roy, back and drinking his own beer.

“Dude, where’ve you been?”

“Eh, I had to go out back and call my sister.”

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, you shoulda seen how many texts I missed.”

“Sure, buddy.”

Eric smiled, looking back over at the bar. "Wanna get another beer?" He asked, raising his voice a bit over the music.

"Sure!"

He grabbed Jack's wrist, pulling him along to the bar.

Damien shook his head with a laugh.

“Your excuses are getting worse, man.”

Looking up, he saw Eric and his bandmate head to the bar. Of course he’s having a blast while my night sucks ass

Eric waited for the bartender to be free, leaning against the bar, eyes flicking back to Damien again. Why do I keep looking back at him?

Watching Eric out of the corner of his eye, Damien took a slow sip of his beer.
Speaking of ass… He shook his head. What the fuck am I thinking?!
Smacking himself on the forehead, he started to get up.
“Roy, dude, I’m heading out. I need sleep.”

((Sorry, I was super tired and passed out last night!))

Eric hummed softly, listening to Jack ramble about something, half tuning the man out. He glanced back at Damien again. Damn, he looks dead tired… wait, why am I worrying about him?

((you’re fine! i totally understand. I on the other hand, was up until 4am. mistakes were made))

Sliding out of the booth, Damien sighs and rubs his face, praying that there’s already a cab outside. He heads towards the door, only stumbling a bit from the two beers (plus exhaustion). I don’t feel so good…

Eric looked up as Damien walked past, smirking a little. "Still tripping up from earlier?" He asked, laughing a little. Is he okay?

Damien looked at Eric, biting his tongue. He couldn’t even bring himself to snark back. Oh god… He took a few steps away, but started to fall and had to grab the bar. was there something in my drink…?

"Awww, bad night?" He teased, biting his lip. The hell? He usually sasses back, at least-damn, how drunk is he?

Damien blinked at the other man, trying to form words. “My drink-“ he started. His legs felt like lead. I’m so… dizzy…

Eric caught his arm, trying to steady him. "Hey, man- Jesus fuck, how much did you have?" He asked, teasing tone gone.

Not much, Damien wanted to say. Sure, he had been planning on getting drunk, but he’d only had two beers, and he could hold it better than that, anyway. Unable to form words, he slumped a bit against his rival. He’s never going to let me live this down…

"You got a ride?" He asked, trying to keep him upright. Damn, is he a lightweight? "Anyway home?"

Damien had been going to take a cab, but that didn’t seem like a good idea right now. He shook his head at Eric, squeezing his eyes shut. Fuck…

…Am I actually about to do this? Fuck it, I don't hate him to that point- "Need a lift?"