forum I’m really craving something supernatural huh // OxO // CLOSED!

Started January 06, 2020 by @GoblinKing

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Alex smiled a little, catching his lower lip between his teeth for a moment, shaking his head. He wasn't quite sure what to do now. Should he go say hello??

(I gtg soon most likely)

(no problem, gn!)

Danny’s eyes scanned the bar, looking around for Alex. He caught sight of him, now trying to somewhat fix his hair while still leaving it nicely disheveled. Danny waved Alex over, taking a sip from the water bottle at the edge of the stage.

Alex came over, giving Danny a quick smile. "Hey." he greeted. "Sorry for skipping out like that earlier. My dad is…like I said, he's…not doing great."

“Aw, no- no, brother, don’t be sorry. You’re fine, dude. Hey- uh, this is Fraser, my bassist. Drummer Oz’s out sick, so you’re just stuck with us two bastards playing.” Danny laughed, elbowing Fraser slightly.

“Like he said, I’m Fraser. You?” The bassist stuck out his hand, other one resting in his pocket.

(I’ve definitely been toying with the idea of Fraser & Danny dating,, what do you think? I’ll split them up eventually, this is just a temporary thing)

Alex shook Fraser's hand. "Alex." he replied with a smile. He looked at Danny. "Yeah. And you already told me earlier, remember?"

(It's totally up to you, dude)

Danny thought for a moment, head cocked. “Oh. Yeah, I guess I did, didn’t I?” He leaned on Fraser a bit, hands in his pockets. “Forgot, I guess.”

Fraser laughed, somewhat uncomfortable at the decline in conversation. “..So, Alex- you new to town?”

(..I’m a sucker for that type of thing, to be honest, so I’m thinking that’s what’ll happen)

Alex smiled a little. "Ehh, not really. I grew up here, had some…issues…left, and now I'm back for a while." He replied with a shrug.

(Alright! Sorry for not being on tonight, was busy)

(It’s alright, I was too, lmao!)

Fraser nodded, wrapping an arm around Danny’s shoulder. “Sure, sure. I’m sure you heard this before, but you won’t miss bein’ here, I’ll tell ya that much. Place’s weird as fuck.” He grunted, checking the time. “We’re on in 15. Everythin’ set up?” Fraser looked down at Danny, awaiting an answer.

Alex chuckled. "Yeah. I mean, I missed my parents, but I don't think I missed anything else." he shrugged his shoulders, eyes flickering away from the two to study the crowd.

“Pretty much. I got the amps ‘n shit hooked up the best I can- didn’t bring the pedalboard, obviously, so didn’t need to hook that beast up. Do I really need a mic? I’m loud enough, right?” Danny frowned, looking at the microphone that stood tall on stage. It was worn away and discolored from use, and the tripod was plastered in stickers, but it worked well enough.

(it's fine! Oof lol. Awwwww cute!)

Alex, sensing that he was no longer needed, began to drift away, having spotted an old friend in the crowd that he wanted to talk to.

Fraser nodded, watching Alex walk off. He pulled Danny close to him from a moment, placing a kiss on the top of his head before letting go. “Yeah, you’re loud enough, but trying to get the mic running wouldn’t hurt.”

“Fine, fine..” Danny grumbled, already beginning to sort out the different cords.

(Should we just skip to their set? It’ll be short, lmao, but I feel like that’s the best course of action)

(yeah sure!)

Alex was sitting with an old classmate, someone who had been one of his good friends. She was about a year older than him, and a few inches shorter. But he already knew that she'd be able to drink him under the table in a contest. She was here with her significant other, a gender fluid person who was currently using the pronouns of he/him.

“Good evening to my hoes, bros, and all those in between.” Danny purred into the microphone, finally deciding that it was worth using. “You may notice that we’re missing our drummer Ozzy tonight, so you’re stuck with me ‘n Fraser. Let’s get started, yeah?” Danny barked his last sentence, practically oozing confidence.

Alex smiled a little as he turned his attention to the stage, where Danny and Fraser were. His friend, Layla, was still talking quietly with her lover.

The couple was already in their first song, Danny’s voice a far cry from how he had been speaking just seconds before. It was no wonder his voice always sounded so awful, honestly- the boy couldn’t seem to stay away from snarling and snapping his lyrics. His stage presence was there, to be sure, he didn’t seem to sit still longer than half a measure.

Alex listened, and shook his head a little at the way Danny was treating his voice. He's going to destroy that voice sooner or later.

“Jesus fuck.” Fraser laughed a little bit at the end of Danny’s song, shaking his head. “Fuckin’ hell. Here’s what’s gonna go down- I’m gonna sing for a bit and let Danny shut the fuck up, alright?” He adjusted the height and placement of the mic to be better for him, quietly counting off the song and beginning to play. His own singing voice was much deeper than Danny’s, much less aggressive and feral.

Alex took a deep breath, taking a sip of his drink. He couldn't help but like Fraser's voice, but then again he liked Danny's voice just as well.

Danny’s fingers danced on the neck of his guitar, almost as if he were trying to sing through his playing. He went through a few more songs, finally piping up at the end of the fifth or so. “Alright, so. We ran out of original music, so, because we love you very much- we will be taking requests but only if it’s cool.” Danny specified, pushing his hair out of the way. A thin layer of sweat began to form on his skin, causing his hair to stick to his forehead.

(i might have to go soon, idk)
(also you know how Alex's curse is also sort of possession? I was thinking maybe he loses control of it at some point this evening if that's okay with you?)

Alex chuckled. "And what constitutes as cool?" he yelled out, making sure he could be heard over the noise of the crowd. He was laughing a little.

(alright, and yeah, that’d be good! i really like that idea actually, lmao!)

“You fucking know what cool music is!” Danny barked back, a wolfish and toothy grin on his face. “Gimme punk shit, man! Rock!”