forum "Oh, never was there a tale of more woe-" "Calm your tits." (OxO) {OPEN}

Started June 05, 2023 by @CWPoofToxicRush

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"Hey, I wasn't the one being a whore on stage!"

Kane rolled his eyes, trying to get the bartender's attention. "Why am I friends with you?"

Ean casts a glance down the bar and notes a few of the faces and then looks back to Cassie, “I’d say. . . There are a few hot guys here, Cassie, what do you say we-“

Cassie cuts him a glare, “f you’re trying to set me up with someone, drop it.”

Ean snickers, “What? No, I’m talking about me.”

Cassie blinks, “Oh- Ohh. . . Right, sorry.” She smirks, “If that’s how you want to spend the night, be my guest.”

"Anyway, did you see that chick in the audience?"

"Hm? Oh, uh, yeah." He said, trying to feign interest. He never found quite the right moment to tell them that girls weren't exactly his bag, and he wasn't about to do it in a crowded bar. "Pretty thing, huh?"

"Think I'm gonna go find her. You're like, chill here, right?"

"Go get her, Jackie-boy."

Ean huffs, “Are you coming with, or are you going to sit here ‘drinking the blood of your rivals’>” He asks, clearly joking.

Cassie shrugs, “You don’t need me, go. Be. . . Whatever it is you are, Ean.”

Kane watched Jackie leave, sighing a bit as he ordered a beer, putting it on Jackie's tab to mess with him a little bit in return for leaving him.

Ean laughs and gets up, taking the glass with him as he moves down the bar, trying to find someone interesting to speak with.

Kane lazily sipped his drink, eyes scanning the crowd for someone he wasn't currently arguing with.

Ean pauses and then moves towards Kane. He had no clue who the guy was, but still. Always a chance to make new friends, right? He snorts softly too himself, and stop walking, halfway there.

Kane caught sight of someone approaching from the corner of his eye, turning to look at them. He looked them over, raising an eyebrow, recognizing him from the band who played that other set.

Ean hesitates before finishing his pash and stopping next to the other guy, “Hey. . .”

Kane gave a soft hum of acknowledgment. "You're from that thrash trash band, yeah? Yelling Sheep or some shit like that?"

Ean laughs, “The Screaming Goats. But, yeah, it was kinda trashy. We’ve accepted the fact, though I have been told to leave them behind and persue my career, but. . .” He shrugs, “You sounded pretty good, though.”

Kane shrugged a little, starting to run through all the sour notes and missed cues. "It's whatever."

“Look, you guys didn’t sound like a dying animal. We did.” Ean looks at him, grinning, “That’s why we call ourselves the screaming goats.”

"At least you're self aware." He said, taking another sip.

Ean laughs softly, drinking from his glass, “Yeah, I guess so. I don’t think I sound like a screaming goat though.” He chuckles softly.

"Maybe just a little." He said, glancing around to make sure none of his bandmates were around- they never let him live anything down. "Could I buy you a drink?"

“If that’s really what you want to do. And do you think I sound like a screaming goat? Be honest.” Ean smiles slightly.

"…You pull it off." He said, going to get the bartender's attention again. "What's your poison, man?"

“Black Russian.” Ean replies. “What do you mean by ‘I pull it off’?”

"Dunno. You just do." He said before ordering.

Ean looks confused, “Ok, whatever you say, love.” Ean let the endearment slip, and didn’t pull it back. He typically called people he liked ‘love’, and he liked this guy so far.

Kane froze for a moment, cheeks flushed.

Ean looks at the young man, his gaze taking in to details. That seemed to have flustered him. Ean laughs, “What’s wrong, love?”

"Nothing, why?" He asked, trying to quickly recover as the bartender came back over with Ean's drink. "What's your name again?"

“Kirean. But most of my friends call me Ean.” He smiles, “You?”

"Kane. Kane Carter." He said, smiling sweetly.

Ean nods, “Nice to meet you Kane.” He murmurs, resting his chin on his palm.

He smiled, passing him the drink. "Here ya go, man."