@Skylark
(i’m back!)
Damien pulled up outside and took a breath.
Its fine, Kari is here, nobody’s gonna mess with you
(i’m back!)
Damien pulled up outside and took a breath.
Its fine, Kari is here, nobody’s gonna mess with you
((Hi!))
Eric sat down, smiling slightly, eyes scanning the room.
Striding inside, a grin pasted on his face, Damien enters the club. Immediately, he takes in the crowd looking for someone…
Where is he? I mean she. Yeah. Kari.
Eric glanced to the door, seeing Damien. He quickly snapped his head back, cheeks turning red.
"Dude, what's up with you? You've been off all day."
"It's nothing, Jackie-boy."
Finally, Damien spots Eric, who is talking to his band mate. He feels an odd rush of disappointment, but tries to shake it off, turning to look for Kari.
Just ‘cause you promised him a beer doesn’t mean he wants to spend time with you.
Eric shook his head slightly. "Look, it's nothing, just leave it alone."
Spotting Kari at a table near the stage, Damien headed over with a wave, trying to keep himself from looking back over at Eric.
"Dude, you're blushing over Damien. Something is up. What happened last night?"
"Nothing happened!"
“Kari!”
“Dude, where the fuck did you go last night?”
“Uhh, home…”
“How? I thought the stand-in was your ride?”
"Bullshit."
"Honest! It was a weird night, but nothing happened!"
"Sure, Eric, I'll buy it."
"Shut it, you sarcastic fuck."
“So, I, uh, might have ridden home with Eric..”
“Eric? Like your hot-but-annoying frontman rival Eric?”
“Oh my god shut up, Kira, what if someone heard you? And… yeah.”
“Holy shit, dude.”
"Fine, okay, I gave him a ride home last night!" He said, giving in.
"What? I thought you hated him!"
"A little louder, would ya? I don't think everyone else quite heard you."
"Details. Now."
“It’s not a big deal, Kira. He saw me stumbling, and helped me out.”
“Dude. You got roofied again, that kinda bad.”
“Ugh I shouldn’t have told you.”
“I’m your best friend and resident badass, you should obviously tell me this shit.”
"There isn't that much to tell."
"Then why were you apparently not home all fucking night?"
"…Okay, so he may have talked me into staying the night, but nothing actually happened."
"What?"
“How the fuck did you pull that of, Dami?”
“I just… asked? It was late, he helped me, and I asked him to stay.”
Kira wiggled her eyebrows with a grin.
“Oh my god. Get your mind out of the gutter!”
"Calm down! It's not that weird! I felt bad for him, I gave him a hand, and he asked me to stay."
"People don't just spend the night with their rivals without something happening, just saying…"
"Shut up! He wasn't that sober! I have fucking standards!"
Damien rubbed his face, groaning.
“Kari, stop. He doesn’t think of me that way, we’re rivals, remember?”
“Yeah, uh huh.”
“Seriously!”
“Do you think of him differently?”
“… no comment.”
"Okay, ignoring that you're standards are basically 'they like me back and don't seem like they'd hurt me', I call bullshit."
"I-no! I do not think of him like that!"
"Again, bullshit."
“Come on. At least admit he’s hot.”
“Fine, he’s hella attractive, you happy?”
“I am somewhat appeased.”
“Fuck you, Kari.”
“You’re not my type. Go fuck Eric.”
“Ughhhh”
"Seriously, shut up, nothing happened."
Jack smirked slightly. "You like him."
"Shut-shut up!"
"You do!"
Damien put his face down in the table and sighed.
“Look, Kar, I love the support or whatever, but it doesn’t matter. He hates my guts and this was just a fluke.”
“You don’t know that, I mean, you act like you hate him, but you obviously don’t.”
"Slight flaw in your shitty logic: he doesn't like me." He said, waving him off.
"You don't invite people you don't like to spend the night."
"It was a one-time thing."
“C’mon, dude, I know you saw him, go over and talk to him.”
“I don’t think so. He’s talking to someone, anyway.”
“It wasn’t a suggestion”
“Wha-“
At that, Kari grabbed his wrist and started dragging him across the club.
Eric looked up, freezing like a deer in headlights when he saw Kari dragging him over. AAAAAAAAAAAA-
Jack gave him a concerned look, before looking behind him.
Kari stops in front of Eric and his band mate with a grin and pushes Damien in front of her towards Eric.
She turns to the other man, “Jack, right? Want to get a drink with me?”
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