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For Hans

[rage_rekker]

Continued from here.

Flicka? Does that mean you're not a horse?

[That was certainly an insult people might want to avoid and all he could think of for Flicka was the horse movie.]

I know of Hunter. I'm Rekker Sterling, lead guitarist, songwriter, and luthier I've swam in the Channel but I prefer surfing.

We don't get along.

Re: For Hans

[swedish_rocker]

Flicka does not mean horse. It means girl.

Hunter is my ex-partner. Nice to meet you, Rekker Sterling. You are a luthier? I am a guitarist myself and enjoy plucking notes on my Fender. Surfing is good but I've never tried it.

Fair enough since everyone is allowed their own choices in life.

[rage_rekker]

Flicka is a female horse here.

No one had the guitar sound I wanted. I made my own. Surf season is coming. Fall and winter are the best waves.


[Rekker is oddly pleased to see the acceptance of his dislikes. Most people fight him on them.]

[swedish_rocker]

Now I know something new.

I know the feeling on that. I've played so many guitars and end up going through so many. The Fender was the eventual one I settled on in the end.

What's it like surfing in Autumn and Winter? I like to swim in the ice lakes in Winter.

For Bjorn

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Hurry up you whore or I'll drink it all without you.

Rekker took two bottles of whiskey out on the back patio to lay out on one of the lounges there to drink. He hasn't drank in a long time and the burn is soothing. He's missed it and he's drinking fast. By the time Bjorn arrives Rekker has almost downed a fifth of whiskey. He has loud thrash metal playing on the outside sound system and he's vaguely playing around with the remote control, tossing it in the air while sucking down whiskey pretty fast.

Stretched out in only his jeans in the warm California nights he's wondering if the glam brat was going to show up. The front door was open in case the Swede actually showed up. The Brit didn't have high hopes for it, feeling for sure that Bjorn would get distracted by something better than him, even if it was just snorting drugs or drinking.

[metallhuvud]

Don't be a fucking greedy guts.

Bjorn was soon at Rekker's door banging on it loudly whilst giggling because he was high as fuck on coke and drunk. How much had he and Hunter drank? That fucking Joe kept spiking his red wine with Jack. Hunter giving him a shit ton of red wine and the Brit bassist kept tipping huge amounts of Jack in every time. Fucking amazing. Then there was Erik who kept daring him to do shots with him. How many Sex on the Beaches had he drank? 5? 10? Whatever.

"Hey, Gingerlocks, open up! You'd better not be fucking naked jerking off in there."

So tactful as usual.

[rage_rekker]

He's out in the back porch stretched out and lazy when he hears the banging. There's no way in hell he's getting up...both because he's too comfortable and he's cracked the second bottle already.

Come around to the door by the hot tub, through the house. I'm out back.

Bjorn could follow the deck around and through the sliding door into the bathroom. Rekker isn't getting off this lounge chair for anything except maybe another bottle after this one.

[metallhuvud]

Bjorn rolled his eyes at Rekker's laziness. Fuck this. Why couldn't he just open the door? The Swede did follow the message though as he opened the door by the hot tub and walked down the side to enter the back. Seeing the ginger sitting in the lounge chair drinking made the singer lustful because the Brit was so fucking hot.

"Hey, sweet cheeks. I see you've started this fucking party without me. Rude."

The Swede stuck his tongue out and then walked over to greet the grumpy ginger. He was too high and drunk to care as he leant forwards kissing Rekker's nose. Bjorn had already tanked up prior upon entering the mansion because he'd been drinking with the bands and had snorted a considerable amount of coke too. Joe had seen to that.

For Hans

[rage_rekker]

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Devon is a good man.

It's too easy to fall accidently. All the fucking bullshit he causes though is worth it. I don't fucking know why but it is. Even when he drives me to wanting to slit myself open he's somehow fucking worth it in my twisted, sick head.

Re: For Hans

[swedish_rocker]

"Yeah, I know how easy it is just to say fuck it all and end it because you don't even know how to think like a normal person anymore, whatever the fuck normal is."

Hans sighed and realised it felt good to talk with someone that had been there. Died and came back again. The Swede hadn't even known just how close to death he'd actually been but it was pretty fucking close. Hunter had explained this to him back at the hospital briefly before he walked away and got on with his life.

"Devon sounds like a rock. Someone to hold onto when everything goes to shit."

[rage_rekker]

"I've never been normal. I was a kid the first time I tried to die."

It did feel oddly good but Rekker knew to be careful because his own dark went way far down into the abyss.

"He is but I know some of it is learned. He's a shithead about it but we check in on him too. He gets lonely and broods sometimes."

[swedish_rocker]

"It's not your fault your body is telling you to do things like that. There isn't such a thing as normal anyway, at least I don't think so. Social norms were what drove me to commit suicide."

Hans nodded, understanding about Devon wanting to be alone and brood because the Swede was guilty of that too. Hunter often coming to find Hans when he was alone and including him in conversation and passing the guitarist a soda. The singer was such a mother hen it warmed his heart.

"Being lonely isn't fun but it helps when you have caring band members around with you. I sometimes get told I sleep with my guitar and have my head buried inside of it."

For Rex

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It's not a nickname. It's just what he is tonight. I usually call him whore or bitch. They try to call my car the sex mobile, obviously they are confusing it with my brother's limo.

Get a drink and some popcorn. Tonight is going to get wild.

[glamguitar_guru]

"Whore or bitch? The boy doesn't get offended by those names? I suppose this is all new to me and usually those are offensive names where I come from. Unless Bjorn liked being called those names."

What did Rex know? The ginger and the trashy Swede obviously had something going on and who was the Brit to second guess it?

"Your brother's limo is the sex mobile then? Ziggy's limo? Also, when you say wild---what kind of wild are we talking here?"

[rage_rekker]

"If anyone else called him a whore, bitch or harlot I'd fucking kill them." In Rekker's mind it was a pet name like calling someone else's girlfriend or boyfriend sweetheart and knowing that most other people used it as an insult.

"Everyone fucks in it." Rekker started laughing. "Who the fuck knows. That's why you sit and watch."

[glamguitar_guru]

"I think I'll be doing a lot of sitting and watching throughout this crazy tour. But I do like taking part in some crazy things myself unlike my brother who likes to watch and not get involved."

Weird being the more responsible of the brothers even though he was younger. Rex often said Weird acted like a 52 year old man instead of the young 22 year old he was. It was strange but a fact.

"I'm single at the moment and I'm not sure if I should advertise this fact or not."

This was considering some of the trashier members of the tour looking for a good fuck or two. Rex had been keeping an eye on that Dane boy though---Ansgar? He was hot.

For Isamu

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I'll have them bring a pot of coffee and another cup.

[Rekker was happy to have some calmer company for once. He adored Bjorn and the other musicians but sometimes he just needed a break.]

[itmeanscourage]

Isamu strolled into the cafe a short time later, his usual satchel slung over his shoulder. It had a fresh omamori dangling from it, a new years tradition he observed without fail. Noticing Rekker, he offered a friendly wave as he approached.

“Good morning.” He yawned, and sat down in front of the empty cup that was waiting for him. It would not be empty for much longer. “Apologies. Last night was not very conducive to sleep, and I am now coping with the consequences.”

He’d been doing some productive overtime in the lab, but the troubled sleep was more a product of Minoru’s text messages waking him up. Normally, Minoru was considerate of their opposing schedules, but every once and a while, he either forgot, texted the wrong person, or impulsively thought it was too important to wait.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker grumbled in response and sighed before saying "Good morning."

Rekker pushed the pot and the tray of coffee amendments toward Isamu. "I thought I would get some sleep because Bjorn passed out early but every person that walked by the door banged on it to try and get him to come out."

Bjorn had been dead to the world but Rekker never actually got to sleep between all the banging.

For Bjorn

[rage_rekker]

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Rekker caught the signing and knew exactly what they were saying but the words in his ear from Bjorn caused him to growl quietly. He couldn't stop it and his body was waking up in ways it just shouldn't with his students here.

He was about to answer when the knock on the table got his attention. The students did that when he got distracted, though it usually wasn't this kind of distraction. He turned his attention from Bjorn to the signing and nodded. Ana grinned and then laughed as she stood up. The younger girls running to the back of the house. They were going to go out and take care of the goats and his horse. They had some time and as soon as they were out of sight he grabbed Bjorn's crotch and bit his neck.

"Get in the bedroom!" Normally Rekker would right here but not with the kids, not in the dining room while they were here. The bedroom though, that was fair game. Rekker knew Ana was well aware of what was going on. He'd taken her and her boyfriend out and they had the same kind of moments certainly.

[metallhuvud]

Bjorn looked up from his food when he heard the knock on the table. Was this how the students got Rekker's attention? It would seem so. The singer giggled and then cried out when the Brit bit his neck and grabbed his crotch once they were alone. Fuck! The Swede then laughed and jumped off Rekker's lap to stick his tongue out while running away towards the bedroom but not quite inside it.

"Make me, bitch!"

The Swede wanted to play games with the grouch while the students were busy outside. At least if they did fuck it would be in private within Rekker's bedroom. Instead of walking into the bedroom as he was told, Bjorn bent over in the doorway and wiggled his ass at the grouchy ginger just to tease him.

[rage_rekker]

He would make him for sure. As soon as Bjorn got to his feet, Rekker was on his and the Swede barely got away. Rekker wasn't going to run after him but that wiggling was enough to make him crazy. He headed right for the Swede and if Bjorn didn't run he was going to get snatched around the waist and dragged off to bed.

However, Bjorn was certainly going to pay for running off. The Brit felt angry inside over the way he ran away.

For Bjorn

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Rekker came into the bar ignoring everyone else even if he acknowledged the usual chaos was going on. He had a one track mind. It didn't take long for him to spot Bjorn leaning on the bar and waiting for his shots. Rekker didn't say a word as he grabbed the singer around the waist from behind, shoved him into the bar and bit the back of his neck.

Re: For Bjorn

[metallhuvud]

Bjorn was about to lean over to pick up his shot just as Joe downed his and Aarne was next. Fuck! What the?---someone was grabbing him from behind which caused the Swede to scream and then squeak when he felt those teeth at his neck. He was being shoved into the bar too!

"Fuck, babe!---"

It was Rekker and Bjorn squealed a little because he wasn't expecting the ginger to sneak up on him like this in the middle of a packed bar. Fuck! Joe laughed and then bit Aarne on the ear just as the ginger was now attacking his blond in all the best ways. Bjorn reached up and yanked some of Rekker's long ginger hair, giving it a hard yank.

[rage_rekker]

Rekker probably smelled of whiskey more than anything at this point. He couldn't even remember how much he and Mick had drank. The ginger growled at the hair pulling and reached down to grab Bjorn's crotch.

"You're such a hot bitch." Rekker snarled those words in the Swede's ear as he shoved harder against his ass. Rekker's too horny and drunk to think much about the bar.

Aarne laughed and pulled on some of Joe's hair before downing his shot and turning around to give him a kiss.