Derek "Rekker" Sterling (![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
rage_rekker) wrote2021-08-11 04:17 am
rage_rekker) wrote2021-08-11 04:17 am
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.
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.
Edited 2021-08-11 08:21 (UTC)
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.
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.
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.]
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.]
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.
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.
I'm thinking about starting my own brand of guitar and bass.
The waves are largest late fall.
The waves are largest late fall.
That sounds like a worthy goal. I've had a play on a few bass guitars myself but my Fender Telecaster is my love. I wouldn't trade her for anything.
I've never tried surfing but it looks fun. Back in Sweden I swim the many lakes and rivers surrounding my hometown.
I've never tried surfing but it looks fun. Back in Sweden I swim the many lakes and rivers surrounding my hometown.
I started on Jackson and ESP but I've been playing my own longer.
I've always lived by oceans or traveled to them.
I've always lived by oceans or traveled to them.
Continued from here
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.
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.
Edited 2021-10-03 02:42 (UTC)
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.
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.
Oh yeah? Jacksons are good for fast rhythmic playing like metal and thrash. I can see why you chose that one.
I fancy dipping into LA waters soon since I'm not actually playing with any of the bands. Maybe I could invite Bjorn to come along too.
I fancy dipping into LA waters soon since I'm not actually playing with any of the bands. Maybe I could invite Bjorn to come along too.
Surf season is starting. I'm always at the beach.
I've always wondered about surfing. It's not such a big thing over here because our seas are often too choppy and cold for surfing. I'd love to give it a go though and I'm sure Bjorn would love to swim.
I'll have to warn him it isn't a nudest beach though because he sometimes strips off when high or drunk.
I'll have to warn him it isn't a nudest beach though because he sometimes strips off when high or drunk.
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.
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.
I know of a couple private beaches where no one would care that have decent waves for a beginner.
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.
"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.
Edited 2021-10-08 20:56 (UTC)
Oh, you do? Well, this might be easier where my brother is concerned. He's rather wild and crazy. Learner waves are good. Then we won't all end up swallowing big mouthfuls of salty water.
I know all about your brother being a trashy, naked bitch.
I can teach you to surf. It's not that hard.
I can teach you to surf. It's not that hard.
Rekker's trashed from drinking way too fast. It wasn't so much laziness as he was too drunk to get up. He wasn't even drinking from a glass, just starting on the second bottle. Rekker managed a drunken smile when the pale singer appeared on the back patio. He hasn't been this drunk in awhile, mostly because he didn't have any booze around.
"You're not fucking sober either." Drunk, his British accent comes through thick and sort of slurred. "You were partying without me too you whore."
As Bjorn leans down he tries to push away the hair ticking his face, shaking his head to try and get away from it and laughing. He's totally wasted and can't stop laughing once he's started. Bjorn does get a full handed ass grab now that he's close enough. Rekker is way too drunk to be anxious about anything.
"You're not fucking sober either." Drunk, his British accent comes through thick and sort of slurred. "You were partying without me too you whore."
As Bjorn leans down he tries to push away the hair ticking his face, shaking his head to try and get away from it and laughing. He's totally wasted and can't stop laughing once he's started. Bjorn does get a full handed ass grab now that he's close enough. Rekker is way too drunk to be anxious about anything.
Edited 2021-10-08 21:17 (UTC)
The trashy part I know about. The naked part I'd rather not.
That would be nice, vän. I'm sure once you gain your balance and have a few wipe outs it gets easier?
That would be nice, vän. I'm sure once you gain your balance and have a few wipe outs it gets easier?
"Sober? What the fuck does that even mean? You're right though, honey. I'm fucking trashed like you are."
The Swede wondered what brought on Rekker to drink and part of him wanted to yank the bottle out of the ginger's hand and throw it into the hot tub. The man was depressed and not mentally stable. Should he even be drinking? Yet, Bjorn was no party pooper, even if he did worry about Rekker and the whole him being drunk thing.
"I thought you didn't drink."
Bjorn tapped Rekker on the nose in a playful way and just hoped the Brit wouldn't crash after getting smashed out of his face. If he did then the Swede would look after him just like he did in the elevator. So, for now, he would monitor it all best he could whilst still being mentally coherent in some form.
The Swede wondered what brought on Rekker to drink and part of him wanted to yank the bottle out of the ginger's hand and throw it into the hot tub. The man was depressed and not mentally stable. Should he even be drinking? Yet, Bjorn was no party pooper, even if he did worry about Rekker and the whole him being drunk thing.
"I thought you didn't drink."
Bjorn tapped Rekker on the nose in a playful way and just hoped the Brit wouldn't crash after getting smashed out of his face. If he did then the Swede would look after him just like he did in the elevator. So, for now, he would monitor it all best he could whilst still being mentally coherent in some form.
"You know what it fucking means." The ginger can't stop laughing. "You definitely are trash."
Rekker has to fight the giggles to get a drink from the bottle. His mental health may or may not suffer from this, but his stomach definitely was going to and likely find the Swede holding his hair for him at some point before morning.
"I don't." He grinned, snatching Bjorn's hand for that nose tap and yanking him toward the lounge chair. It's sturdy wood so at least if Bjorn falls on it, then it won't break. "Unless some trashy whore spends hundreds of dollars on hair spray and leaves me a case of whiskey."
This was why Rekker shouldn't drink, once he started he didn't stop and had no control. For the moment, he's playful and not much worse for wear.
Rekker has to fight the giggles to get a drink from the bottle. His mental health may or may not suffer from this, but his stomach definitely was going to and likely find the Swede holding his hair for him at some point before morning.
"I don't." He grinned, snatching Bjorn's hand for that nose tap and yanking him toward the lounge chair. It's sturdy wood so at least if Bjorn falls on it, then it won't break. "Unless some trashy whore spends hundreds of dollars on hair spray and leaves me a case of whiskey."
This was why Rekker shouldn't drink, once he started he didn't stop and had no control. For the moment, he's playful and not much worse for wear.
I don't mind either.
It's better not to wipe out. You can get clobbered in the head with the board like I did when I was learning.
It's better not to wipe out. You can get clobbered in the head with the board like I did when I was learning.
I'd rather not get wiped out either.
Then, it's best if I stay on the board and not make myself look like a complete dumbom.
Then, it's best if I stay on the board and not make myself look like a complete dumbom.
Bjorn giggled when he felt himself get pulled onto the wooden lounge chair on top of the ginger. Rekker wanted cases of whiskey? The Swede would gladly buy it for him but knew he couldn't. The man shouldn't even be drinking and this wasn't the normal behaviour for the metalhead because he was smashed. Still, Bjorn wasn't a party pooper and liked seeing this playful side of the man.
"How about I give you a millionaire's blow job?"
The Swede was drunk too and obviously horny since his hand was now snaking down between Rekker's legs offering his crotch a good squeeze. Did he want to swallow the Brit whole? Fuck yes.
"I can be your tarty whore for the evening."
"How about I give you a millionaire's blow job?"
The Swede was drunk too and obviously horny since his hand was now snaking down between Rekker's legs offering his crotch a good squeeze. Did he want to swallow the Brit whole? Fuck yes.
"I can be your tarty whore for the evening."
Rekker couldn't answer because that grab got a gasp and he almost choked on the whiskey he was drinking. He laughed though as soon as he got his breath back, setting the bottle on the ground beside the chair so he could pull the Swede in for a kiss.
"You're always a bitchy whore." And Rekker loved it as much as he didn't want to admit that. He craved the bitchy singer's company and that was getting to be about more than sex.
"You're always a bitchy whore." And Rekker loved it as much as he didn't want to admit that. He craved the bitchy singer's company and that was getting to be about more than sex.
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