rage_rekker | Overflows from where I tried to get away from people

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.

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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.]

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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.

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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.

For Hans

For Bjorn

For Hans

For Rex

For Isamu