Dizzy was in the common room of the bus,  he had recently been reamed out by a lovely young woman who found her way onto the bus  by promising sex,  yet she only brought the preaching’s of religion.  He had a bottle of grey goose between his leather clad legs,  it was only halfway finished but it looked like the young man had probably downed most of that on his own.  His cheeks were burning crimson, and his eyes weren’t focusing on anything, even though the pale blue orbs were currently trying to watch a random anime on the TV.  The odd thing was,  the voices obviously were in Japanese, and the subtitles were in Spanish and everyone in the band knew that Dizzy couldn’t understand either language.<br/><br/>When he heard the singing, he let out a little giggle.  “Light, Love..  I love that song…  but I’m so fucking hung over.” his oddly feminine voice said.  “Give me a few more hours before you sing those lovely little lungs of your’s out.”