Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread
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				Title: <strong>Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 22:21:11</strong>
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				(http://img156.imageshack.us/img156/3070/newspaperq.jpg) <br><br><strong>Sunday, May 16th, 2011. 11:56pm</strong><br><br>screaming crowd (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARJ_6liARmU#)<br><br>The stadium is packed. What was suppose to be a 2 hour show has now stretched into a 4 hour encore. The band seemed to have no end to the sheer energy it was giving off in this performance. The fans cried for it, and they delivered it. What made things worrysome was the fact that they were still in Texas. It would take 3 days travel just to get to Chicago from here. <br><br>"Delinquents! Delinquents! Delinquents!" The crowd shouted! They were riled up, and each member was drenched in sweat from the hot spot lights. The sound of blaring guitars, heavy drums and sweet intoxicating voices could be heard over the massive speakers on either side of the band. <br><br>Panties, bras, and every other assortment was thrown on stage. Girls, topless with band members written on their tits were straddled over their boyfriend's shoulders, testifying their undying affection for the band. On stage all 5 of them were gods to the people below. Adrenaline, the most intoxicating drug, was coursing threw their veins. With each chord Sang, with each solo preformed the crowd screamed for more! <br><br>As the last note was sang, the crowd begged for more, but the lights went out and "The Delinquents" finally left the stage. Backstage was Maggie, the manager, as well as an assortment of food and booze. Soft plush couches was littered with beautiful women. They screamed when they saw the band members walk back. <br><br>Maggie's phone would ring. The Caller ID said: Walter Vice. He was the CEO of ImagiCorp, and a man who demanded people's full attention. Out on stage several stage hands rushed to collect the band's instruments.<br><br><strong>OOC:</strong> Feel free to mingle, get to know one another's RP style. This should be a great place to do that. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 22:43:04</strong>
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				Boss's adrenaline was pumping as he exited the stage leaping down the steps full of life and energy. He let the band pass him by as stood looking back to the stage. Hearing the crowd roar their name was something more powerful than any drug he's ever taken. "Fuck yeah!" Boss fisted pumped and turned around to his other band members. "We rocked that fucking show."&nbsp; He grinned and ran up to Maggie grabbing her and shaking her playfully. "Did you hear that Maggie. We fuckin rock that shit!" Perhaps Boss was raging too hard, but he couldn't help it. He loved when the fans responded the way they did. Running up to a wall he pushed off with his foot as it planted against the wall. Doing a back flip and celebrating. <br><br>Walking over to the table he grabbed a Monster energy drink, and popped it open and began to drink. Lowering the bottle from his lips Boss looked to Aurora and smiled. Giving her a small nod, Boss looked to the girls on the couch. All of them were yesterdays future and now todays whore. Or at least that's how he saw it. He was a star he didn't know any girl who would take her panties off to him, if he wanted her in that way that is. Turning his hat to the side Boss dove on to the couch and planted himself between Neveah, and Jazz. Wrapping his arms around both of them he grinned. "Alright so which one of you liked the show better?" A crazy question to ask two beautiful women, but he wanted their honest opinion on the show, and could care less which really enjoyed it more. <br>&nbsp;
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				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>16-05-2011, 23:18:19</strong>
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				There was a familiar vibrating at her hip as her phone picked up an incoming call. The ring was impossible to hear over the feverish roar of the crowd, but she'd been expecting Walter's checking in. Despite his many eccentricities, the man was a creature of particular habits. Before she could answer, however, Boston made his vocal appearance, giving her a playful shake that both made her grin and swell with nerves at being touched. Still grinning uneasily, she ran her fingers through her mussed hair the best she could as the drummer indulged in his after show high in his characteristically daredevil way. <br><br>Watching him still from the corner of her eye, she answered, plugging her other ear in doing so. <br><br>"Do you hear that , sir?" She asked through an elated smile, peeking out to glimpse the crowd. <br><br>"<em>Yes I do. Yes I do little miss. That sounds like money in the bank.</em>" He beamed, punctuating his approval with a light, throaty chuckle. Walter was not a difficult man to read. When he was happy he was happy, when he was not... well he was <em>definitely</em> not. "<em>This is what I've come to expect from you. Keep it up for the rest of the tour. And we'll talk about a tight bonus. Pay increase. Benefits. You name it. As for the rest of those fuckers, they deserve to be treated. You make sure they get anything their little half baked hearts desire, and I mean <em>anything</em>.</em>" He directed, voice dropping low. Walter was careful never to incriminate himself on the phone, but he didn't need to in order for Maggie to understand. <br><br>"Yes, sir." She answered uneasily, phone flipping shut. This was unarguably the worst part of her job. After a deep, calming breath, she returned to the others and hovered off to the side, arms folded in front of her, trying to disappear into the background. In the absence of a dedicated go to dealer among the group, it had become outspokenly known that she was the one to pry at with requests for whatever vice the band and their favoured followers might crave. She wasn't a fan of meaningless alcohol fueled groupie sex, but she hoped it would be enough tonight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 00:49:26</strong>
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				Ava stood with a clipboard in hand and a headset with the microphone just by her lips. She tapped her foot nervously hoping that everything was going as planned. The lights beamed on cue and the amp volume was just right. A smile finally crept on her face as she saw the band walking off stage. Sighs of relief were heard across the mic as she whispered "Awesome." Anytime the band was on stage she was alert and anxious hoping that nothing went wrong as far as the lighting and mics. Her grip loosened on the clipboard and she pulled her hair down from a ponytail, running her fingers through her hair as she walked to return the headset and clipboard. <br><br>On her way she stopped by to check in with Maggie. At first she couldn't find her in the mix of bandmembers and groupies until she took a second look. Walking up to her she smiled content with the band's performance. "With a band as good as these guys I bet you feel lucky to be the manager." She said with a 'Awesome job guys.' to the rest of the band as she left down the hallway to another room. Knocking first she opened the door and entered slowly putting the clipboard down and unplugging the headset to sit it down on the counter.
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				Post by: <strong>fallenangel77</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 01:35:14</strong>
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				Neveah stands at the front of the stage for what had turned out to be the best Delinquents show ever.&nbsp; She would have never been able to attend a concert like this while still living at home in England.&nbsp; Her parents would have never allowed it, not even her father who never said no to anything.&nbsp; The heavy thump of the music was like a drug for her.&nbsp; She closed her eyes and let the music move her body.&nbsp; As the last song ends and she hears the band say their thank yous to the crowd, Neveah moves towards the backstage entrance.&nbsp; She smiles at the security guard, who allows her to pass through.&nbsp; Neveah takes a seat on the couch, crossing her long legs and smiles, anxiously awaiting the band to come off stage.&nbsp; <br><br>Boss was the only band member on Neveah's mind for the night.&nbsp; She knew that she would have him before the night was over.&nbsp; Neveah was flipping through her cell phone when she sees Jazz walk up and sit down on the opposite end of the couch from her.&nbsp; Not looking up, Neveah rolls her eyes and continues to act busy, not paying no mind to Jazz at all.&nbsp; When the band finally arrived, Neveah looked up and grinned at the Boss's comments and the way he shook Maggie.&nbsp; She knew he was pumped up and knew she was going to be in for a good time tonight.&nbsp; When Boss sat down between her and Jazz, putting his arm around each of them, she nuzzled in close, pressing her body into his side.&nbsp; Boss asked&nbsp; "Alright so which one of you liked the show better?".&nbsp; Neveah giggled and said Of course it was me!&nbsp; I never miss one of your shows!&nbsp; It was by far the best show ever.&nbsp; Your drum solo was hot and made me tingle all over.&nbsp; I've never seen your hands move so fast.&nbsp; She leaned in and kisses Boss' neck right below his ear.&nbsp; I want too see those hands move like that, up close and personal.&nbsp; Do you think you could show me?&nbsp; Neveah asks, wasting no time expressing what was on her mind.&nbsp; Neveah looks up at Boss, hoping that she will get what she was looking for tonight. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 01:39:17</strong>
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				Vance waited until everyone else had left the stage before walking off. His energy was feeding from the crowd and knowing he would step off would be his kryptonite. He would feel his energy drained and want to sleep but there would be no sleep until Brooklyn or in this case, Chicago. <br><br>As soon as he left the brightly lit stage he saw everyone celebrating. "C'mon mates that was bloody brilliant, eh?" he said in his best british accent that turned into Canadian. His goofy attitude was a bit different than everyone else but he figured he could fit in somehow. Everyone needs a Bass player. <br><br>His black bass guitar still around his neck, his Sharpie shirt drenched in sweat, he needed to drink some Caffeine. He handed the bass to a roadie and leaned against the wall as he started to chug an entire can of Rockstar energy drink in under a minute. 
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				Post by: <strong>SwtMocha</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 02:37:09</strong>
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				Tonight was one of those nights that people dreamed of. Everything was just right, the energy was high the crowd was wild, people were fighting to get backstage to see the band so Jazz had to shoulder her way through the crowd, her short mini shirt hugging her round hips, as she held her laptop bag close to her body. She felt several suggestive tugs on her arm but ignored them all until she was close to the door and one rather persistent guy yank her arm almost making her bag fall.&nbsp; This got her attention. She glared at him her hazel brown eyes catching the light. <br><br>“Release my arm!” she whispered not liking to draw attention but also unhappy about men just grouping and grabbing her.<br><br>“Why are you in such a hurry babe stay out here and enjoy the party”<br>But before she could say anything else she felt a over powering presence behind her and smile.. as the security guard placed his hand on the guy’s wrist squeezing it until the guy got the message. <br><br>“Thanks “ she said with a smile that lite her golden eyes, he was a sweetheart<br><br>as she step into the room her good mood was instantly restored. This was a night to party to dance to enjoy ; she wouldn’t think about her job, she would just enjoy the ride.&nbsp; As she sat on the cough she saw Naveah roll her eyes and hid a smile. Everyone knew that she wanted Boss and tonight Jazz might allow her to have him.. <br>"Your performance was .. ok.. " She teased Boss <br><br>&nbsp;Then she saw Vance walk in and all smiles faded <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 03:22:35</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....sitting on the Bus and enjoying the privacy .......concert seemed to just finish . </strong><br><br>&nbsp;John had a cowboy hat on and it was tipped downwards covering his face ...part of him had wished he had a BB gun or something to shot that one light out across the way. How he managed to park the bus in just the right spot so that son of a bitch just about blinded him when it came on was just bull shit.&nbsp; He was adding a a damn BB gun to the list of equipment needed that was for sure. Grumbling as he was in a pair of tight jeans and a T-shirt with his feet up, work boots leaving a nice white chalky substance on the tan leather dash.&nbsp; <br><br>This bus was like driving a condo down the road ...he never seen nothing like it . Reaching over to pick up the Rolling Rock to get a sip or two before putting it back down . The music from the concert was blaring over across the walkie talkie ....he could hear the radio cut in from the stage and light crews . The man just listened and continued rolling his perfect little joints as soon he would have the silver tin full of them . One roll of his tongue a twirl of his fingers ...sweet end twist and a flip into the container . Reach over and grab another paper ...hell a trained monkey could do this shit he figured. <br><br>Since he no longer had music ....the man leaned forward and turned on the radio as the announcer dude was going on about the concert . Smirking to himself , John just continued rolling as he was about done in this bag anyways . Having caught up on the needed sleep earlier part of him wondered what the zoo would be like tonight , too bad no little sweet thing had come a knocking on the Bus door yet . He could use a blow job anyways but more than that really as he was in a mood again and that old craving for a certain red head filled his mind . As he wondered whatever happened to her as the woman had helped him get over Victor . <br><br>His remembrance brought out a heavy sigh ...as his fingers worked the roll on the next joint in his mindless assembly line endeavor. Sad Part was the tin most likely would be empty by the end of the night . 
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				Post by: <strong>Kristine</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 13:23:16</strong>
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				It was the biggest show in her life. Alice definitely know that. Her fingers were still slightly shaking and crowd in front of the scene was waving like the sea in stormy night. <br>Her feelings were mixed. She was proud, satisfied and lit up, filled with adrenaline but at the same time, somewhere in the corner of her heart, felt some utter hate, even toward the people cheering her and band's name.<br><br>It was that feeling that many out of this crowd didn't really care for her music at all and wanted just an excuse to get high and laid with some chicks. Alice knew that these kind of people would cheer all the same on most concerts, being it rock, rap or fucking Lady Gaga. She saw them as some unimportant, useless baggage for earth, who don't have any idea about what music is.<br><br>But she loved the feeling as well. She was on top, like she used to be... and everyone else were unimportant.<br><br>The backstage was full of noise, vibration and her fellow band members swimming in the pool of fame. Alice smiled at Boss, who loosing no minute was already up to some fun, and then there was Maggie. Only person around her she respected for real. <br><br>Alice knew that Maggie probably talked with Walter already. She knew people like Walter far too good. Her father was something like him. She didn't know if Maggie and Walter had something private between them, all she know was that Mag cared about band not only out of need to serve her boss.<br><br>Walking at her, Alice leaned toward Maggie's ear and whispered smiling with her trademark sarcastic smile: "So... what's up... Big Daddy's happy, ain't he?"
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				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 14:06:58</strong>
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				Boss was listening attentively to what these girls had to say. Hearing the soft spoke Neveah speak, it was as if she followed his intention through and through. Looking down to her as she closed the distance between their bodies. His mouth formed an over egotistic ego grin. He leaned in closing the distance between their eyes and the quickly his hand was upon her breast groping it with some strength, "Did you catch that?" He smiled wide and threw his head back and let out an evil laugh. He was quite thrown off when he heard Jazz's tease about the bands performance. <br><br>His laugh stopped and his eyes quickly sought the beautiful face of the groupie beside him. "Just okay?" Boss slipped from between the two girls, and fell to his knees. Doing his best to shift on them he placed himself in front of Jazz, and let one of his hands gently caress the leg of groupie. Softly he spoke, "Well maybe I will just have to show you how my playing is better than okay. A little later perhaps?" He winked to Jazz, and then looked to Neveah and blew her kiss. Jumping up to his feet with just sheer for from his knee, Boss spun around and looked to Maggie. <br><br>His look a bit of a crazed look, but that was normal when ever he approached Maggie. He liked to have fun with her, though their relationship how ever sporadic it usually revolved around when he needed drugs. Marijunna, Blow, OCs(Oxy Cottons for those who don't know.), what ever she could get her hands on to appease him or any other band member. He slowly approached Maggie who wasn't in the same spot as earlier. "Hey what are you doing over there?" Boss jumped from the balls of his feet, and made a power landing in front of Maggie. <br><br>At first he stared at her wondering if she could read his thoughts, as she could on several occasions, but knowing Maggie she was probably feeling awkward with closeness which was maybe three or four inches apart. Putting his hand on a small bar above their heads he lifted on to his toes, and began to swing closer, and further from Maggie. The crazed look in his eyes, had become calm, warming, and inviting. Though he really wasn't inviting Maggie to do anything yet. His last swing inwards he held himself in that spot as his eyes met with Maggie's. "I need drugs," he grinned and then looked to Alice smiling. She being close to Maggie hadn't changed his direct request, but then his eyes widened, and he slowly swung back and let the bar go planting his feet on the ground. He spun in a one eighty degree turn, and began to walk off. "Fuck yeah!" That being his reaction to what he just realized and to Vance being just as excited as he was about the show. <br><br>Giving Vance a strong fist pump he slowly walked off towards the bathroom Boss's eyes looked to the silent Aurora. His mouth opened but no words came out. His lips forming the words "Join me?" As he entered the small hall way he saw that the bathroom door was closed partially, and with his right foot he kicked it open and then he looked back to Maggie shouting, "I got it!" Stepping in to the bathroom he closed the door, but not locking it. A drug addict and former drug dealer didn't care where he was or what time it was. All it took was the look, and they had their man or woman, though it was scarce that he had found a woman drug dealer. So the off hour or so they had before the show Boss had found the man with that look, and scored his own drugs tonight. The weed smelled like it would be some bomb shit, but the blow looked like it would only half appease his addicting needs. <br><br>Reaching in to his pocket Boss brought out his piece for such occasions, and the bag of herb. Opening it and inhaling strongly he quivered in amazement of how good it stunk. Taking a seat on the toilet with the lid down, he shifted his body facing the sink. Pulling a large nugget of the bud out, Boss began to break it down in to pieces. He was surprised at the lack of seeds, because if this was some good shit he would be trying to grow it. Packing the weed in to the bowl Boss reached in to his pocket, and to no avail pulled out an empty hand. Reaching in to his other pocket after switching the piece to his other hand, again nothing. "Fuck!" Though he expressed it in a longer term the just the normal way of saying fuck. "Shit! Damn it! Motherfucker!," (I'm a smoker of what I won't say, and I can't tell you how much I've cursed over losing my lighter.) Though it was pointless Boss looked all around the bathroom for something he start a flame with. <br><br>He wasn't about to go with out his fix, not now there was no way in hell. Bending his knee he felt something weird press against it, and when he patted his knee and the world was right again. Pulling his pants leg up he caught his lighter as it fell from his pants. "Fucking hole in my pants," he let out a strong sigh, and ignited the sweet stinky weed, and took the longest drag of his life. Of course the first drag was always the longest drag. It was the best drag the one that would start it all. Getting up, and grabbing his bag of herb he sat back against the wall facing the door. Holding his breath feeling the power of his herbal remedy relieving him from his worries, and stress. The buzz going straight to his head, he pulled the piece to his lips again, and with the small flash of his lighter he began to inhale more. This was his Rockstar life style, and he was living it.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 14:52:00</strong>
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				<strong>Aurora Draven</strong> <br><br>Aurora was the last off stage, her eyes hidden behind a dark pair of sunglasses. She wore a faded black Johnny Cash shirt that clung to her lithe form, torn low rise jeans and an old pair of black chuck taylors on her feet. A cigarette dangled from between her lips as she let the smoke bleed through her lips. Her hair covered part of her face as she made her way down the ramp and joined the rest of the group. <br><br>Women and men mingled and she easily spotted Maggie off to the side whom was predisposed of by Boston's crazy antics. The girls were pretty, and the cheering from the crowd out front could still be heard. How ever, the ringing from the amplifies was still fresh in Aurora's ears. <br><br>Aurora didn't talk much. She was never known for it. The lead guitarist of the "Delinquents" approached the buffet table and grabbed a bottle of Vodka. Her nails were chipped with black nail polish. She then twisted the cap, taking a long swig of the drink, feeling it burn her throat on the way down. Her cigarette was quickly placed back between her lips as she inhaled a drag. The cherry glowed brightly, the reflection seen on her mirrored glasses. <br><br>She saw Boston mouth the words 'join me' as he moved to the bathroom. She contemplated for a moment but decided against it. Even though the concert was a huge success, she felt empty after walking off stage. She yearned for the 'High'. <br><br>Carrying the bottle of Vodka Aurora swept past Maggie, not even giving her a glance as her face was hidden behind the long strands of ebony. Aurora was more mysterious and exotic, the only person truly close to her was Boston, and even then he didn't fully 'get' her. Aurora left&nbsp; the back stage. Many could safely assume she would probably head to the bus, probably to take a shower or unwind. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 17:19:24</strong>
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				When joined be the stagehand, Maggie forced a smile. She knew what it was like to be on the lower rungs of an operation, and tried to show everyone, from bus driver to passing groupies, some respect even if on certain occasions she simply hadn't the time or energy. There was only so much she could do to keep up pleasant appearances when asked how awesome it was to have her job. "Yeah... it sure is something else." She cringed inwardly at the lameness of the forced response. <br><br>Alice's appearance spared her from further embarrassment, but it wasn't without it's unpleasant surprises. Maggie enjoyed the girl well enough, respected her talent and self confidence, but still maintained feelings of protectiveness toward the younger guitarist. Maggie couldn't imagine how she'd have fared if tossed into a world of sex, drugs, rock and roll when she was 19, but she was reminded time and again that she was not like her. Case in point: the small prick of nerves as Alice leaned over to whisper in her ear blossomed into a near panic at her question. Though the girl likely hadn't intended it, "Big Daddy" sounded distinctly <em>sexual</em> to her ears. Until very recently, she'd been under the impression she'd been given the position of manager exclusively because of her tight laced attitude, but Walter's recent advances made her wonder if he had ulterior motives - if she'd been given the job exclusively as a means to get leverage on her. The thought that anyone else suspected this was the case <em>terrified her</em>. She forced a smile, assuring herself she was overreacting. "Yeah, Walter is as happy as a pig in mud... very expensive mud. You guys did great." She answered, placing a little added emphasis on the CEO's real name. <br><br>It was out of the frying pan and into the fire as Boston approached. She liked the drummer, she really did, but there was two Bostons she knew, pre show and post show. Post show Boston, as lively and enthused as he was, usually wanted to engage with her exclusively over the matter of drugs. Though she'd never tell him, on their first few stops his requests had sent her into the heart of a few pulse pounding sketchy situations. She'd since learned his preferences, and came prepared to a new city knowing where to find his favorite vices, but it never made the task of filling his order feel any less... guilt inducing. She tried to mask her unease in having his warm, hard, sweat slicked body hovering a few precarious inches from her own. She didn't yield an inch, and kept her eyes on his throughout, finding at least some comfort in the calmness there. In those brief moments it was difficult not to allow her imagination to wander, but any seeds of inappropriate thoughts were crushed as Boston landed, announcing he needed his usual celebratory aides. <br><br>Maggie began busily flipping through her phone contacts as Boston went to greet Vance, but her feverish search ended when the drummer's shout announced he'd taken care of himself for the evening. "Oh thank Christ." She muttered with transparent relief beneath her breath, quickly donning a smile again for present&nbsp; company. She was neither offended of particularly surprised when Aurora brushed past her without acknowledgement. In fact, she was grateful that by the look of it, she wouldn't be needing her services either. Her breath caught before she could settle into a calm. Her eyes darted about the bodies in the room, though her short height made her search difficult. <br><br>"Shit." She hissed beneath her breath. "Anyone seen Davis?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>17-05-2011, 21:01:49</strong>
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				Davis had been the first one off the stage.&nbsp; Indeed, he left while the band was still playing.&nbsp; The lyrics had been finished, most of them anyway, and so he had dropped the mic stand and sauntered off.&nbsp; The venue staff had made clear the band needed to wrap it up, flashing the time before the lights needed to go on.&nbsp; Fucking pricks.&nbsp; Davis could have played forever.<br><br>Brushing through a crowd of techs and roadies, his first stop had been the buffet for a handful of something crunchy and a bottle of tequila.&nbsp; Tossing the pouring spout on the floor as he walked, Davis started in on his post-concert drinking as he explored the backstage.&nbsp; The room had bored him almost immediately.&nbsp; It was empty except for a girl setting up the food who had fled at one look from Davis.&nbsp; Shrugging, he popped open the next door he found and headed down the hall.<br><br>The show had been amazing, but it was over and Davis was already coming down from that high.&nbsp; He downed some tequila, seeing what he could do to chase one buzz after another without too much of a downtime.&nbsp; Opening some doors, Davis found supply closets, a boiler room and an unlit office.&nbsp; Sprawling himself in the office chair in the dark, Davis scooted himself back and forth, and then rolled it right out the door into the hall.&nbsp; Boots up on the wall, he reclined the back until he was looking up at the ceiling and started pouring the tequila down his throat.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 00:32:33</strong>
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				Pushing her bangs back she closed the door behind her as she exited the room. Looking across the hallway she saw Davis leaning back in a chair with a bottle of tequila at his lips. Back were everyone was she heard was seemed to be Maggie asking about Davis. Poking her head in she called his name, her softspoken voice wasn't heard over the guzzling of the tequila. After two more attempts she took&nbsp; a step inside the room knocking on the door frame. Once she got his attention she remembered why she had even crossed the hall in the first place.<br><br>"Hey Davis, Maggie is searching for ya." Before she got a response she slipped out of the room and down the hall back to were everyone else was. It was no surprise to see Davis downing a bottle of tequila, hell it was more surprising to see any of the band members sober. Ava had never got drunk or taken any type of drug, the closest she's gotten to smoking was an occasional cigarette when her nerves were fried.<br><br>Needing a bit of energy she picked up a monster energy drink and gulped it down. Finishing her drink she stood near a wall taking a look around at her surroundings. A familiar sight was taking place, soon mostly everyone with the exception of a few people would be sober through the night; she would be one of those few sober people. Seeing that her job was done tonight she decided to head to the bus.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 03:21:25</strong>
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				Davis looked up with interest as a door opened up in the hallway.&nbsp; It was with some disappointment that he heard what Ava had come to say.&nbsp; "Yeah, well, what's new?" he asked, to no one in particular.&nbsp; Ava was already heading back into the backstage lounge.&nbsp; He could hear the commotion now with the band, the crew, who knew who else had gathered to celebrate the up and coming band's first big gig.<br><br>The door shut, leaving him again under the hum of the fluorescent lights.&nbsp; Davis spun in a circle in his chair.&nbsp; He'd make it back out there he supposed, once he was properly energized.&nbsp; See how big his mates could party.
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				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 15:08:50</strong>
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				<strong>The Sneaking in of News Reporter...</strong> <br><br><br>(http://www.maderatribune.com/photo/img/f4003/P_6_Camera_man.jpg) <br>(http://thumbs.dreamstime.com/thumblarge_398/1242175873ojWjcz.jpg) <br><br>"Carl! Move your fat ass!" Sandra Woods said as she hustled down the numerous hall ways of the back stage Arena. Carl, the cameraman huffed heavily as she shouldered his camera and followed after her. <br><br>It has taken 300 dollars to bribe security but she was finally in. Everyone knew the Delinquents were the hottest thing in music right now, yet only one interview was done with them, and it was with Rolling Stone Magazine. That interview had Davis talking about his role in the band and his expectations. The lack of info made the band all the more desirable, leaving every news journalist to attempt to score the "Interview of the Year" with the entire band. <br><br>As the two hurried down the dizzying hallways they could hear the screams of the crowd in the background. "Christ, they are getting rowdy out there..." She commented, clutching her microphone between her breasts as she peered around the corner. It was then that she saw Maggie and the rest of the group of band members and groupies, partying after the amazing concert. <br><br>"Carl, when I say go I want the camera on and full coverage on the Band members and Manager, you got that?" Sandra whispered, motioning down the hall. <br><br>"Got it!" Carl replied, positioning himself to get a running start.<br><br>"Go!" Sandra said, bolting from around the corner and running up to the group. "Alice! Vance! Do you have a moment to tell us what your feeling after tonight's show!?" The news reporter was up on them in a flash microphone jutting out in her well manicured hands. <br><br>The bright light of Carl's Camera beamed directly in both their eyes, revealing the sweat from the nights performance on their skin. "Vance, can you comment on the rumor that your currently in a relationship with Lady Gaga!?" Sandra asked, and then spinning around and pressing the mic up to Alice's mouth. "And Alice, how long have you been with the band? You are the youngest member, do you condone underage drinking!?" Sandra followed up as she motioned for Carl to scan the room and look for the reaming band members.<br><br><br><br><br><br><strong>In the Arena....</strong> <br><br>The crowd had not left yet and infact became more rowdy, screaming "Delinquents" over and over. The once zealous fans now became a full blown mob as people screamed and began throwing chairs and storm the stage. The bouncers and security rushed out from behind the stage where the band was and attempted to reinforce the rest of the security crew below. <br><br>People stormed the stage, crushing the smaller and weaker people as they did. A feverish mind set was intoxicating to those around. "GET BACK!!!" Security called out, using chairs and their own fists to try and quell the crowd. <br><br>Up in the second tier of the Arena screams erupted as the banners that had the Band's logo ion it caught fire! Screams and howls echoed in the halls as some fans tried to run away and others joined in the large mass to get back stage. <br><br><br><strong>By the Bus....</strong> <br><br>John Fredricks can see as numerous police squad cars began to pour into the packed parking lot of the arena, the red and blue lights casting a hue. Aurora had made her way onto the bus, giving a nod to John and continuing to the back, where she slipped into the master bedroom and slammed the door shut.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 18:54:36</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....sitting on the Bus seemingly seeing the madness occurring outside .......concert seemed to just finish . </strong><br><br>&nbsp;John finished the last joint ...and tossed it in the Tin just as he looked up and noticed the lovely lights rolling around the walls of the underground parking level near the arena . <strong>" Well what the fuck ...." </strong> as the answered seemed to be coming across the radio about the fans seemingly having jumped and were taking over the stage . The back stage crew were all over the situation , instruments had already been grabbed and were being loaded into the supply bus . A roll call was sounding off and John was rather anxious till every member of the crew had checked in . Then he picked the radio up and spoke .<strong> "&nbsp; Roger that ...JD in the tour bus ...copy that . All clear here ." </strong> <br><br>Just as he spoke into the radio the door of the bus swung open with some force ...as John leaned to take a look . It was Aurora, seemingly sweaty ...hot tempered at the moment and looking damn hot . He offered the woman a wink ...<strong>" Man your looking sexy as hell ....you guys outdid yourselves tonight on that stage . " </strong>Though he wouldn't push the issue much as he sat down in the seat and watched that sweet sway of her tight ass in those leather pants . Ummm ummm ummm she would indeed make a grown man cry one of these days he might just get up enough balls to attempt to tap that ass . His hand moved to adjust his own cock in his pants for the images rolling in his head surly wasn't helping his need any . <br><br>Then the door to her chambers slammed .... as JD just chuckled . <strong>" Oh Nelly ...look out someone done pissed in her cheerios . " </strong> now that was indeed interesting as he wondered just what went on . Surly over the course of the upcoming drive someone might let it slip out . He could offer a sweet massage and work that stress all out of her body , kissing the girl places she would only moan for more . Naa he wasn't that stupid ...woman done slammed the door means she wanted time alone before she ripped someone's head off . Least he wasn't about to fill in for the substitute ...smirking , umm though would be so much fun to slam her petite little body against the wall and grope that ass with a hot passionate kiss . <br><br>Chuckling he stood up and pushed the tin into a hidden compartment ...considering the cops all around might be best to put this shit away anyways . Seemed it was going to be awhile before they would be heading out or not . Making his way then doing a once over look of the communal area tossing empty beer bottles ..gathering up roaches and putting the bongs or anything else out in the open away . Better safe than sorry ...
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kristine</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 19:06:59</strong>
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				Alice got the nasty message on her cell phone not long after talking with Maggie. Reading through few words on the screen she muttered "Pizdets... nomer nado menyat... opyat (Shit... I have to change the number again)"... Alice looked around to see if anyone saw her reaction and Maggie was her prime concern. She didn't want to share it with anyone. She moved to the nearest table with drinks and poured quiet a good portion of undiluted vodka in glass. Taking the shot she did the same again but before receiving second dose of alcohol flash lights of the camera was blinding her and microphone erected just in front of the face.<br><br><em>"Alice! Vance! Do you have a moment to tell us what your feeling after tonight's show!?"</em> - she heard through the buzz in her head caused by vodka and realized at last that Vance is standing right next to her and those shiny people around just want an interview. Alice didn't exactly paid attention to what Vance answered, nodding head as if she really agrees with him. <br><br><em>"Vance, can you comment on the rumor that your currently in a relationship with Lady Gaga!?"</em> - was the second question she heard... "what the fuck" she thought to herself "When did he did Gaga"... but saying nothing, just nodding again to whatever answer Vance gave away, she chose to answer only in case if reporter directs question at her personally.<br><br><em>"And Alice, how long have you been with the band? You are the youngest member, do you condone underage drinking!?"</em> - "Well, first of all let me say, that's just a coke" She said pointing to the transparent glass in her hand, which had everything but coke in it "... And since when 19 means underage? Wait... you don't want to say that legal age for drinking in USA is 21 ain't ya? Damn, I'd better stay in Ukraine..." She added with artificial, but still charming smile on her face... "oh... and it's not so long I'm with a band, but these guys are making each day feel like a century" - her laugh was as artificial as her smile earlier.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 21:27:41</strong>
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				Ava and Alice were gone, leaving Maggie to her own devices. She was still scanning the room for Davis when she caught sight of the infiltrator news crew making their way to guitarist and drummer. Watching as bright lights fell over the faces of those under her representation, a dark, threatening presence settled over the characteristically mousy Maggie. She moved through the room like wildfire, slipping between the probing lens and Alice with a level stare aimed at reporter and camera man. Without flinching, she palmed the camera lens, and pulled downward. <br><br>"You are trespassing here." She only said that what they all knew. With a flick of a wrist in the air two towering security guards who'd already been alerted by the lights came forward to stand behind the reporter and crewman. "You have two options: surrender your footage or face persecution. Either way, this interview is over, and you will be leaving the premises immediately." At that, her palm travelled along the camera'sside to its battery pack which she tore out with one stiff pull. She tossed the pack to one of the guards and nodded in his direction. "Escort them outside. Return that to them once they off venue property."<br><br>Just when one problem was settled, the chaotic sound coming from the performance hall reached the room. A sweaty, panicked looking stagehand appeared at Maggie's side and whispered something in her ear. She immediately turned to Alice and Vance. With a calm level tone, but a look that stressed the seriousness of her request she said "Will you two please gather yourselves and head out the back to the tour buss? I will be along as soon as I've found Boston and Davis." She hoped against hope the two would be smart enough to catch on to the severity of the situation. Before leaving to head to the bathroom where Boston has disappeared, she signalled to the security guard without the battery pack to stick with Alive and Vance. <br><br>En route to the bathroom, Maggie whipped out her cell phone and text ed John: "911. Meet the band out back of the venue for pick up now. Be discrete." It was the first time she had to preface one of her text with 911, she hoped it would be the last. <br><br>Flipping her phone shut, she stuffed it in her pocket as her shoulder met the bathroom door. Her nose curled at the smoke within. With the door shut and the bathroom sealed, Maggie called out "Boston. Shit is getting seriously fucked up out there. There are reports of fires. We have to evacuate, now." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 22:15:50</strong>
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				Davis was not completely unaware of the noise coming from the backstage area, and beyond that the noise coming from the crowd.&nbsp; It brought a smile to his lips, it sounded wild.&nbsp; The half bottle of tequila he had already finished didn't hurt.&nbsp; Standing up and kicking the office chair down the hall, Davis sauntered back to the door he had come through, opening it up just in time to see the camera crew being escorted out of the door.<br><br>"Hey now, don't run, you haven't got my interview yet," Davis called after them.&nbsp; The security guards paused looking uncertain at Davis, but Maggie had already headed after Boston. <br><br>The reporter, in her turn, did not hesitate S he pulled free of the escort and headed right for Davis, pointing the microphone in her hand at him.&nbsp; They might have lost video but they could get something.&nbsp; "Hi, I'm Sandra Woods from"<br><br>"Let's not sweat it, your name will be on the byline," Davis told her.&nbsp; "You're here to find out all about the Board of Delinquents.&nbsp; I'm here to deliver."&nbsp; He gave her a charming, slightly drunk smile.<br><br>"Let me tell you about our goals for the tour."&nbsp; The reporter looked a bit crestfallen but could not quite get a word in with Davis.&nbsp; "My goal is for this tour to have a significant, significant impact on the global drug trade."&nbsp; He smiled, winking at one of the groupies who were staring at him.&nbsp; "We're going to be bigger than John Lennon.&nbsp; We're going to be bigger than fucking Yoko Ono!" <br><br>He seemed to notice the microphone just then as the reporter pushed it closer to catch him over the roar of the crowd.&nbsp; "Look at these things, ever notice what a phallic object this is?" he asked the reasonably attractive female reporter.&nbsp; "Why's it shaped like that?&nbsp; Why couldn't it be shaped like an ear?&nbsp; Or a vulva?"&nbsp; He paused as if expecting an answer, then continued.&nbsp; "It's because of the patriarchy.&nbsp; I mean you know this, Sandra.&nbsp; You're what, a women's studies major?&nbsp; A women's studies minor?&nbsp; It's hard to say.&nbsp; You know all about this.&nbsp; The men run the show.&nbsp; You know who owns my voice?&nbsp; Walter Vice, that's who."<br><br>Davis seemed to just be getting warmed up, the security milling about, uncertain, the reporter lapping it up.&nbsp; "It's patriarchy.&nbsp; Walter Vice is paying for these words I'm saying right now.&nbsp; And he's probably shitting himself.&nbsp; Or snorting blow off a hooker's ass in Thailand.&nbsp; One of those.&nbsp; 'cause see they don't care if I call the microphone a phallic object or you take a women's studies minor.&nbsp; They've got it all sewn up.&nbsp; Walter Vice will pay me while I say this shit and then he'll go back to wiping his ass with hundred dollar bills.&nbsp; Meanwhile, what do you get paid for talking to dicks like me?&nbsp; Not much, right?"<br><br>"You can go ahead and fix my grammar when you write this up."&nbsp; Davis sat himself on the edge of the buffet table, nonchalant while staff and crew seemed to be streaming from the stage area out the back of the building.&nbsp; "You've probably got an English major or minor there too.&nbsp; Now what was I saying?"<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>18-05-2011, 23:45:12</strong>
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				Another reporter? Vance rolled his eyes and started to answer the question with his best phony British accent. "Bloody hell, What is a Gaga? Anyway, I wouldn't touch a gaga with my 20 inch co--" he said getting cut off by the security guards. He had to laugh as they were rounded up. When he was told to hurry to the bus he didn't argue. He may be the most sober band-mate but he knew how to make the media beg for him to talk. <br><br>Vance pushed his way through the halls feeling his energy being drained as he went. When he got outside, he saw the bus and ran for it getting inside fairly quickly. His sharpie shirt was matted against his skin with sweat but he didn't care. As soon as he got onto the bus, he gave John a high five. "How you been mate?" he said forgetting about the accent. Oh well it was his shtick. After he passed John he moved to a fridge grabbing a monster and dropping to a couch.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SwtMocha</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 02:25:35</strong>
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				Jazz roller her eyes as she watched Boss’s antics, she lifted as well arched eyebrow when she felt his hand slip up her ebony let. He could be very charming when he wanted to.&nbsp; Jazz looked at Neveah with laughing brown eyes… telling her maybe I will let him show me later..<br><br>As Boss moved away she stood and move toward the door leading to the bus. She couldn’t help the slight shiver that course through her body as she moved well ways from Vance and towards the exit door. Maggie would have her hands full with them tonight<br><br>Jazz&nbsp; would have loved to stay and play but she had some research she need to do before the next show. Just as her hand touched the door&nbsp; she heard a commotion then<br><br>&nbsp;"Alice! Vance! Do you have a moment to tell us what your feeling after tonight's show!?"<br><br>She knew before she turned who it was.. Sandra.. Jazz turned just in time to see her forcing the mic in Vance face. She could feel her tempter starting to rising.. Why that little bitch! She mutter to herself. Sandra knew this was her story she had work to hard undercover for her to try to snatch it from her now. <br><br>Jazz almost walk over to ask her what the fuck did she think she was doing when she remember who she was suppose to be. Biting her tongue she watched <br><br>Jazz smirk hearing the Vance and Gaga leak she had put out? Vance and Gaga? Humph she was better off waiting on a Pit-bull to shit a poodle! Jazz waiting watching the ever efficient Alice start working her magic..<br>Jazz shook her head and moved out the door. She smiled at John giving him the thumbs up letting him&nbsp; know she would not be riding with the band tonight… she had other plans.. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:00:03</strong>
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				Taking a small gulp of her monster, she continued her walk on her way to the bus when she was stopped by security. "Sorry ma'am but you can't exit out this way." She nodded, immediately understanding as she heard the crowd yelling just outside the door. Turning around she thought for a second. Maggie always had a second plan when times got chaotic. She pushed a lock of hair behind her ear as she tried a different exit. <br><br>Of course when she finally got this exit there were no one guarding the door. Feeling as if she should be discreet about it she slowly pushed the door. The somewhat rusted door opened, creaking as if it had seen better days. Just beyond the door was the tour bus. The thought of resting brought a soft smile to her face. Knocking on the doors she stepped in as they opened. "Hey JD." Offering a smile she took a seat in the booth. Sighing she laid her head back resting it. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kristine</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 03:33:20</strong>
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				Alice knew that look on Maggie's face. She was always wondering where this thin lady gets her strengh and charisma from. At such moments, Alice knew she means business and didn't try to object. She decided for heading toward the bus, but not before emptying that glass in her hand. She grabbed the half full bottle of vodka from the table and drank some more right from the neck. <br><br>It was unusual to her to drink so much in such short period of time and she was already feeling herself wavy. Jumping up to the bus, Alice grabbed tapped the back of JD, leaned and grabbed the bus microphone. "Where the fuck is on button here" finding it, she turned it on and announced "Attention boys and girls! Lady Gaga fucks Vance! Really..." Alice took another huge gulp of vodka, throw the microphone to JD and stepped in toward one of the beds.<br><br>Half way through she changed her mind, took of her shirt off and turned to the shower. "That's what I need" She said and went ahead with jeans and bra still on.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Jecht</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 06:18:35</strong>
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				When he heard Alice announced that unjustice he laughed. "Alice you biatch!" he said jumping up. "If you weren't so damn sexy I would pimp slap you." he said with a laugh. He didn't let it bother him. He had worse rumors going around and the man Gaga wasn't one of them.<br><br>"Do you want someone to join you to...uh, scrub your back?" he said with a grin. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>19-05-2011, 17:48:46</strong>
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				<strong>Small Update</strong> <br><br><br>Sandra Woods was feverishly nodding as she held the microphone up to Davis. This was too good! The Band had been notorious for dodging interviews and this was the first time the press would get an actual audio conversation. Her boss would flip with excitement! <br><br>"I see Mr. Davis. Now could you tell me what you think of your band mates? And is there a new album in the works?!" She enthusiastically spoke her fist clenched tightly around the microphone base. She was wearing a low cut top, ample cleavage exposed yet still aired a bit of sophistication. <br><br>Carl on the other hand was struggling to get a new battery back into his camera when he stopped and noticed the smell of something burning. The front of the concert hall had ignited in flames as the ravenous fans have stormed it.&nbsp; <br><br>A large man, dressed in a black security shirt ran up, shouting: "Things are getting rough out there! We need to Evacuate and let the police do their thing!" his comments direct to Maggie down the hall who was looking for Boston.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 00:29:57</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....sitting on the Bus seemingly seeing the madness occurring outside as the players were taking their sweet time......radio going on about the lunatics in the stands.&nbsp; </strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">His sharpie shirt was matted against his skin with sweat but he didn't care. As soon as he got onto the bus, he gave John a high five. "How you been mate?" he said forgetting about the accent. Oh well it was his shtick. After he passed John he moved to a fridge grabbing a monster and dropping to a couch.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>&nbsp;Well Vance was following along anyways ....as John tilted his head wondering where the accent was coming from . What a card the man had always been anyways ...returning the high five .<strong> " Hey dude ...surprised your clothes aren't ripped off you ...they going on about the fans storming the stage over the radio . " </strong> watching as Vance moved to get him something out of the frig ...the whole business made the driver a little nervous as he checked out the windows .<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Knocking on the doors she stepped in as they opened. "Hey JD." Offering a smile she took a seat in the booth. Sighing she laid her head back resting it.&nbsp; <br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Opening the door for Ava .... <strong>" Get your ass inside before you get left behind ..." </strong> giving her a playful swat to the ass before jumping outside . Talking into the walkie talkie now since they were going on about some fire ... <strong>" Push them mothers out here damn it ...I don't give a shit who is interviewing who ..grab hold of Davis and move it . " </strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Jazz shook her head and moved out the door. She smiled at John giving him the thumbs up letting him&nbsp; know she would not be riding with the band tonight… she had other plans.. </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div> <br><strong> " Jazzy get your ass on the bus ...we got a situation brewing ....fans storming the stage , on fire for god sakes , cops all over the place . "&nbsp; </strong>as he motioned with his thumb ...<strong>." What else you got to do anyways . " </strong><br><br>&nbsp;Few others got on the bus and John could hear something about a rumor being spread of Vance doing Lady GaGa ...hopefully that was before the meat dress . As he shivered thinking about it all , yea the woman was hot and that but whacked the hell out in the head that was for sure. Mean who dresses in raw meat ...looking back over to Vance , naaa ain't no way he tapped that stuck up bitch . <br><br>John was moving into position and turned the key to start up the bus as it seemed they had a group of fans about to emerge that were pushing past the security guards .&nbsp; Picking up the walkie Talkie ... <strong>"&nbsp; Come on NOW ....Round the rest up before they get mobbed on the way out .&nbsp; " </strong> cursing under his breath .... as a guard come up asking if they were loaded . Damn Stadium was on fire ...this was some serious shit and he was being told to move the bus . <strong>" We bout loaded ...just a few more . Ya Ya budy .....trust me underpaid and crapped on too . I not leaving anyone behind ..." </strong> as he slammed the window thingy closed and began to drum his fingers on the steering wheel . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>SwtMocha</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 07:01:17</strong>
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				<br><strong> " Jazzy get your ass on the bus ...we got a situation brewing ....fans storming the stage , on fire for god sakes , cops all over the place . "&nbsp; </strong>as he motioned with his thumb ...<strong>." What else you got to do anyways . " </strong><br><br><br>Jazz noticed the crowd was indeed becoming violent and made a quick change in plans. Yeah she would have to deal with that other problem later..&nbsp; She could feel the beginning of a major heartache coming on and as she made her way onto the bus she could not help but hear Vini<br><br><strong>"Do you want someone to join you to...uh, scrub your back?" he said with a grin.</strong><br><br><br><br>"Well fuck!" she mutter. Could this day get any worse? She found a seat wear she could be alone and think about what she was going to do next. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 20:17:58</strong>
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				Maggie - manager (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv37imEg461qzbn4do1_400.jpg)<br>----------------------<br>The shout from the security guard was pulling her back out the bathroom door. So much for subtlety. No doubt the mob was on the brink of tearing the place to shreds. She had hoped to avoid mass panic, but that aspiration was being stomped like so many fans trapped on the venue floors. "Please, Boston, for the love of God, get your ass on the buss. JD will be waiting out back."<br><br>She left, because she trusted him - at least more then she trusted Davis to move away from trouble rather then toward it. She half expected to head back to the back stage area only to receive reports of the front man chucking bottles of Jack into the growing fires. What she saw was nearly as awful, Davis lapping up the attentions of the news crew from which she'd struggled to spare the other bandmates from. She couldn't heard what was being said. She didn't care. Undoubtedly it was self destructive and inflammatory. <br><br>She wanted to reach up and drag him out by his flapping jaws, but doubted as had the required upper body strength. "Davis. The bus. Now." She snapped, signalling a pair of fridge like security staff to help Davis away from the cameras if her wasn't able to tear himself from them. She began to lead the way back to the buss through the heightening frenzy.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>20-05-2011, 22:05:36</strong>
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				Davis shrugged at the order from Maggie.&nbsp; He liked causing her grief as much as the next guy, but even he could tell that this situation was getting out of control.&nbsp; "Call me, Sandy," he told the reporter with a lewd smile.&nbsp; "I've got a lot more I could show you."&nbsp; Waggling his eyebrows, he let the security guide him away from the reporters.&nbsp; Sandra followed after him with microphone extended, but as soon as they were out the doors, the security blocked her from the bus and let Davis continue on by himself.<br><br>Blue lights flashing, the crackling of radios, a fire engine racing past the back parking lot.&nbsp; Davis couldn't help grinning.&nbsp; "NOW THIS IS FUCKING ROCK AND ROLL," he screamed, to whoever was listening.&nbsp; Hanging from the bottom step into the bus, he watched the disaster unrolling, laughing like a loon.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fallenangel77</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 04:44:45</strong>
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				Neveah tries to keep her disappointment at the exchange between Jazzy and Boss.&nbsp; She flips through her FaceBook app on her phone, trying to look busy.&nbsp; After she watches Boss leave, knowing full and well what he was going to do, and for a minute wished he had asked her to join him.&nbsp; So, she pulls out one of her "happy" pills as she calls it, pops it into her mouth, and swallows.&nbsp; She turns to engage Jazzy in conversation, but stops when she sees Jazzy get up and leave.&nbsp; <em>"Well, that was weird.&nbsp; Why wouldn't she wait for Boss to come back?"</em> Neveah thinks to herself.&nbsp; She shrugs her shoulder and begins chatting with a friend via text.<br><br>The next thing she knows, Neveah hears the commotion coming from the front of the auditorium and hears someone scream something about a fire.&nbsp; She runs towards the bathroom where she knows Boss will be.&nbsp; She bangs on the door "Boss, we got to go.&nbsp; The crowd has started a riot and a fire.&nbsp; Come on!&nbsp; You have got to get on the bus!"&nbsp; She screams at the door.&nbsp; She turns on her heel and heads out of the building and towards the bus.&nbsp; She gets as close to the bus as possible, and stops.&nbsp; She watches the door to see if Boss is coming or not. <br><br>Neveah lights a cigarette, beginning to feel the effects of the "happy" pill set in.&nbsp; She looks at one of the roadies asking if they have seen Boss yet.&nbsp; "Not yet.&nbsp; He's not on the bus?"&nbsp; They asked her.&nbsp; "If he were on the bus, would I be asking you?" Neveah replies sarcastically, her eyes rolling dramatically.&nbsp; The roadie just shrugs, looks her up and down and smirks.&nbsp; "Come with me baby.&nbsp; I'll show you a good time."&nbsp; Neveah laughs and replies, "Cold day in hell, mate.&nbsp; Now move along.&nbsp; Not happening."&nbsp; "Bitch" was all the roadie said.&nbsp; Still not seeing any sign of Boss and wondering if he had already made it to the bus, Neveah starts to walk towards her car, that was parked just on the other side of the building. <em> "Next time, I guess"</em> she thinks to herself.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>21-05-2011, 07:49:03</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg)<br><br><br>It was starting to become total chaos outside, the sounds of sirens were competing with the shouts supplied by the fans. The flashing blue lights were filling the bus as she waited for the rest of the bandmates to get on the bus. She could easily hear JD cursing into the walkie talkie trying to get everyone on so that they could leave. Ava rubbed her eyes carefully, remembering that she hadn't taken out her contacts yet. Just when it seemed like it was getting quiet, or at least Ava had started to slowly tune the world out, she jumped hearing someone shout something about rock and roll. Opening her eyes she laid her eyes on the culprit, of course it was Davis. She raised an eyebrow as he jumped on the bus; there was no doubt his party was just getting started. <br><br>Twirling a piece of her hair nervously she hoped that everyone would make it on unharmed so they could leave. Looking out the window her eyes scanned the perimeter, staring down the smoke to see that the firetrucks had made it and that they were attempting to get the fire under control. She could only imagine what would happen once they had left and the fans finally got backstage only to find that the Delinquents were long gone. They would probably storm the streets climbing on light posts, overturning cars the aftermath would be all over the news.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kristine</strong> on <strong>22-05-2011, 22:16:13</strong>
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				Alice<br><br>Ambiguous smile was the only responce to Vence's <em>"Do you want someone to join you to...uh, scrub your back?"</em> from Alice before she went to the bath-cabin of the bus. This was the classic smile of the drunk girl, complicated and impossible to understand. The kind of smile that makes men think it was "yes" when the rational side of his mind knows, it was clearly "no".<br><br>The water was cold. So cold that even pass-out drunk would get sober. Buzz in the head was slowly flying away when she heard some noise outside of the bus. Some people in panic, howling of the firetrucks and cheering of the wild crowd. <br><br>Alice realized there's something wrong with the backstage and the crowd. The only thing she didn't understand, was to why the band still stays on the place, but soon her mind was lit with that as well.<br><br>briefly drying her hair and putting on as much clothes as can be put in about 2 minutes she jumped out of the bath and to the band.<br><br>"Are we missing someone? where's Maggie... and Boss?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 07:35:04</strong>
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				Boss had made it to the bus while the riot was breaking out, even capable of escaping reporters. Though as much as he'd like to show off there was no time for it. He laid in his bunk for a while, and continued to divulge himself in the influence of drugs. <br><br>His lighter in hand the sound of the wicker being ignited could be heard if you were listening closely. He kept his curtain closed, but didn't care if anyone came in. There wasn't much room, but Boss wasn't big or hulky so he could fit another small body in there with him. <br><br>He puffed and puffed on some middle grade marijuanna, but it's what the city had to offer and he wasn't going to turn it down. Hot boxing his cubby the band would soon know where he was if they were looking for him.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 19:12:39</strong>
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				<strong>Update</strong> <br><br><strong>Music:</strong> Beastie Boys - Fight For Your Right (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=svTuSRiFPoc#)<br><br>(http://www.kokogiak.com/thatboxinthecorner/cmh_1_lg.jpg)<br><br>With everyone on board the large bus, the fires from the Stage began to engulf the back stage. Screams of panic and chaos echoed through out the arena. Within twenty minutes the bus was on the highway, bound north for Chicago. As Maggie gazed back towards the fire engulfed arena her phone rang. The caller ID read: Johnny Gomez. He was the Manager of the arena that now was burning to cinders. Maggie could imagine that this phone call would not go so well. <br><br>The stereo of the bus blared Beastie Boys as the bus hummed alive, topped with fuel and road bound to Chicago. The highway was dark, littered only with a few cars. The soft glow of yellow lights bathing the unknown in front of John. The sweet aroma of Boss' weed billowed out from behind the curtain of his bunk. <br><br><strong>Note:</strong> I will assume everyone is on the bus, and is free to mix and mingle. Mostly alcoholic beverages fill the fridge and a few bongs litter the common area. There is a shower in the back, big enough for two and a small table that has rolling papers on it, as well as a bag of weed. For entertainment there is a xbox and a massive stereo system that surrounds the common area. The lighting as of now is dim, adding to a smokey like atmosphere. <br><br><br><strong>Aurora Draven</strong><br><br>She had finished half of the bottle of Vodka by the time the bus began to move. The concert had been success and apparently huge according to the all the chaos that now left in their wake. She shook her head slowly, hearing the blaring music. She was feeling quite buzzed as she popped a few Oxy's into her mouth and swallowed. <br><br>Physical pain was something she was use to. It was the internal ones that she hated. She had written 4 new songs for the new album that they would record after the tour was over. However, now she was at a loss. It was becoming hard to write. She didn't feel inspired and she seemed more jaded to herself as the months went on. <br><br>She slipped her shirt off, wearing a black lace bra. Her arms were covered in tattoo'd sleeves and her skin was glistening with sweat. She began unbuttoning her pants revealing her pink panties when she stopped and sighed. She looked in the mirror opposite of where the large bed was, her eyes hidden behind black sunglasses. She wasn't sure what had her pissed. Maybe it was Davis. He had walked off stage abruptly and rarely showed up for rehearsal. Or maybe it was Boss. Him and her had been close, and fucked frequently. She didn't consider her and him a couple, but something nagged in her head. <br><br>Aurora frowned, lighting up a cigarette and inhaling as she made her way to the door and opened it. She didn't bother to put on a shirt or zip her pants up as she leaned against the doorway and watched everyone from back of the bus. Her cigarette dangled between her full lips, the cherry glowing brightly. She exhaled the smoke, letting it add to Boss'.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 22:01:22</strong>
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				Maggie - manager (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv37imEg461qzbn4do1_400.jpg)<br>----------------------<br><br>Maggie had made it on the bus, just barely. Her sweater was gone, unveiling the sweat drenched white tank top and tired pale limbs beneath. Her hair was a mess, pushed and twisted in all directions. In the final rush out the exit, she'd lost her glasses, and more conspicuously, a shoe. Walking unevenly in one sneaker and one sock foot, She'd made her way onto the bus. She was about to express a breathless but heartfelt thanks to those who had cooperated in the evacuation, but a damnable buzz at her hip drew her attention to a call which could not be ignored. <br><br>"Mr. Gomez." She answered over the Beastie Boys and sounds of mingling. She moved to the side of the buss, sitting on the corner of a vacant plush couch. She plugged her other ear and turned toward a wall, wanting to both block out sound from the call and spare the others from the awkward tediousness of her responsibilities.&nbsp; <br><br>"Before we begin I just want to assure you the the insurance package I put together is airtight. You'll not only be fully compensated for structural damage but any projected loss of revenue during reconstruction... Yes, I understand... Of course... Have there been any reports of casualties? ...I see. And how severe are the burns? ...Well I can assure you her medical bills will be covered... I apologize, but I'll have to call you back. I'm getting a call from emergency services. " Maggie lied, just before she felt her voice was going to crack. As she ended the call, a long, stressed breath rattled out of her. The fact that Walter had et to call probably meant he had already gone to bed. The CEO refused to be woken no matter what the emergency, so Maggie had a few precious hours before he woke to join the throng of people ready to carve out a pound of her flesh.<br><br>Her eyes were glazed and distant as she looked around the bus, her shoulders slumped and defeated. Despite being surrounded by people, some whom she considered friends, she'd never felt so crushingly alone. She wasn't supposed to be here.<br><br>Boston's smoking caught her nostrils and drew her out of her brief daze. With a dull blank mind she rose and followed the familiar scent. She stood outside his bunk's curtain for a moment, some inner debate ragging inside her. Joining Boston in search of the physical closeness she craved likely meant depriving him from some world class post-show head some of the buss' more skillful riders could have provided. <br><br><em>Sorry Boss, I know you could be getting your balls drained with breathtaking enthusiasm right about now, but I really need a hug.</em> She scolded herself with bitter sarcasm. "Aw, fuck it." Maggie whispered between her teeth. She rolled into Boston's bunk, her light weight traveling across his chest before wedging between his lean body and the wall. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>23-05-2011, 23:11:02</strong>
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				If there was an escape from reality Boss had found it with his drugs. Much like the other band members there was an alloted stress for all of them. He tended to just push it aside, and live for the moment not caring whether he would wake up or not tomorrow. Toking away on his piece Boss drained what ever shred or reality was on the bus, and for a brief moment would be at peace. Boss had been smoking marijuanna for the longest time, probably since thirteen or something relatively close to that age. He packed another bowl, and again engulfed himself in the bitter sweet melody that was his vices. <br><br>Setting the bowl down beside him Boston closed his eyes and let the high take him. Feeling the light and nimbleness of his body, the escape had begun. Though it was short lived as he felt a body pressed to his. "What the fu...." He was about to tear who ever it was a new one, but when he saw that it was Maggie Boss smiled softly. Judging by the look on her face he could see that something was wrong. Still feeling the effect of the weed, Boss laid his head back down on his pillow and looked up to Maggie. "Something I can do for you?" His eye brow rose in a mischievous form. <br><br>One thing he liked about pot is that it made sex all the better, and with the way his body was tingling Maggie's body pressed against his only made matters worse. Boss had always had a sexual attraction to Maggie, but for reasons even he didn't understand he wouldn't approach her in that manner. This was a different situation though, he was under the influence. As much as he doesn't care sober, being under the influence only made his up front demeanor greatly increase. Absentmindedly Boss though barely able to move, grinded up against Maggie. <br><br>There was a great deal of frustration that would be building if Maggie stayed with him longer, but he enjoyed her presence so self control was necessary. That idea was nearly impossible though. "Everything okay Maggie?" Boss spoke softly as his hands roamed softly up her thighs. Coursed for her lower back Boss got a little frisky and gave her tush a small squeeze with both hands. Though he didn't stop he continued to move his hand to her hips, and held them lightly. Gritting his teeth Boss fought back the urge the grind against Maggie, "Maybe you could help me with something." Though not direct his words had sexual intentions written all over it.&nbsp; &nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 00:36:52</strong>
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				Rayne dipped her head over the side of the top railing of the tour bus, she’d been sent up there to fix a couple lights and connections. Rayne had made her way out to the bus after the concert had finished, her legs were still tingling and shaky from the show. It had been epic, an absolute masterpiece of a performance, she had felt every note, every tremble of the waves of music pounded out towards her and the stadium of fans. The energy had radiated through her body, reminding her over and over how sweet her life had become since joining the band on their tour.<br><br>When they had finish, it had taken her several tries to pull her body away from the stage and head to the back, getting through the door just as the throng of girls had pressed their bodies to the entrance. As she had been making her way to see the band, she’d gotten flagged down by one of the crew, needing her help on the bus. Rayne was a tech wizard and pretty nimble so getting up to the high little balcony on the ceiling of the bus was no big. <br><br>Now that the bus was moving, Rayne peeked her head over the side to see the once dead bus had been filled with bodies, the tell tale smell of smoke and sweat filling the air. Rayne loved rockers, they were just so....raw and hot, definitely hot Rayne thought as she watched the crowd from above. Her leather halter was pressing against her chest in the most delightful way, wish made the eye candy view that much more enjoyable.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 01:33:56</strong>
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				Maggie - manager (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv37imEg461qzbn4do1_400.jpg)<br>----------------------<br><br>"Yeah. No worries. I'm fine." She lied, rolling so that she fell square against his chest. One arm snaked around him so that it lay against his ribs. Her face found the cranny between his shoulder and neck, and she hid there: from the fire, Walter, Davis, Mr Gomez and the veritable army of lawyers and press reps she'd have to deal with in the not so distant morning. She breathed him in, not caring that he smelled both heavily of pot and man sweat. In having spent enough time around the band, the once unpleasant odors had blended into something comfortable and familiar. "I just need a minute." Her face buried a little deeper, muffling her voice. "No five - fifteen. Fifteen minutes, and then I'll go." God. Listen to her. She was even scheduling the time she required to recover from a near slide into depression. <br><br>Why she'd chose Boston to lean on -literally- while on her precarious edge was something of a mystery to her. They were likely the most diverging personalities the bus had to offer. He'd even used her for drugs, but she'd never felt small in his presence - well figuratively anyways. The drummer loomed over her in the literal sense. Regardless, whether Boston cared for her in some way, or whether she'd deluded herself into thinking he did, he was the first and only person on top of which she could imagine coming undone. <br><br>Her moping was interrupted by the sensation of his hard hands snaking up her jeans. She didn't think much of the roaming touch until the firm grip of her backside and grind of his hips. She was met with the simultaneous impulses to gasp and laugh. She did both, the sound colliding in a soft, startled clash. <em>It's just the pot making him a little... playful.</em> She told herself, though she could already feel her face warm with a generous blush. Her brow furrowed in curiosity at his request. There was no denying the distinctly dirty quality to his words, but if she didn't ask the question would plague her for ever. Her face lifted, coming to hover over his as her hair fell along either side of his tattooed throat. <br><br>"With what?" She asked, eyes darting over his features. Though her expression and tone were relatively calm, her heart thundered against his chest.&nbsp; <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 04:55:59</strong>
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				Boston felt Maggie's touch and though it didn't match how he felt he could tell her arms, and head weren't where they were for no reason. He kind of just stared at Maggie as she seemed to plead for time in his company. Boss looked at Maggie with a confused look. "You don't have to rush out of here you know that. I am enjoying you company right now, and to be honest I don't think I've ever seen you look so sexy Maggie." He grinned, and moved his hands slowly to meet each other. Passing each other by he wrapped his arms around Maggie' waist and held her close. <br><br>He looked up in to her eyes, moving his hand back, and up to her face. He pushed a small bit of her hair behind her ear, and smirked when she asked with what. "Well to be honest before you came along I was just going to pass out, but now that you're hear. You've got me feeling horny as hell." He lifted his face to hers barely touching her lips with his own. In a soft whisper he spoke, "Have sex with me. We could use the release." He said so bluntly, but his words came out smooth. <br><br>His breath pecked against her lips as he lean in pressing his bottom lips against her. His hands again began to roam, as he gripped her ass tightly and pressing strongly between her legs with his hips. Boss though his mind was processing every thing, he knew what he wanted. Right now he wanted his manager. The one who kept them all afloat, the one who fulfilled his every desire but one. Perhaps that was about to change. His grind hadn't stopped as he repeated spoke with his body. Explaining his current desire, and if that didn't say much. The prick in his pants that rubbed against Maggie should.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 05:46:17</strong>
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				She didn't know she didn't have to rush out, actually. Maggie had herself pegged as the bus' social pariah, the&nbsp; necessary tight-laced beacon of morality to be tolerated among the traveling band of rebels and miscreants. She had assumed any time given to her by Boston would be a gift, albeit one that was necessary to maintain her sanity. To think of her presence as not only pleasurable but sexy was stretching her narrow understanding of who she was. She was certainly looking ravaged by life. Maybe chaos suited her better then she imagined. Either way, the compliment made her smirk as his fingers brushed around her ear. The amused smile was short, falling flat as his grasp pulled them tight together and spoke of his kindled lebido. <br><br>Her eyelids slid shut and she swallowed hard as his lips teased at her own. The gentle directness of his proposal caused muscles withing her thighs to constrict and ache. She couldn't believe it. Maggie had always rolled her eyes at the throngs of women in hysterics at the concert's edge, and now here she was creaming panties over a mere whisper. Maybe she did, as Boston suggested, need the release. It had been longer then she cared to admit since she last had sex, and in the recent weeks, she'd been either too tired or occupied to even indulge in self satisfaction. <br><br>Her eyes opened and though slightly glazed, rolled to the curtain. Her thoughts were as transparent as cellophane. She was thinking of that whole buss load of individuals under her charge on the other side of the thin veil. She was relatively certain that in the post show celebrations no one had seen quick tuck and roll into the bunk. Her eyes slid shut again and she swallowed a groan of the tight grind of Boston's hardening cock against her between their pants. The second stroke send an undeniable shudder though her. Her hips rolled into it under the pressure of his hands, her thighs parting so that her knees fell either side of him. <br><br>"Do you think-" She paused as their breath mingled, trying to usher more air into her lungs. "Do you think we could be quiet?" She asked in a whisper, her bottom lips still grazing against his. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 06:22:44</strong>
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				Boss felt her retort and got his answer. Though it was an indefinite answer he liked where this was going. His body continue to shift and thrust, as his hands felt their way to her hips resting softly upon her elegant curves. The want to grew stronger, and stronger but still some what intact with who he was Boss restrained his libido so that he wasn't assuming that Maggie was on the same terms as he was. He gritted his teeth trying not to strike. Her question made him smile, as he let out a small snicker. Letting his hand sore slowly up her lower back, and continuing on to the back of her head. Boss messed with her hair, before pushing his lips gently against his manager's lips. Kissing her deeply with the built up lust he had compressed. Slowly pressing his tongue between her lips, entangling her tongue in his. Massaging and teasing it with his own ploy. Letting out a strong breath, and sigh of pleasure. <br><br>Boss loosened his grip on Maggie's neck, and let his head fall back slowly on to the pillow. "You tell me. Can you be quiet? To be honest I'd be a little disturbed if you were quiet. That means I'm doing something wrong." He chuckled and looked in to Maggie's eyes. "We can be as quiet as you want. Besides your on top, so you have all the control at them moment." He grinned though normally a dominant male. In this situation and being with Maggie, he'd succumb to her every whim. Though at first it was all personal gain, Boss had a change of heart. He wanted Maggie feel just as good as he would when this was all said and done.<br><br>His hand reached the him of her shirt, and slowly his fingers ran up under her shirt, and tickled the skin of her lower back. "Let me get this off." Pulling his hands to his sides Boss slid them under Maggie, and slowly he tugged at his cargo shorts which were two sizes to big for him. That made it easy for him, despite the lack of space. "That's better." He grinned, and rubbed his cock slowly between her thighs. Boss leaned up and looked Maggie in the eyes. His tone so smooth but every word serious, "I'd understand if you didn't want to do this Maggie, but I promise you it will be worth it. Just remember we have limited space. So try not to hit your head. Or would you prefer me be on top?" Boss placed his hand on Maggie's cheek and grinned. <br><br><em>She's so innocent, but I see surprise in the midst.</em> Boss continued to rub his member between her thighs, pushing against the wall with his feet. He forced himself deeper between her legs, and continued to rub strongly between them. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 16:32:03</strong>
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				There was a prominent part of her mind that objected to the idea of fucking Boston in a bunk on a well loaded bus, but his constant shifting and grinding beneath her was softening those voices of disapproval. The kiss all but obliterated them. Her lips parted, eagerly inviting his probing tongue. His briefly penned up want met her long caged desire as she pressed and rocked into him, the pads of her fingers slipping along either side of his neck. The feeling of his touch beneath her shirt left a cool prickle in its wake, and her chin tilted downward to watch as the drummer's muscled forearms moved about her. Her eyes continued to linger on him as he freed himself from his shorts, exploring every inked contour his body had to offer. <br><br>Boston lay beneath her entirely naked. It was decision time. She could think of a million reasons why she ought to have rolled out of the bunk that very instant, but nothing that could conquer the sensation of him pressing into her, and the generosity of his quiet but certain words. She returned his gaze, a thousand thoughts slipping past her eyes simultaneously until he blinked. When her lids reopened, they were filled with singular purpose. Balancing herself on one arm, she reached down and undid her pants, sliding them along with her socks and singular shoe into Boston's cargo short pile. She was wearing simple white cotton bikini briefs. The manager might have entertained the idea of wearing something a little more exciting if she ever imagined she'd be straddling anyone that night, but such as her expectations were, she'd defaulted to her boring norm. <br><br>Her eyes darted around the bunk as she slid back over him. "I think its for the best, spatially, that we stay as we are." She answered unevenly, her cheek burning beneath his palm. She was more of a natural bottom herself, but there was no denying that while she risked bumping her head if not careful, she had worlds more maneuverability on top. "Besides this way you have..." She paused, swallowing hard as she glanced back at his toes spread against the bunk wall. "...leverage."<br><br>She looked back into his eyes, one hand pushing into the mattress and holding her up, and the other falling over once of his hands so as to gently guide it over her backside. "And this, this is working." She breathed lowly. One of her legs lay flat next to his, and the other remained bent at the knee near his hip, bringing a pause to their grinding. "I grew up in a house with paper thin walls and seven siblings. I'm more then capable of holding my sound." She smirked almost confidently as she leaned her face near to his. Being raised in a household nearly devoid of any privacy had its few benefits. Her hips dropped, bringing the heated and soaked slit of her panties to rest against his cock. "I more worried about you and your ability to, um, contain yourself." She whispered, her face sliding along his so their cheeks met. As sh spoke she began to rock, pressing his cock into his stomach with every juice drenched stroke.&nbsp; <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 17:40:12</strong>
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				"You have a point, but for you I can control myself. Or at least to the best of my abilities." He smiled softly at Maggie, and helping Maggie remove her pants smirking. He leaned up looked over his manager's shoulder smirking. "Cotton white. My favorite." Though he was playing he could care less of what kind of panties she were wearing, unless they were period panties. That would be a direct turn off to be honest, but with the way he was feeling right now there was no thwarting his desire. <br><br>As she shifted around Boss just laid back and watch her get comfortable. She liked the idea of being on top better, and so did he. As she began to rub her crotch against his cock, Boss could feel the moist spots in her panties. Though there wasn't spots it was just one big spot. The feeling of the warmth between them made Boss moan softly in to Maggie's ear. Holding her so close, and now this was breaking the man down. <br><br>"If we keep going like this, then I might have trouble controlling myself, but to be honest I'm not worried about anyone hearing us. Boss met Maggie's grind with his own pressing harder in to her slightly lifting her. The back of his shaft pressing in to her lips gliding along the curvature.&nbsp; "A&nbsp; little foreplay is killing me, but I'll bear it. For you." His last words were probably the most important at the moment. Boss really had no idea what emotions he felt for Maggie, but when ever he was around her he changed. In what way he didn't even know. <br><br>Raising his hand he slid it slowly down her side, and between their bodies. Sliding slowly under her panties, and roaming further. Knowing the female's body oh so well, Boss's middle finger met with Maggie's clit in a manner of second. Slowly his middle finger began to rub the small pearl in a circular motion. Mixing the motions up Boss ventured a little further down, and slowly entered the same finger in to Maggie's heat. Only prodding it with teased intentions. Pulling his hand back, Boss lifted his finger to his lips and tasted the juices of his manager. Giving an approving moan as he pulled his finger from his lips. "So sweet." He grinned as he leaned up, and took Maggie's face between both hands, and pressed his lips to hers softly. <br><br>The kiss was more of an emotional kiss, and not of lust. He was showing that he cared for her, and that sex might actually be the only way to do that. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 19:01:34</strong>
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				From the approving commentary on her undergarments, to assuring her he'd rise to the challenge of being discrete, and saying he would do so for <em>her</em>, Maggie couldn't for the life of her figure out why Boston was being so damn nice. A bit of curiosity had crept into her eyes when his roaming fingers slipped underneath her with well practiced precision. Her elbows shook and buckled, bringing her chest to lay against his while her hips remained lifted so that his digits has continued access to her sex. As she bottled in groans of pleasure against his chest, she told herself all guys turned into romantics when they were hard and had a more naked than not woman sprawled on top of them, but his kiss cut that certainty into shreds of doubt. <br><br>Something had undeniably changed. They weren't just fucking anymore. The realization was infinitely more terrifying then the thought of being discovered. A brief panic washed over her eyes as the kiss parted. Though that fear didn't dissipate, it couldn't stop her hands from slowly moving to her hips and sliding off her briefs. The cotton joined the crumpled pile as she settled back on top of him, indulging in a few more strokes as she searched his eyes. Nothing separated the the soft heat of their flesh, and when she couldn't take the slick friction any longer, she pivoted her hips, inviting the head of his cock inside her in her downward grind. Her hips hitched to a stop, a prick of tension sobering her from lusty haze. Maggie was small to begin with, and her stretch of celibacy had only served to tighten her. <br><br>"I'm just a little out of practice." She admitted against his chest, her breath coming in short sharp gasps. Her hips rolled, taking him in another inch. Her shaky arms pulled herself upward, bringing her lips to his in search of another kiss. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 20:54:43</strong>
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				Boss returned Maggie's kiss inviting her to push the limit, and let herself go. He didn't let up though, his kiss only got more intense. The burning desire of his body masked the yearning of his heart, but the feelings were basically the same. Bark was a hopeless romantic, and only found a small bit of love with who ever he ended up in bed with. He knew that the morning after would mean nothing, and it would be just sex. It was different with Maggie though. He often pondered if she felt for something for him, or if she just used him as a crutch when she was in need. It didn't bother him though, and other than Aurora Maggie was the only one he felt some what close to. <br><br>Pulling back the from the kiss Boss felt the tip of his member entering Maggie as she took him slowly. "I'm just a little out of practice," was her excuse to him, but all he could do was smile, and kiss her lightly on the lips. "You don't have to explain. I could tell." He grinned as his hands trailed light over Maggie's caressing them gently, massaging them strongly. His hold on her was like a straight jacket, though she had the freedom to move. "Let me help you," he whisper, and moved his hands from her ass to her hips. Boss settled back, and lifted himself deeper in to Maggie. Gradually crawling deeper and deeper in to her pussy. His lips again met with Maggie's to muffle any moans, and for the sheer desire of her kiss. Rolling their lips together, melding with one another. It was only igniting the flames even more. <br><br>He let out a small groan as his eyes rolled back, "A little out of practice?" He teased, "Glad you are. Haven't had a pussy this tight in a long time." His words still showed that he was Boss, but other than that he was someone else. Pulling slowly out of Maggie for just a bit, Boss began to thrust in to her gently. Not even realizing how hot it had gotten between them, Boss reveled in the warmth of Maggie's pussy. A man will always enjoy the warmth, and comfort of a woman's vagina. "So tight." He grunted as he was letting his cock slide slowly out of her, but never leaving. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 22:58:54</strong>
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				Great. Of course he could tell. He might as well have had a floundering newborn giraffe atop him. It probably would have been just about as sexy. She wanted so badly to... her inner criticisms came to a slow elated halt as he sank into her. All she could think about was the feeling of him so impossibly close, and the all consuming heat burning up between their bodies. She even forgot to be quiet. Fortunately, Boston was there to muffle her groans with another intoxicating kiss. <br><br>She chuckled at his teasing, though the faint laughter came unevenly. "You're welcome." She whispered in a feigned pushy tone people used when being ironically polite. She lay against him as he began his light thrusts, lifting her arms to loop about his head and throat. She felt her body ease, and perpetually tensed muscles relax as she gradually lost herself in the sensation. She watched him intently, unable to get enough of the sight of him grappling with the taut heat of her sex. After his list pull outward, she sank down over his full length, pushing a muted groan up from the bottom of her lungs. Her chin tilted upward and she pressed her lips to his jaw as she nuzzled against him, mewing his name as they rolled into one another. <br><br>It felt as if their short time together had drawn on for an eternity, but outside the bunk, the same Beastie Boys track still boomed. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>24-05-2011, 23:55:36</strong>
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				The slow pace sex hadn't been Boss's style at all, but he was&nbsp; really enjoying it. The marijuana had taken it's effect to the fullest, and the sex was x times greater than just casual sex. Perhaps if Maggie had been in here early they would be sharing the same experience. Feeling the pleasurable tingling sensation of her lips on his chin made him grin, and moan softly. If there was something Boss enjoyed during sex was to be bit or just lip play over his body. Be it his chin, neck, or chest. He loved it when a woman would explore his tattooed torso with their lips. <br><br>Feeling her take his length sent a strong chill up his body. Her tightness slightly loosened, but still it had it's grip on his cock. Boss reached down between Maggie's legs and spread them wider so that he could grip her inner thighs. Lifting her as high as possible he pressed her lower body to the ceiling. Spreading his legs a little further Boss strengthen his thrust, but slowed them as well. Each individual thrust coursed deeper and deeper in to Maggie heat. He enjoyed the slippery feeling that came from her being wet. His cock glided in and out of her as he power thrusted in and out of Maggie. <br><br>Leaning his head up Boss kissed along Maggie's cheek down to her neck. Taking her soft olive skin between his lips, he began to suck softly. Teasing her skin with his tongue. Kissing lower to her shoulder, he bit down slowly increasing the pressure of his bite gradually. All desire to pleasure Maggie, and to make sure that when she left she'd be paying him a visit every once in a while. His breathing was heavy, and hot. It had been like a sauna in that small bit of space, and two bodies one of which was always hot, and already filling his space with his heat had been joined together with the new comer. Letting Maggie down slowly feeling her pussy engulf his cock's entire length, he let out a soft moan. <br><br>Looking in to Maggie's eyes he placed his nose against hers. His mixing with hers as the both bounced heat back at each others face. His voice low and soft, "I want you to ride my cock baby." He lifted his hand to grip the side of her face. Holding it lovingly as he pressed forward, and kissed Maggie's lips again. A strong display of emotion, as they intertwined each other in love or lust.&nbsp; Biting down on her lower lip he let out a decent attempt at a growl. Grinning as he laid back Boss flexed his cock inside of Maggie egging her on. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 02:20:56</strong>
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				As Maggie was pinned up against the ceiling of the bunk with Boston's hard thrusts driving in and out of her, her entire sexual history flashed before her eyes: The nervous and clumsy boyfriend in high school who, in a move that would explain a lot, would come out a few years later; the handful of guys from her program in college who pressed into her with erratic and selfish thrusts while she spent their brief time together composing music projects in her head, waiting for them to finish; and most recently, the fellow intern at imagiCorp who's strong steleto heel fetish ended their record short relationship.<br><br>And now there was Boston. Hoist me in the air Boston. Talk to me softly and fuck me hard Boston. Make me lose my mind Boston. <br><br>Maggie was at a complete loss. No wonder she'd had no trouble keeping quiet before. All the sex she'd had over the course of her life amounted to a bad joke with her pleasure -or lack thereof- as the punchline. She'd only come to realize it with Boston's teeth sinking into her shoulder and his hard cock flexing inside her. <br><br>"Holy shit." She breathed against his lips as their brows met, arms trembling either side of him. His request only caused the wetness between her thighs to course more freely. The bluntness if the remark clashed with the tenderness of the touch at her cheeks. As he kissed her with uninhibited passion, she couldn't help but wonder whether this was the norm with Boston - if he showered every fan and groupie invited into his bed with the same powerful blend of affection and carnal desire. Her hips rocked forward in their first buck as his teeth tugged at her lip, and she reflexively fell into a rhythm that increased in speed and pressure as her inhibitions melted away. Maggie sat as upright as the bunk would allow, the back of her neck meeting the ceiling.&nbsp; Every thrust forward pressed him against sensitive reaches she didn't even know existed. She soon collapsed back against his chest, spilling a confession in his ear as her hips continued buck and roll behind her, "If I don't stop, I'm going to cum."<br><br>To admit to being brought so soon to that precarious edge was embarrassing, but that didn't make it any less true. Her nails sank into the flesh beneath his collarbone, as her backside continued to bob feverishly behind her. She only hoped the bus' music would be loud enough to cover the sloppy sounds of slapping flesh. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 02:49:59</strong>
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				Boston was feeling the sensation, and every time her cunt dipped taking his cock it sent impulses of pleasure through him. He could feel her tightening and loosening around him stroking him as they engaged one another. The banter of their breathing could be heard between them, but was surely covered by the music being played outside of his bunk. There was a brief moment of silence as Maggie confessed that she was close to cumming. Boston found that as the opportunistic chance to rush that climax. With out words he grabbed her legs and again spread them with ease. His thrust now rapid, and hard. "Cum for me Maggie." He didn't care that it was so soon, he just wanted her to release the tension she had built up over the years of no sex she's been through. <br><br>Sex was something he took pride in, and his ability to pleasure a woman more so that anything. He was pinning her against the roof and having his way with her, until she came quietly or screamed out in ecstasy. "Do it cum for me." He began to pant as his thrust never let up. His stamina wasn't the greatest, but he was a machine in the sack. Years and years of sex made that possible. He found it surprising that with all the mindless sex he had, he hadn't caught a single disease. Bare back every time. Luck was on his side, or fate wasn't waiting to pop up on him. <br><br>He had about another ten or fifteen minutes left before he came, and that's how well he knew his body. Though at his speed he was decreasing that time with each thrust. If he didn't get to cum then, he would just finish himself off. He didn't care really as long as Maggie was satisfied. <br><br>Lowering himself under Maggie his thrust became arched and rubbed strongly against her inner walls. The juices coated his cock, and the built up heat only made her so much warmer inside. Boss grunted strongly as the feeling of their members integrating with each other. "Your pussy fills so good Maggie." He said with a Muffle tone. He wouldn't let up though. Maggie had to cum, and he made his mission to make that happen. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 04:53:57</strong>
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				She'd expected Boston's large hands to take hold of her backside to slow or even stop her so there would be some hope of him being able to reach his own well deserved climax. When he'd spread her wide and filled her with grinding with thrusts more hard and furious then anything she'd ever experienced, she stiffened from surprise and the impending orgasm that was now inevitable. He face flooded with color and burning skin slicked with sweat.<br><br>His encouragement - <em> commands</em> - to release entered her ears and traveled right to her core, bringing on the fist wave of spasms contracting around Boston's cock. Though intense they were only the mere beginning. Already another final wave welling up inside her - along with it a guttural scream on the rapidly approaching horizon. Where she not pinned on the ceiling, she would have buried her face in the bedding or his body. All she could do was lean downward, hoping that he'd have the presence of mind to meet her in a kiss and swallow her shrill cries of pleasure. Iif not her release stood to be broadcast to the entire bus. <br><br>Her toes curled. Her fists clenched into tight balls. The whole length of her sex seized around him as her thighs pulled furiously inward. Every muscle clenched and trembled as her hips bucked reflexively and hard against him. She stared desperately at his lips through glazed half lidded eyes. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 06:14:50</strong>
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				As his actions all intended he got what he wanted. The violence of Maggie's orgasm made Boss smile. Listening and feeling her body react the way it did, was some of the greatest satisfaction he had ever felt. He locked eyes with his manager for what seemed like eternity, but he noticed that she was eying his lips. If she had wanted to kiss him then all she had to do was kiss him. He grinned, and leaned up and kissed Maggie with everything that his body and mind would allow. Though not sure if the emotion was real, or if it was false. Boss still desired for Maggie to have a great time with him. He tightened lock around him made him smile. He'd seen this reaction before, but this time it had much more meaning to it. <br><br>As they reveled in the deep immense kiss, Boss slowed his thrust to a mild crawl. Not wanting to stop, but to maximize Maggie's orgasmic experience. His breathing slowed as their kiss was taking his breath away. He pulled back slowly, and with him he pulled Maggie down to him. Letting her head fall to his chest, tangling his fingers in her hair he grinned, "There's a reason they call me Boss Maggie." He smirked looking down at her. <br><br>His hand began to trail all over her body, only his finger tips teased her skin. The small tickle sure to be a tingling sensation to experience. The body is so sensitive when it orgasms, the smallest touch is the biggest arousal in so many ways. Now There are eight fingers two thumbs, and we all know that makes ten. Now Boss's body hasn't orgasmed, but due to his previous engagement of marijuana. Boss had been at her level of sensual feeling, possibly higher. Her orgasm was his orgasm, so him touching her was having the same effect Maggie was experience as well. So the ten fingers, their bodies pressed against each other, even the touch of the breath sent sparks. He let out a small sigh, and "Get out of my bunk," he fidgeted as a sign for her to leave.<br><br>"Now!" His voice raised to a deep dominance, commanding and demanding respect. Pushing her to the exit with his right arm, sliding away from her. This was the worst parts of Boss having sex. He knew what, was going on, and he let it happen. A desperate contradiction were Boss's real name. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 15:20:24</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....driving the Bus out of the war zone area ......making his way up onto the interstate .&nbsp; </strong><br><br>&nbsp;The last man on the bus ...and the air breaks sounded off as John pulled out from under the parking garage , a bellow of black smoke seemed to lap down to greet them . <strong>" Mother ..."&nbsp; </strong>as John jumped a little and pulled up under the tunnel to take the express entrance ..as the bus whipped around coming up the loop de loop thing one could see the stadium . It was on fire that was for sure . The horrid music didn't even phase John as he settled back in his seat ...muttering to himself about the next time he might just leave a few take that damn long to get the hell out of there . <br><br>&nbsp;Shifting gears ....soon the highway and bright lights of the city were moving past ....moving his hand over to the GPS unit to check the distance to the next stop . Figured let them party it up for a bit ...maybe stop at a rest stop in an hour or so . Always good to stretch your legs anyways ...looking up into the rear view mirror see who was where , then his eyes moved back to the road as the traffic was heavy would thin out as the night moved on . Smiling as he thought about that sweet red headed girl maybe he ought to teach her how to drive the bus so they could take turns . Or hell she could just sit on his lap and ride and drive . <br><br>&nbsp;Coughing ...as he leaned forward and changed the radio station . He couldn't help thinking about Ava ...hell when he got back on the buss she was twirling her hair with her fingers. Such a sweet innocence made him so want to corrupt her though sometimes that could be a deception . The last sweet innocent looking drowned rat he took to bed had turned out to be a wild tiger that craved to be loved . It was always the red hair ....sucked him in every time . Glancing back up into the rear view mirror giving out a heavy sigh , she more and likely was wanting a band member . Still why not make a move on her anyways as he continued to contemplate the options . <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 17:00:58</strong>
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				Maggie was drunk on whatever cocktail of bodily chemicals was coursing through her, having never savored them in their present strength. She was still grinding and rolling reflexively, though in increasingly softer rounds as she settled back atop Boston. She could have sprawled there for ever under his roaming touch, but his most unexpected orders made it abundantly clear that would not happen. Despite the sternness of his voice, she briefly thought he was joking until he was ushering her toward the bunk exit.<br><br>Maggie had become a professional at hiding herself, keeping more secrets from the band and her bosses then she cared to count, but while drained from the powerful throws of her release she hadn't the energy of presence of mind to keep up her well guarded front. Her hurt was transparent. There might as well have been a jumbotron displaying a giant graphic of a shattering heart above her head. <br><br>Her weakened limbs were useless in keeping herself atop him. All the tenderness that had built up from his thrusts finally registered as his erection slid out of her swollen folds. She barely managed to grab her pants before she passed through the curtain and onto the bus floor with an unceremonious thud. Her pants, grasped over her crotch, managed to cover anything explicit, but that did little to counteract the powerful wave of humiliation washing over her. She rolled into her bunk, on the bottom side opposite Boston's. She wasn't sure what the hell just happened, but she was fairly positive she'd managed to burn the only real friendship she had on tour. Or maybe she hadn't, maybe there hadn't been one to begin with and any affection she thought he held for her had been entirely of her imagination. Numbed and indifferent, she picked a spot on her bunk wall, stared at it, and tried to disappear up her own existence. <br><br>The sudden change in the bus' music as JD changed the station didn't even register.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 18:05:20</strong>
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				His eyes didn't even gaze upon what he had just done. He had to throw it away as fast as possible. There would be no feeling of sadness, nor regret. He blackened his heart, and closed it. He couldn't ever commit to anyone, and to be honest he was afraid of commitment. Baring so much responsibility to have. he was about to do that. He rolled on to his side, and stared blankly at the wall. His face couldn't portray any emotion, but the stupidest person could see that he was unhappy. <br><br>Punching the wall hard, and then closing his eyes. Breathing heavy, and exhaling softly.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 18:30:53</strong>
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				<strong>Aurora Draven</strong> <br><br>Aurora continued to watch the people mingle on the bus from the back where the master bedroom sat. She took a drag of her cigarette, the cherry glowing brightly as she made her way down the hall. She had seen Maggie fall from Boss' bunk but made no announcement about it. From the look of her face she could tell Boss had fucked her and left her, just like every other girl he has ever fucked. Either way, it was none of Aurora's concern. <br><br>She made her way through the bunk area and slamming her fist against Boston's bunk. She slipped into the bathroom and turned on the shower. As it warmed up she undressed. She was 5'7 and well toned that seemed to come naturally. Her arms were covered in tattoo sleeves and her back had a tattoo of a spinal cord over her own. By far it was the most painful one she had ever gotten. Her breasts were average sized, C up and well shaped like a tear drop. Both pink nipples were pierced with silver bars. <br><br>Aurora leaned up against the sink, inspecting her face. Her round bottom up in the air as she stood on her tippy toes to lean forward. She sighed, feeling the steam fill the bathroom. It was a welcoming feeling considering she was doped up on Oxys and intoxicated from Vodka. She ran a hand through her long black hair which then draped over her breasts. <br><br>Aurora had been distant, more so then usual. Her music drove her to keep digging inside of herself. The further she withdrew from the world, the better the songs she wrote, but it always costed her connections to people. So Aurora turned to pills and booze to supplement it. The lead guitarist wiped her eyes of the dark make up and then slipped into the hot shower. Outside she could hear the music blaring and people laughing and partying.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 18:31:36</strong>
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				Davis staggered into the bus as it started rolling, staring at the scene around him.&nbsp; Plush decor, band members and groupies, crew, all already engaged in some illicit business or another.&nbsp; It was a part of the scene, yet to him the real life was back there on that burning stage.&nbsp; He wished he could be back there, right in there with those kids, pulling the place apart.&nbsp; <br><br>"Burn the shithole down!" he screamed, to no one in particular, receiving several odd looks.&nbsp; He stalked over to the fridge.&nbsp; He'd somehow lost his tequila in all the confusion.&nbsp; Finding a new bottle, he unscrewed and started to drink.&nbsp; <br><br>"Where the fuck are the drugs," he muttered, again to no one in particular.&nbsp; He could smell weed, but he didn't want weed right now.&nbsp; No one was snorting anything, smoking anything that he could see.&nbsp; He began to eye the girls.&nbsp; They were another drug for him.&nbsp; "Where the fuck are the girls?" he said, louder now.&nbsp; Standing in the lounging area, Davis stripped off his shirt, soaked through with sweat.&nbsp; It reminded him of the stage, of what they'd done tonight.&nbsp; "Who's going to fuck the singer?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>25-05-2011, 19:13:09</strong>
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				Maggie - manager (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv37imEg461qzbn4do1_400.jpg)<br>----------------------<br>Maggie was preparing to slip into her emergency song list, heavy on simple uplifting tracks that reminded her of her brothers when Davis' drunken voice came tearing through the bus. She expelled a heavy sigh and slid her headphones from her mussed head. The bereft manager didn't care if the front man wanted drugs, women, or a gold plated taco, she wasn't anyone's errand girl tonight. She did, however, want to ensure that if Davis was going to stumble into an alcohol fueled orgy, that he did so without slipping into a coma or setting fire to the tour bus entertainment center in honorarium of the chaos left behind. <br><br>She took a deep breath, and did what had to be done. She slid on her jeans, teeth sinking into her bottom lip at some of the soreness between her hips. After briefly clawing through her hair and pulling a fallen strap of har tank top back over her shoulder, she pressed through the curtain of her bunk. Maggie moved across the buss floor in bare feet, eying the walls.She had a difficult time handling Davis when he was in varying stages of undress, even more so when he was drunk. In truth, she was scared of him when he was as far gone and uncontrollable as he was, but she never betrayed that deep discomfort. <br><br>She sat on the edge of the same couch where she'd taken the call from Gomez, wondering if there would be anyone on board capable let alone desirous of having Davis on them in his present state. As weak as she felt for it, she hoped there was. The sooner he was settled, the sooner she could get back to her bunk. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 03:51:25</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg)<br><br>Ava snapped out of her thoughts as the bus jerked forward out of the parking garage. She glanced around as if she had been asleep the whole time. Although she had zoned out for only ten minutes it seem like she was gone for hours. The scene hadn't changed on the bus, people were still drinking and there was still the light smell of herb nipping at her nose. Her nose crinkled at the smell, although she should be okay with it by now it was still hard to get used to. Pulling off her shoes she discarded them off to the side for now. Drinking the last bit of her energy drink she shook the van before getting up and throwing it away in a nearby trashcan. <br><br>Knowing they were bad for her she needed the energy, she craved it. Bending over in the fridge she got another one out popping it open before taking a swig of the energy drink. Ava always felt the need to stay awake until everyone was partied out. The only other person that would be up that long was JD. Thinking back she realized that other then a few acknowledgments she had never really had an actual conversation with him. But of course that was because she never really tried seeing that most of the time she just kept to herself.<br><br>Looking toward the front of the bus she eyed the passenger's seat next to the driver's seat. Ava wasn't usually the one to really start conversations but wanting a little company, she figured it couldn't hurt anyone. Shrugging she walked up to the front of the bus, taking a seat next to JD. Seeing that she had never sat up there she took a look around, noticing that the view of the road was much better. "So how much longer will it take to get to Chicago seeing that we were a tad late departing?" Honestly she didn't care how long it would take or when they would get there but it was a much better ice breaker then the typical statement about weather.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 05:35:35</strong>
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				People watching above the endless movement below her, Rayne watched the bus enclosed rockers ride their after show high. They all reacted so differently, but yet the same....maybe it was what made them truly unique. Rayne sighed as she saw Maggie appear on the bus, coming from the direction of Boss’s bunk. Poor girl looked more frazzled then she did after her phone call, now she came back again, probably to deal with Davis and his fit. The guy was pounding back booze and obviously needing a fix of something.<br><br>Rayne curled her hands around the bar of the balcony, swinging over as her ripped jean skirt hiked up around her ass.&nbsp; Skimming over the railing, Rayne’s long legs reached down, hanging from her strong arms, she lowered herself to the bottom level. “What do you need Davis hun?” Rayne reached out taking the show soaked shirt from Davis, “I got a case of stuff in the safe”.&nbsp; Rayne stocked piled the drugs she was sent out to score, putting them in the safe for occasions like this or if the cops ever came snooping.<br><br>Turning from Davis, Rayne switched her gaze to Maggie, “You want anything when I get back? A tea or something soothing?”. Rayne grinned at her, Maggie was great to work for, and she never took advantage of Rayne and always let her choose her tasks.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fallenangel77</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 05:42:53</strong>
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				Neveah<br><br>Neveah gets into her car &amp; follows the bus out of the parking lot.&nbsp; This had become a typical routine for her.&nbsp; She didn't work, didn't give a damn about anything other than following the band around.&nbsp; None of this mattered, as her father gave her a monthly allowance, that Neveah really could never spend in one month.&nbsp; She loved this about her life.&nbsp; Neveah shifts her convertible Audi into high gear, sets cruise control, and turns the music up loud.&nbsp; She lights another cigarette, thinking about tonights events.&nbsp; The band played the best they had in a long time.&nbsp; She could still faintly see the smoke billowing in the rear view mirror.&nbsp; <em>Now that was a good time.</em>&nbsp; She says to herself.<br><br>She had already booked a room in Chicago a month ago.&nbsp; She had already contacted her dealer there and had him leave some good stuff in her room.&nbsp; She was a bit disappointed that she would be partying alone, but this was something Neveah had grown quite accustomed too.&nbsp; She was Neveah "No Strings Attached" Scott.&nbsp; She had forced herself to become this person upon moving to New York.&nbsp; She had been hurt many times by men who claimed to have loved her, just for them to toss her out like garbage.&nbsp; She shut her heart down and had sex when she wanted, did her coke and pot when she wanted, drank when she wanted, and what the fuck ever she wanted, when she wanted.&nbsp; The fact that she had no one to report too, no one asking "Where have you been?", or no responsibilities made for a good time having girl.&nbsp; She knew that no one on that bus gave a damn whether she was at the next show or not.&nbsp; She just didn't care.&nbsp; All she knew was she had another front row seat, another backstage pass, and another shot at Boss.&nbsp; Those were the only things that mattered to her.&nbsp; Boss was her latest goal in rock stars to bed.&nbsp; She hoped that Chicago would play out differently for her this time.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 12:56:47</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....driving the Bus down the interstate lost in images of the past ...and then the angel speaks.&nbsp; </strong><br><br>&nbsp;John was a little lost in thought ...remembering things from his past mixing the now into a comparison . As the road just slipped away a little bit more as he headed down the 4 lane highway . The farther out of the metro area they went seemed the lesser the traffic . The party behind him seeming to be getting started ...as the lead singer had screamed out his needs . John had to chuckle ....muttering under his breath , keep it up Davis and you might get more than you bargained for . Drawing in a deep breath ...as he flicked the turn signal on and changed lanes due to a slow moving semi .&nbsp; <br><br>"So how much longer will it take to get to Chicago seeing that we were a tad late departing?"<br><br>John just about pissed himself as he jumped and twisted his head round to the side seat . At first he thought ...my God how many joints did you smoke . Shook his head and returned his eyes to the road . Was just pot right ...mean . Christ sakes was he needing to get laid that badly he was bringing her back to sit up next to him . shifting in his chair now ...as the voice was wrong though . His fingers tightened on the steering wheel as the man swallowed and looked back over to the passenger seat. <br><br>It was Ava ...which ...well ....not sure still if he wasn't dreaming . His heart beat seemed to be pounding so loud that it was just about to work its way out of his chest . He could feel his hands growing sweaty more than likely the death grip on the steering wheel . Putting a smile across his lips as his eyes rolled down her body some ...then back to look at the road . Okay now what ....he had imagined talking to her a million times . Every time he had decided the approach made him look like a dumbass and now here she was talking to him ...how much time had passed .&nbsp; <br><br><strong>" What ....did you ....oh yea Chicago . " </strong> as his voice seemed odd maybe it was the ringing in his head from the idiot bell going off . <strong> " Late start actually is good you see ....less traffic . Most likely pull off at the next rest stop or so ...let everyone find their legs if they need to anyways . " </strong> reaching for his cup of coffee ....<strong>" need to fill up on that nasty Mickie D's java anyways ...I am addicted . " </strong> licking his lips before taking down the rest of the cold coffee . <br><strong><br>" Taste a little better warm anyways ... " </strong> smiling over to her seeming to be able to adjust and hold a reasonable conversation anyways .&nbsp; <strong>" You ...any addictions you want to admit to ...I am John by the way , most call me JD . Have to forgive me , not many lovely woman come up front to chat often ...just threw me off my game a little . "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>Looking back to the road as he flipped his blinker on before moving back to the slow lane ...of course it had started to rain . Moving to start the wipers up as he realized he had just admitted to the woman that captured his breath every time he looked at her that he was . A sideways look up at her ...good god she was beautiful surly she was in love with one of the band members . <strong>" So which band member you ..."</strong>&nbsp; maybe he didn't want to know as he stopped mid sentence and went back to looking at the road . <strong>" nevermind ...that is none of my business . " </strong><br><br>Yep all that practice in what to say , how to get her attention ...and here he was looking like a complete moron . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 16:40:18</strong>
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				Davis &amp; Rayne &amp; Maggie<br><br>Davis was distracted by the long pair of legs hanging down from the balcony, even before Rayne started to speak.&nbsp; He watched them slide down, followed by the rest of her, like it was happening in slow motion.&nbsp; Just as slow as the smile that spread across his face.&nbsp; Pearly whites gleaming Davis let her take the shirt, taking her all in like a long drink.<br><br>"A beautiful girl who takes my laundry and brings me my drugs?&nbsp; Maybe I died back there on stage and didn't even realize it."&nbsp; Davis walked slowly towards the woman, in a slight arc, circling her like a lion.&nbsp; "What I want is something from your little safe, something that's going to bring me up, not down, something that's going to keep me up all night, because I have some thoughts about what I'm going to be doing."&nbsp; He had to give someone props, the crew they'd put together was as good looking as the groupies.&nbsp; God, Davis loved being a rock star sometimes.<br><br>"And better bring Maggie the black tea.&nbsp; I know she doesn't want to miss a thing while Davis is up and at 'em."&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>26-05-2011, 18:55:56</strong>
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				Maggie &amp; Rayne &amp; Davis. <br><br><em>A beautiful girl who takes my laundry and brings me my drugs</em>. Maggie rolled her eyes inwardly, stealing glances at Rayne's cut off jeans. Maybe that's why Boss had ejected her from his bunk. In the fabled wizened of Joan Rivers: no man ever stuck his hand up a woman's skirt looking for a library card. The worst part of Rayne's apparent perfection was that Maggie couldn't even hold any bitterness or jealousy toward her. The girl was too damn nice. <br><br>Her heart sank at the details of Davis' drug request, and she noticeably deflated. The manager smiled wearily in Rayne's direction, nodding her confirmation that Davis' order on her behalf would do. She had plans to head to bed, but apparently those would need to be postponed. <br><br>"You know me so well." She mused in a sigh, leaning forward to rest her elbow against her knee, and her cheek against her palm. She looked up to Davis, giving a slow shake of her head. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 03:27:28</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg)<br><br><br><br>You would have thought he had seen a ghost the way he reacted to her question. Ava furrowed her eyebrows thinking about what she had just said. Feeling that she had said nothing wrong she assumed that she had just startled him. "Sorry if I scared you, I just wanted some company." She admitted to her real reason for starting their conversation. Looking over at him she noticed a small smile, making her smile as well. She drummed her fingers along the can waiting to see if he still planned on answering her question. Ava wasn't impatient but the silence that fell upon them seemed to last for hours even if it was a minute or two. Then again that could have been because she was starting to get a little jittery due to the sugar rush.<br><br>Soon enough he spoke, responding to her question from earlier. Once he told her his intentions of stopping at the next rest stop a sigh of relief slipped through her pink lips. "Thank God. I need some fresh air, or at least air that doesn't smell like a stadium being burned down by chaotic fans." She giggled softly her smile widening as the thought of just getting off the bus for a few minutes. "Addictions?"&nbsp; She looked down at the energy drink she held in her hand, tilting it as she counted how many she had before and after the show. "Well I have been drinking a lot of energy drinks lately, yeah I'm addicted. I probably should really work on that." Nodding as she remembered just how bad it was for her to drink them back to back, but until she found an alternative energy source she would continue to drink them.&nbsp; <br><br>Hearing him reintroduce himself while complimenting her made her cheeks turn a soft pink. "Nice to meet you JD, I'm Ava if you didn't already know. Thanks for the compliment, I do believe this may be the first time I've really held a conversation with anyone on this bus without feeling forced to do so." While switching lanes the darken clouds opened up, releasing&nbsp; raindrops that fell as if they had been held in the clouds for days. Hopefully the rain would help extinguish the stadium if firefighters hadn't already put the fire out. JD had started posing a question having to do with the band members but didn't finish it, Ava thought she had a pretty good idea of what he was about to ask. However since he dropped the unfinished question she just shrugged it off, besides being up front while seeing the raindrops fall against the windshield just seemed so relaxing and she didn't want to ruin the moment. It was just what she had needed in the first place, well timed if you asked her.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 07:04:15</strong>
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				Biting her lip, Rayne forced herself to stay cool as her insides were buzzing about holding Davis’s shirt. It was like a little piece of the incredible talent and soul he possessed, pulling her into his music. Sliding the shirt over her shoulder, Rayne’s hands settled on her hips, letting Davis stalk towards her. Keeping her eyes on Maggie as Davis started to circle her, Rayne grinned rolling her eyes at the other girl. <br><br>“Sure thing big guy, I’m sure I got something that’ll keep you going as long as you want”, Rayne turned from Maggie, grabbing Davis as he was rounding around her side. “I’ll be back in a sec Maggie” shooting a wink over her shoulder as she tugged Davis down the hall of the bus to one of the back cabinets.<br><br>Opening the cabinet, Rayne revealed a hard locking safe with a key pad code. She smiled wide at Davis before putting her hand over his eyes, “No peeking”. Last thing they all needed was Davis getting into the stash and tearing up the place. Rayne keyed in the code, opening the door, pulling her hand from Davis’s face, she let it graze over his naked chest lightly. “Take a look, but you only get to pick one” Rayne pulled out some coke and speed, there was meth in the safe as well.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 19:30:52</strong>
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				<strong>Aurora Draven</strong> <br><br><br>Aurora slipped out of the shower and dried her hair with a towel. The shower had felt good on her skin and she felt a bit more refreshed. The pills she had taken earlier had finally kicked in and her eyes were heavy with intoxication. She slipped on a tight black tank top and pulled on a pair tight back sweat pants and stepped out of the restroom area. She made her way up to the common room where Davis was circling the cute new girl like a lion. <br><br>Aurora's eyes were once more hidden behind black shades as she plopped down on the couch next to Maggie. The silent lead guitarist reached over Maggie and grabbed a pack of cigarettes and shook a single one out and placed it between her lips, then searched for a lighter. Her long black hair was still damp from her shower and hung in clumps around her face, hiding most of her expressions. <br><br>"Got a light?" She mumbled to Maggie, the cigarette bouncing between her full lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 20:34:31</strong>
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				<strong>Maggie</strong><br><br>Had Maggie not been distracted by Aurora's company, she might have objected to Rayne's proposal, assuming Davis would scoop up generous amounts of all he was offered and scarf it down with a shit eating grin. However she was slightly dazed by the raven headed guitarist's presence. Normally Maggie found herself a little tongue tied around the talented, beautiful and poised young woman, but tonight she had the added awkwardness of wondering whether Aurora had seen her fall from Boston's bunk. Maggie had thought she'd seen her curvy shadow looming behind her as she splayed over the floor. <br><br>Her embarrassment showed in a faint splash of blush over her cheeks, the evasiveness of her eyes and the slight trembling of her hands as she patted herself down in search of the lighter she kept on her person for just such an occasion. She produced a half full white bic lighter and offered the plastic tube to Aurora, knowing that trying to spark it and meet the tip of the cigarette with her uncooperative hands would likely only make her appear more frazzled then she already had. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 20:56:33</strong>
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				<strong>Aurora Draven</strong> <br><br>Aurora took the lighter and ignited. The flame reflected off her glasses as she seemed to be staring at Maggie from behind the shades. She took a long drag, letting the smoke bleed out from between her lips. She then leaned back, looking towards Davis as he made an ass out of himself. It was no secret that the two of them didn't get along, but some how they made beautiful music together. <br><br>Over the next few minutes Aurora would lean back, smoking her cigarette and watching Davis. The loud music blaring in the speakers from all around. "Fuck him." Aurora finally said, her voice low enough to where only Maggie could hear. <br><br>Aurora turned her head to Maggie's direction. "He's got more emotional baggage then you..." She added then slightly tilted her head to where Boston's bunk was. Her head once more turned back to Davis, as she took another drag. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>27-05-2011, 21:03:52</strong>
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				Boss had sat in his bunk all night just staring, and not even blinking. He breathed softly, and listen to his heart beat slowly. The marijuana taking it's negative effects upon him, caused him to become a little groggy. He rolled on to his back, and then grabbed his shorts. Throwing them on, and rolling out of his bunk. <br><br>He stood the for a moment looking to the front of the bus, seeing everyone together. He noticed Maggie firstly, and then Aurora. Not really paying much mind to Davis. He was Davis. He walked to the back of bus to the master bed room, and shut the door behind him. Walking in to the bathroom he shut the door behind him, and slipped out of his clothes. <br><br>Turning on the shower he turned the water to it's hottest, and let it beat against his back. It scolded him for what he did, but didn't hurt at all. Grabbing a wash cloth, and the AXE body wash, he began to scrub himself throughly. He more or less just spent a while in the shower, playing stuff over in his head. Wanting to understand things. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 06:36:32</strong>
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				Maggie<br><br>She should have been watching Davis. She should have been paying better attention. However her eyes were only for Aurora, and the image of herself returned by the dark glare of the guitarist's glasses. If only she could break off a piece of that compelling mystique and claim it for her own - maybe not to wear on a permanent basis, just to whip out in moments where it would be handy - like when dealing with venue owners. That would definitely be easier from behind the wall of a pair of black shades. <br><br>She was torn from her inner tangent by Aurora's unexpected advice. Maggie's eyes followed the direction of her chin tilt toward Boston's bunk. She blushed furiously, knowing there had been at least one witness to one of her least proud moments, though her eyes lit with curiosity at the mention of 'baggage'. Aurora was right. She should seize that anger brewing in the pit of her stomach and ride it until the end of the tour, but she couldn't help but wonder. Now wasn't the time to ask, and she doubted it would ever be. Whatever transpired in that bunk would remain a painful and best forgotten mystery. <br><br>Speak of the devil with drumsticks.<br><br>Maggie seized slightly as Boston emerged, picking a spot on the bus floor and staring at it. As he disappeared into the master bedroom, assumedly to shower, Maggie was overcome with the uncomfortable realization she likely wreaked of sweat, sex, fire and pot. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>fallenangel77</strong> on <strong>28-05-2011, 23:27:50</strong>
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				Neveah<br><br>Neveah pulls up to the hotel, stepping out of the car while the bell hop grabbed her luggage from the trunk.&nbsp; She hands her keys to the valet, making her way into the lobby.&nbsp; She checks in at the front counter, assured all was ready for her.&nbsp; She steps onto the elevator and up to the penthouse suit.&nbsp; <em>Nothing but the best for daddy's girl</em> she says to herself with a smirk.&nbsp; As the elevator opens, she steps into the spacious room, with a killer view of downtown Chicago.&nbsp; Directly across the street, the Sears tower stood proudly.&nbsp; She smiled to herself and tipped the bell hop.&nbsp; "Do you think you can run an errand for me?" She asks sweetly, flirting a bit with the bell hop.&nbsp; He says that he would be more than glad too.&nbsp; She hands him a note addressed to Boston, and hands the bell hop $200.&nbsp; "Make sure he gets this letter.&nbsp; They should be arriving at the arena anytime now."&nbsp; The bell hop nods and leaves.<br><br>Neveah strips out of her clothes, dropping them on the floor as she heads to the bathroom.&nbsp; She opens the top drawer of the vanity and find the gift her dealer left her.&nbsp; She pulls out the vile of cocaine, pours some on the mirror that the dealer left for her.&nbsp; She begins to cut her nose candy, and forms a perfect line.&nbsp; If there is anything guaranteed about Neveah, it is she is meticulous about certain things.&nbsp; Forming a perfect line to snort up her nose was one of them.&nbsp; She rolls up a $100 bill, just because she can, and snorts the white powder up her nose.&nbsp; She rubs some against her gums and cries out "God damn....God damn that's fucking good shit!".&nbsp; She closes her eyes and allows the drugs to take affect.&nbsp; After a minute or two, she turns on the shower, getting it nice and hot, stepping in and begins showering in hopes that Boss actually gets the letter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 00:37:01</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....driving the Bus down the interstate talking with Ava .&nbsp; </strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Nice to meet you JD, I'm Ava if you didn't already know. Thanks for the compliment, I do believe this may be the first time I've really held a conversation with anyone on this bus without feeling forced to do so."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The man smiled as he leaned back in his chair ....<strong>" Well ...glad to oblige you then ...Ava . " </strong>as he nodded his head towards her ..<strong>" You can always rely on the bus driver to make you feel at home and comfortable . Us ...Southern boys tend to have that natural knack about them that woes a girl into a state of sweet bliss before they even realize it . " </strong> winking at her before turning his attention back to the road .&nbsp; <strong>" Feel free to pick out any style of music you like ...just no head banging screaming crap that makes me want to down a bottle of Tylenol if you please. "&nbsp; </strong><br><br>He would move on down the highway ...listening to the rain pitter patter on the windshield , every so often the wipers would move across them rolling the excess water away . Rainex was on the glass and the rain already made that fast wiggling exit so for the most part there was a good clear view out the front of the bus ...of headlights and tail lights sparingly placed to mark where they were headed . After a little silence ...he looked back over at her .<strong> " So you manage to find yourself in forced situations often ....is that due to your being shy and an introvert ....or just the fact you are more a bitch and have your panties in a wad ?" </strong> grinning like a Cheshire cat now .&nbsp; <strong>" I have heard stories about fiery red heads ...and I am not sure they are all made up you know . Nothing like a woman that rather knows what she wants and then goes after it , problem is ....is she right ? Forced conversations and all ..." </strong><br><br>Passing a sign that the next roadside pleasure station was 20 miles up the road ....John let out a sigh . Man he wanted some damn coffee and a couple cheeseburgers . Looking back over at the beautiful woman that had entered his dreams more times than he wanted to admit ...and here he was being an ass to her. Well she would either get the just of his teasing and fire back or get her ass up and huff and stomp to the back of the bus . If the later he would indeed get a nice shot of that ass as she tossed it from one side to another . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>29-05-2011, 21:13:01</strong>
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				Davis &amp; Rayne<br><br>Davis grinned like a maniac as Rayne took him by the arm and dragged him down the corridor.&nbsp; "Now, this is more like it," he purred, letting her lead him along to the safe.&nbsp; He didn't even glance at it, but his grin just grew wider as she covered his eyes.&nbsp; "You're into a little kink, huh?&nbsp; That's all right with Davis, doesn't bother me at all."&nbsp; When she took her hand away he wasn't even looking at the safe or the contents she showed to him.&nbsp; His eyes were all on hers.<br><br>"Never just pick one," he told her, his smile turning sultry.&nbsp; Reaching out and stroking her shoulder, Davis moved in so that all there was between them was a couple of packages of drugs.&nbsp; "That's just the wrong way to go about life.&nbsp; Eat, drink and be merry, for tomorrow we may die.&nbsp; Or hell, tonight, the way that maniac drives this thing."&nbsp; <br><br>Davis reached down without looking and grabbed the cocaine she had in her hand.&nbsp; "You're good at procuring the stuff, now let's go and see how good you are at administering it.&nbsp; You'd be surprised at how many ways there are of introducing a substance to the human body."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 05:21:29</strong>
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				Davis had got what he needed - or wanted. Maggie couldn't really tell anymore with these rising star types. She wanted to care about them, but hadn't the slightest how to do so - as her little episode with Boston attested to in volumes. Guilt and self loathing flooded over her for having sat there while the singer staggered off to indulge in hard drugs. Helplessness - if she had to put a name to the weight pressing down on her shoulders, that would be it. She couldn't make Davis, or anyone else for that matter, <em>want</em> to behave, and even if she could, doing so might drain the whole enterprise of the grit and mystic rock n' roll sales were made of. The more she mulled over the demands of her job, the more futile and redundant they appeared. <br><br>Expelling a sigh, she rose to her feet, and even through the throws of her weariness, cast Aurora a genuine smile. "Thanks." She paused, fiddling with the ends of her shirt. "I mean it."<br><br>Aurora's advice had been taken to heart, and emboldened the petite manager in ways that were noticeable through the wear of the day. Maggie moved to the back of the bus, opening and closing the door to the Master bedroom as she passed through it heading to the bathroom. She swung open that door as well, and hovered in the threshold. <br><br>"Look, I'm not sure if you're sadist who get off on convincing girls you care about them so you can humiliate them in public, but I'd appreciate it if you'd save some of the hot water so that I can wash off the shame before I get some sleep." She called through the thick, rain forest like clouds of steam. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 05:40:13</strong>
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				Boss pondered and pondered about what just happened. His mind was so in thought he hadn't even realized that minutes had gone by so fast. Of course he had no way to tell what time it was, but he was sure it was later than the last time he saw the time. He looked around seeing nothing, but mist covered shower doors. It was time to get out of the shower. As he reached for the knob to turn off the shower head, he heard the bathroom door open in a bit of a slam. He stopped and looked at the fog, but could see nothing. <br><br>"Look, I'm not sure if you're sadist who gets off on convincing girls you care about them so you can humiliate them in public, but Id' appreciate it if you'd save some of the hot water so that I can wash off the shame before I get some sleep." He heard Maggie's voice, and his heart had nearly sunk in to his intestines. Boss sat quietly for a while, and then he opened the door to the shower, "I need to talk to you, so either enjoy the hot water now or I'm going to use it all." He didn't even like that he had threatened her in a way, but he had to get her in the shower with him. <br><br>"Well?" He said then shut the door. Boss just walked backwards, and leaned against the wall. Waiting to see what Maggie would do. Odds were she would probably tell him to go fuck himself, but then again he knew Maggie to a certain extinct. Perhaps she would at least listen before passing true judgement on him, and if anything Boss would swallow enough pride, just to say he was sorry, because he felt sorry. She would be the first he admitted it to. Even Aurora had gotten the same treatment once, and he had never apologized to her. Things were different between them though, and Boss was going to save what ever friendship he had with Maggie.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 06:11:59</strong>
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				Maggie had cast her eyes aside out of habit when the shower door opened out of modest habit, but her gaze shot back to it once it was shut again. She blinked a few times, staring in blindsided shock. Her anger remained, though it mingled with truly stunned awe. <br><br>"You mean in there- with you? Are you fucking <em>insane</em>?" She asked, her voice reaching a pitch she normally refrained from releasing around band mates. She entered the bathroom, letting the door shut behind her, and moved to the shower. She couldn't see Boston through the dense steam. He must have been showering in near scalding water. After a few labored breaths, she rested a palm against the glass. <br><br>"I wouldn't mind talking either, but you can't just blackmail me out of my clothes - certainly not over fucking hot water." To think her dignity could be bought for the most meager comforts only added insult to injury. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 06:23:25</strong>
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				"I don't see you having an option, and yes I'm fucking insane." Her reaction wasn't exactly how he thought it would go. She was in the bathroom with him, but she wasn't in the shower. "I'm going to be stubborn, and dumb all the shit you will call me till you're in the shower with me." He said calm as he walked up to the glass, and put his hand where her hands shadow roamed. <br><br>"I'll even give Walter a call first thing in the morning. Sure he'd like to know about our little rendezvous." He would pull some stupid shit just to get what he wanted, and this situation was no different. He once got a drug dealer to cut his price in half, just because he knew that he wasn't getting any profit, and needed it. Boss could be manipulative at times, but he never used it against people unless he wanted something. Though thinking back his time with Maggie could have been a subconscious act. <br><br>"No!" He said as he shook the thought off, slamming his palm against the glass. He felt something for Maggie when they were together, it wasn't just to satisfy his needs. He tried to get that thoughts off his head, it wasn't true.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 06:25:30</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg)<br><br><br><br>Watching JD lean back in his chair she could tell that he was finally relaxing around her. His comment about Southern boys was accurate. There was something about them that just pulled Ava to them; it was more than likely the way they just made her feel comfortable when in their presence. Ava flashed a smile, giggling like a school girl before putting the energy drink up to her lips for a small sip. “Eh you won't have to worry about that, head banging screaming crap that makes anyone want to drug their self is not my cup of tea anyway. I'm not really paying much attention to the music anyhow.<br><br><br><strong>" So you manage to find yourself in forced situations often ....is that due to your being shy and an introvert ....or just the fact you are more a bitch and have your panties in a wad ?"</strong><br><br><br>Ava became silent for a few minutes; normally she probably would have just ended the conversation. However she realized that killing friendships before they start wouldn't do her any good. Besides from the look on his face she could tell he was either just teasing or trying to get a reaction out of her. “What happened to the whole southern boys and sweet bliss statement? Or was I just imagining that?” She asked jokingly. “I usually find myself in situations like that because I normally keep to myself. As for being a bitch I have my tendencies and even if I was being a bitch I wouldn't be forced to do anything. Hell, I'd probably be the one doing the forcing.” Ava smirked, feeling as if she had answered his question without being too much of a smartass.<br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 07:54:31</strong>
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				The sight of the silhouette of his hand meeting opposite the glass where her hand lay was... unexpected. She stared are the markedly larger shadow for a moment until the drummer's second threat registered. Going from a cold shower to taking actions that could set in motion her firing, or worse, was something of a leap. Boston had drastically upped the anti.<br><br>She was left to twist under the weight of that dark promise. Time seemed to crawl by, and for a moment, she considered caving to his request, the thought of even having to <em>talk</em> about sex with Walter proving enough motivation to endure whatever Boston had planned. <br><br>As quick as the threat was made, it was retracted, however. Maggie swiftly withdrew her hand as Boston's palm violently met the glass. Her breath came sharper, and she took a small step back. "I don't know what's wrong Boston. You're scaring me." She admitted, in tones more low and level then before. She eyes the contours of the bathroom, tongue sliding across her teeth in thought. "Look, I'll come in if you promise not to talk to Walter - or anyone at ImagiCorp about this for that matter, but my clothes stay on." She was firm on that last point. She'd be damned if she'd offer him up another opportunity to drag her pride under the wheels of the bus. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 08:06:28</strong>
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				"Look what ever. I just need to talk to you, but I'd prefer you take your clothes off. I'm not going to do anything, I'll say what I need to say, and you can take your shower." He said, and then opened the door to the shower. His head popped out and he instantly eyed Maggie. "Please." His eyes pleaded with hers, but slowly disappeared as he pulled back in to the shower. <br><br>Boss knew the repercussions of what he had done, and could understand why Maggie wouldn't why she wouldn't get in the shower with him. Well not naked at least, but he hoped she still had some respect for him. It was probably just too early, but Boss was still persistent. He turned the water down to warm, and then closed the shower door a little. <br><br>"I guess I should start with I'm sorry Maggie." Though he would like to look her in the eyes, starting with that could ease things. "I really am. I didn't want that to happen." He said as he stared at the shadow figure of Maggie's through the glass. He let out a strong sigh, trying to keep everything together. He wasn't much for admitting he was wrong, and was quite stubborn.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 17:31:20</strong>
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				Smiling as he stepped closer, Rayne enjoyed the proximity the rocker before her had chosen. She could feel the heat come off him in waves, still trying to cool his body from the show. Licking her lips as her eyes lazily wandered over the chest before returning to his face. “I know a few way, but how does&nbsp; smart guy like you need help from me?” reaching out she wiped off some sweat making its way down his chest, her hands almost trembled as she touch the music god before her.<br><br>This was what she loved about working bands, the different people and energies she met. Rayne fed off the soul and power these people invoked, and the pleasure they produced in many ways. She was hoping once Davis got amped up he’d reward her for her help, maybe reward her over and over.<br><br>&nbsp;Rayne grinned as he took the bag from her; turning back to the safe she shut it before he could make a move for more. She was sure he’d want more, but she had to keep a tab, didn’t want David OD’d before the tour even got under way. He was right about one thing though, they may all die tonight the way JD was driving this mini hotel on wheel.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 18:34:48</strong>
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				Her head tilted to the side as she considered the apology. "You say that like you were powerless to stop it." She observed, her tone clearly indicating she wasn't entirely convinced that was the case. Baggage or no, it wasn't as if some spirit of Boston'd past had taken possession of his body and <em>compelled</em> him to eject her from the bunk. Despite how radically her perspective on the drummer had shifted in the past few hours, she refused to think of the man as helpless. <br><br>Expelling a heavy sigh, she folded over and cuffed up the legs of her jeans. "I don't want things to be weird between us - especially not if it could hurt the tour." She called, standing up. No need to punish the whole crew for her lapse into weakness and stupidity. She drew a deep breath, squaring of her shoulders before she stepped into the shower. Boston came into view, but rather then look at him, she directed her gaze downward and off to the side of his bare feet.<br><br>"I know this might be difficult for you to wrap your head around. This bus is practically a nudist colony on wheels, but getting naked in front of someone is still something of a big deal for me. I mean, I kept my shirt on while you were fucking my brains out. That ought to say something." She shrugged, gripping at her elbows. For a moment, a ghost of her smile hung on her lips. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 19:37:57</strong>
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				"I wasn't powerless at all, and I should have stopped it. I didn't." He said as he looked at Maggie she wouldn't even give him a look. He must have done that much damage. He shrugged and then walked up to her. <br><br>"I don't want things to be weird between us either," He said as he stood motionless in front of Maggie, he should have just blew it off like usual. He couldn't though. This weighed heavy on his heart though for some reason. "Maggie I don't care. You can wear what ever you want." He said and then stretched. <br><br>"I care about you. More than I will ever admit," he exhaled strongly. Boss then rose his hands, and sat them softly on her shoulders. He leaned and placed his forehead to hers. "I don't know what I want, but I know that I value your friendship and what ever this is that I feel for you." His voice was low and deep. Boss was being completely honest with her, but if she didn't believe him he wouldn't at all be hurt. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 21:37:49</strong>
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				Maggie was completely disarmed, and stood in silent awe as Boston loomed before her naked in the literal and metaphoric sense. Something profound was happening, it seemed,&nbsp; though she couldn't give a name to it. No one had ever approached her with comparable self compromising honesty, and she definitely hadn't expected Boston to be the first. <br><br>She was overcome with the human instinct to compensate with self-assuredness and comfort when met with the distress of another. That impulse swallowed up her own hurt, for better or worse. She raised a hand and cupped the back of his wet head, leaning into his brow. <br><br>"Hey, don't worry. Everything's going to be fine." She said lowly, stroking the base of his skull with her thumb. "You promised me it would be worth it, remember? Well it would hardly be worth it if cost me one of the few things keeping sane on this long, slow train wreck. Just relax, take your time. I'm definitely not going anywhere. My contract is ironclad." She smirked at the trace of dark humor.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>30-05-2011, 22:02:59</strong>
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				Boss felt Maggie's hand on the back of his neck, and slowly the weight of the world was departing from his shoulders. He nodded slowly, "I remember." He looked up to Maggie, and listened to her words. She admitted that he was part of the reason her sanity was still intact. He couldn't help but smile, and he did. His hands slid up her soft shoulders, and to her neck. Slowly bought his lips to hers, and kissed her lightly<br><br>Pulling back he stepped away from Maggie. "I think for right now we shouldn't be paying each other a visit in any bunk." He said laughing a bit at the irony. "Just to make sure nothing like that happens again." He spoke softly as he turned the water off. "You did nothing wrong back there. I just want you to know that." He said in reference to the sex, and to him throwing her out. None of it was her fault. <br><br>Stepping out of the shower slowly Boss grabbed a towel and then began to dry off. His hair fell to one side, and made him look like a fool. He cleaned the mirror off, and looked in to it. Truth was Boss was doing everything in his power to control himself. He didn't think Maggie could look any sexier, but she was pretty damn hot in the shower. Even with her clothing on. <br><br>Grabbing his shorts he grabbed the small bag of blow, and dumped a small bit on the back of his hand near his thumb, and snorted it. He closed his eyes and then opened them. Going back to the mirror Boss dried himself off, and then spoke. "Enjoy your shower Maggie." He said, and then headed back to his bunk with the towel wrapped around him. Opening the curtain and grabbing his boxers out of the small corner towards the back. Slipping them on and then dropping the towel. <br><br>He went in to the small compartment, and then grabbed another pair of shorts. Walking up front he saw Davis, and some random chick with him. Must be a groupie. Taking a seat he popped open the window, and grabbed a cigarette from the top of the cabinet. Lighting the cigarette he just relaxed a bit before he would go to bed. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 01:13:43</strong>
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				<strong>Davis &amp; Rayne</strong><br><br><div class="spoiler_container"><div onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button" class="spoiler_header">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=107058.msg4713728#msg4713728">Quote from: GreenEyes on 30-05-2011, 17:31:20</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Smiling as he stepped closer, Rayne enjoyed the proximity the rocker before her had chosen. She could feel the heat come off him in waves, still trying to cool his body from the show. Licking her lips as her eyes lazily wandered over the chest before returning to his face. “I know a few way, but how does&nbsp; smart guy like you need help from me?” reaching out she wiped off some sweat making its way down his chest, her hands almost trembled as she touch the music god before her.<br><br>This was what she loved about working bands, the different people and energies she met. Rayne fed off the soul and power these people invoked, and the pleasure they produced in many ways. She was hoping once Davis got amped up he’d reward her for her help, maybe reward her over and over.<br><br>&nbsp;Rayne grinned as he took the bag from her; turning back to the safe she shut it before he could make a move for more. She was sure he’d want more, but she had to keep a tab, didn’t want David OD’d before the tour even got under way. He was right about one thing though, they may all die tonight the way JD was driving this mini hotel on wheel.<br></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div></div></div><br>They were being very careful about Davis and his drug habits, but Davis himself was oblivious to it.&nbsp; His appetite for destruction might have been worrisome, but it only came about when he was bored.&nbsp; And at this moment, Davis was anything but bored.&nbsp; He had a bag of coke in his hand and a gorgeous girl running her finger down his chest.&nbsp; It was the next best thing to being on stage.<br><br>"Maybe I'm not as smart as you think," Davis joked back.&nbsp; He put a hand on each of Rayne's shoulders and walked her backwards until her ass hit the safe door she had just closed.&nbsp; Coke still gripped in his hand, he pressed his body against hers, grinding his lips lightly.&nbsp; "So tell me, Rayne, are you a shy girl or a wild girl?" he asked as his hands got busy behind her, breaking the package open on top of the safe.&nbsp; His eyes were on hers, her body caught between his arms, between his hips and the safe.<br><br>Getting the coke loose, he took his eyes off her, glancing around and yelling back into the main area. "Where's the fucking mirror and the tooter!?&nbsp; Where's the fucking tools of the trade?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 03:43:34</strong>
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				Maggie<br>---------<br><br>Tonight had been a peculiar night of firsts: First <em>real</em> orgasm at the hands of someone other then herself. first time being humiliated after sex, first time taking an aggressive stance against someone who'd wronged her, and now, if she wasn't mistaken, first time having someone declare a deep unspoken affection for her. She remained motionless and silent where Boston had kissed her, even after he'd left the shower. Something of a giddy school girl smile spread across her features when he'd returned to the bathroom, though that quickly fell at the familiar sound of a coke filled snort. Few happy stories she could think of ended with a line - though maybe she was being a little foolish in looking for one on the back of a tour bus. <br><br>Ah well, at least Boston had removed her from any responsibility when it came to his pushing her away. The drummer likely had no idea how much of a boon that was. Maggie would have been haunted by that mystery for years, constantly playing over their encounter, trying to pick out where it had all gone wrong. She'd have likely fixated on the fact he hadn't came... and that might still bother her some. <br><br>She scoffed at herself as she slunk out of her damp clothes and into a warm, welcomed shower. She emerged feeling cleaner then she ever had. Rather then slink back into the clothes that were still saturated with the many odors of the day, she wrapped herself in a towel and with wet tendrils of hair dangling about her shoulders and her clothes held tightly to her chest, made a b-line for her bunk. <br><br>She emerged from the bathroom after Davis' outburst, without hearing his demands. Ignorance is bliss. Though in an obvious hurry to slip behind her curtain, she shot Boston a bit of a dorky smile before doing so. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Kaisude</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 04:15:54</strong>
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				His ears perked up when he heard Davis as for the necessary tools to get high. He grinned and then looked to Maggie, he shot her a crazy look for fun, and then went back to smoking his cigarette. "Davis you're such a lazy ass. Can't you get shit yourself." He said then started laughing. Getting up and grabbing a small little tray off the counter, and pulled his bag of coke. He set up two lines, and then sat them down next to Davis. "Enjoy." He said and then went back to smoking his cigarette. <br><br>Flicking ashes out the window he stuck his head out the window and blew the smoke out. He watched it roll back in to his face, and then started grimacing. "Fuck!" He sat back in to his seat, and wiped his eyes. A stupid idea on his part to be honest. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 08:00:31</strong>
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				Rayne and Davis<br><br>Things were getting even better for Rayne as she was trapped between the wall and a sexy man. Rayne’s back instinctively arched up, pressing her body forward in Davis, the heat from his body transferring into hers. Rayne had to bite her lip as the rock god before her ground into her, the jean skirt hiked even higher along her long tanned legs. Rayne could feel her ass starting to peek out the bottom.<br><br>Running her hands up Davis’s chest, her arms lazily hung over his shoulders. Her fingers playing along the base of his skull, “I can be shy at times, but maybe you can make me wild, right?”.&nbsp; Rayne could feel his hands moving behind her, and if they weren’t on her body they were on the coke. As he yelled out his demands, her thoughts were confirmed. Rayne wasn’t one for coke, so she was hoping he’d just take it himself. Rayne preferred to be in control of her mind and body, though a nice buzz wasn’t off her list, and she could certainly drink most men under the table without even walking funny after.&nbsp; <br><br>Rayne’s gaze switched from Davis to Boss as he deposited the ‘tools’ as requested, “Thanks Boss, you’re such a sweetheart”, she quipped at him as he walked away. Turning back to Davis, Rayne peered up at him through her long lashes as her fingers continued their work over his neck and head.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Aurora Wayland</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 16:19:09</strong>
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				<strong>Aurora Draven</strong> <br><br>The Lead guitarist of the Delinquents finished her cigarette and head back to the master bedroom, passing Boss and the numerous other bunks that littered the hall way. She opened the door and closed it behind her, locking it. She would remain there for the rest of the night. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>31-05-2011, 18:26:43</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....driving the Bus down the interstate talking with Ava .&nbsp; </strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">“What happened to the whole southern boys and sweet bliss statement? Or was I just imagining that?” She asked jokingly. “I usually find myself in situations like that because I normally keep to myself. As for being a bitch I have my tendencies and even if I was being a bitch I wouldn't be forced to do anything. Hell, I'd probably be the one doing the forcing.” Ava smirked, feeling as if she had answered his question without being too much of a smartass.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>John's grin only grew as the woman answered him , shifting a little in his seat before looking back over at the sexy red head . <strong>" Perfect ...just how I enjoy my women to be honest ..."</strong> as he gave her a wink . Now that they had the dominance issue out of the way and the question still remaining about how well of a good southern boy the bus driver was everything seemed in place . Least she didn't leave and him end up having to follow and somehow work up an apology for being such a dickhead . <br><br>Hell her answer was almost priceless to the man as it would make his fantasies even more vivid . If ever they crossed into a reality type situation even better but for now the man was happy to of just confirmed the woman's true nature. <strong>" So ..other than music what interests you ? For me I enjoy a bit of drawing sometimes , not too bad at it ....started out designing tats for the most part . Then kind of bridged out from there ....if your interested maybe sometime I will dig out a few of my filled up pads and let you look at them . Maybe even get you to model for me , if your willing anyways . I will warn you some of the drawings are a bit graphic . I just use colored pencils to fill in the color ...I not that gifted with paint or anything . " </strong> looking back to the road ...as he moved then with the turn signal to go around another slow ass truck in front of him . Those headlights on the back of metal doors sent back a glare and sunglasses at night usually made people nervous . <br><br>He would indeed listen to whatever else she was into with an interest ...see how compatible they were as John seemed to like a connection to the women he brought into his bed . Sure a one night stand scattered his past , few orgies here and there but ...he was more into pleasuring another because he felt compelled to do so . Giving a trust element into the mix thinking of a past lover now that had taken his own life . He should of spoken up more and tried to change things but he was just too young then and just getting used to being with a man with that much charisma . then the red-headed drowned rat came into his life and seemed to give him permission to open up again . A distancing of that second pain had brought him to hook up with this band making a new family . Vince joining and coming along made it seem perfect in a lot of ways , dude was a good man . <br><br>As the road continued ....and the rest stop was up ahead , soon he would have more coffee and some cheeseburgers. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>01-06-2011, 21:30:40</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg) <br><br><br>Ava looked down in her lap noticing the boxy like bulge that poked out the top of her pocket. It dawned on her that she hadn't smoked her routine after show cigarette due to the fans. She was starting to crave it now but she decided to wait instead of adding onto the cloud of smoke hovering through the bus. Making a internal decision she pushed the bulge down deeper in her pockets. "Uh huh is that so?" she asked making a small mental note to herself. Smiling playfully as he winked at her. <br><br>"Well I've played the violin since I was five, though I'm not much of a drawer myself. However I can draw a pretty awesome stick person. I'll definitely have to check out your drawings sometime." Ava only had one small tattoo of a blue star on her left thigh that could only be seen if her shorts were short enough. Of course her parents had no clue about it and neither did most people she knew. It was acquired during a rebellious stage along with her smoking habits. "Maybe if you're a good little southern boy I'll model for you sometime." She chuckled quietly to herself hearing his warning. "Graphic or not I still want to see, giving me warnings before I do just makes me want to see them even more." <br><br>Ava looked over at him, her reflection shone in his glasses as he turned to her for a minute before looking back at the road. Her elbow sat up on the arm rest, letting her chin lay in her open palm. She watched quietly thoughts floating about in her head. "So why do you wear sunglasses this late at night? It almost seems as if your hiding something or hiding from someone." It wasn't the first time she had seen a person wearing sunglasses at night but she never thought to ask why. Thinking back on it anytime she had seen JD he was wearing sunglasses. It always left her wanting to know more about him.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 04:48:09</strong>
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				<strong>Rayne and Davis</strong><br><br>"Thanks, man," Davis told Boss, taking the tray from him.&nbsp; He stepped back, separating himself from Rayne's entwining arms as he smiled mischievously at her.&nbsp; "I'm quite sure I can, honey.&nbsp; You're in charge of meeting my recreational needs, ain't that right?"&nbsp; He nodded at the coke she had supplied him.&nbsp; "Procurement and delivery, that's what I need.&nbsp; An old tray, that's good enough for the musicians.&nbsp; But I'm the fucking singer, I need to snort like a rock star.&nbsp; And you know how rock stars snort, Rayne?&nbsp; Real rock stars, I mean like Keith fucking Richards.&nbsp; Off a beautiful pair of tits.&nbsp; That's the only way."&nbsp; <br><br>Davis gestured at the fold out table next to them, then followed the gesture with a sweeping arm, knocking the magazines someone had left there onto the floor.&nbsp; "You're going to give me my first rock star line, Rayne, you lucky fucking thing.&nbsp; It will probably be in my biography.&nbsp; So let's get that shirt off and start living life." 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>03-06-2011, 20:46:05</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....parking the Bus at a rest stop still talking with Ava .&nbsp; </strong><br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Well I've played the violin since I was five, though I'm not much of a drawer myself. However I can draw a pretty awesome stick person. I'll definitely have to check out your drawings sometime." ............"Maybe if you're a good little southern boy I'll model for you sometime." She chuckled quietly to herself hearing his warning. "Graphic or not I still want to see, giving me warnings before I do just makes me want to see them even more." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>John smiled and glanced over to her as he pulled over into the right lane again the exit for the rest stop was only 2 miles up ahead now . <strong> " Violin is a very difficult instrument to play ....hats off to you on that one . I pick at a guitar here and there but nothing to jump up and down about more just for my own enjoyment . My grandfather played the fiddle and he attempted to teach me ...but I wasn't very good at listening it seemed . So after one too many thunks on my head - I gave up trying to weld the thing . The screeching sound was killing my ears anyways . "</strong>&nbsp; as he grinned and moved to pull the bus into the parking area . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So why do you wear sunglasses this late at night? It almost seems as if your hiding something or hiding from someone." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><strong><br>"Bright lights hurt my eyes ...so I normally always have them on to block out the sun, headlights and or any other light . "</strong> Soon the sound of the airbrakes let out that sound ...and he arched his body stretching it some as he shut the bus of and pulled the keys out of the ignition . His hand reached up and he pulled the glasses off his face and leaned over towards the woman in the passenger seat . Looking directly into her eyes as his own seemed a tad bit glossed over and yet were a bluish gray color that sparkled as the street light hit them . Such an odd color really as the man licked his lips . <strong> " Nothing all that mysterious under these glasses , just a simple man that has some exotic kinks and is rather picky about whom he shares them with . You want to come get some coffee and burgers with me , maybe get some fresh air ?" </strong><br><br>Slowly standing up as he offered his hand to help the woman up .&nbsp; <strong>" I do have a question though ....maybe while we walk you can give me some clues as to what a "good " southern boy might have to do ...it's been awhile since I managed to qualify and I hate to screw it up . I am praying that in some situations being good at being bad counts ." </strong> smiling as he stepped back to give her room to climb out of the passenger's seat as he wanted to walk through and go out the bus side door ..so he could announce to the rest they had stopped for awhile . <br><br>Turning his head ...then as he yelled back .... <strong>" REST STOP ...ASSHOLES ....WANT FOOD , COFFEE .....WE TAKE BACK OFF IN 20 or SO ...DON"T MAKE ME LEAVE YA . " </strong> muttering as he pushed out the door ...<strong>" or have to hunt your drunk asses down . "</strong>&nbsp; his hand slipped the sunglasses back on just as he stepped outside . He would wait a few for Ava if she was coming , if not ....he was headed into the building to get him a large coffee and a bag&nbsp; cheeseburgers . 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 06:10:54</strong>
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				Rayne couldn’t help but giggle slight at Davis, lead singers were always such characters but she loved them that way, kept her life interesting. Following him over to the table, “Sure thing big guy, I got what ya need” arching her back to jiggle her tits in her halter, she had forgone the bra for just such occasions. She watched him push the miscellaneous off the table, it was almost gentlemanly of him to move the things. Rayne had been shoved or thrown onto many a table, but no one really clear the place for her.<br><br>Sliding herself up onto the table, her skirt nearly a belt by now, Rayne reached back. Pulling her hands under her long hair, she untied the straps of her halter. Easy access was what she liked to dress as, easy to move in and easy to take off. The people she surrounded herself with seemed to appreciate it to a degree, though Rayne had been talked to by many another groupies, calling her a whore. Rayne didn’t care, after all she was the one laying out over a table with rock gods at her disposal. <br><br>Laying back over the table, gasping softly at the cool surface touched her back, Rayne grabbed the straps tugging them down over her round tits, letting them free for the world to see. She was proud of her body, and by damn if she wasn’t going to use it to her advantage. However, just as she was pulling her hair back from her chest, JD shouted about the rest stop as they pulled in and the bus stopped.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 07:16:17</strong>
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				Maggie - manager (http://24.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_kv37imEg461qzbn4do1_400.jpg) - Heading into the rest stop to satisfy her sweet tooth and extend a smokeable olive branch<br><hr><br>Between a nice, warm shower and the most rigorous sex she ever had, sleep ought to have come easy, but it didn't. She lay listlessly in her bunk, staring at the ceiling through tired half lidded eyes. Every muscle was drained and weary, but not unpleasantly so. The fatigue was almost euphoric. For the first time since the band's wild ride began, Maggie felt at ease. If given the option, she'd have remained holed up there for weeks, but soon that desire was displaced by another when JD's southern drawl shouting back from the front. <br><br>Upon hearing those docile tones, Maggie sat abruptly upright, tendrils of damp hair whipping about her neck. After a brief wriggle into a pair of knee length board shorts and a tank top, Maggie emerged from her bunk with a folded paper bag in hand. The clapping of her foam flip flops carried her across the buss where, upon catching a glimpse of Rayne's abundant rack, her head snapped briskly in the other direction. <br><br>She scowled some when she realized JD had already abandoned the bus by the time she made it to the front. Maggie stuffed the bag under his seat and wandered out into the squint inducing fluorescent light of the rest stop. She shuffled to the slushy machine and filled a big gulp container with a cocktail of various flavors of her own design. Before she coughed up the change for the drink, she snagged a bag of strawberry twizlers and tossed them onto the counter. <br><br>She'd torn open the packaging and tugged lose a string of licorice by the time she'd spotted JD at the coffee station. Moving to his side, she gave him a light poke. "Hey, you got us out of a tight situation back there. Left a token of my appreciation under your seat." She smirked, twizler still dangling from her lips as she nodded back in the direction of the venue. Inside said present was her emergency stash: the best weed held just in case one of the band members came at her demanding something exceptional. With Rayne now on board, Maggie didn't feel as obliged to hold onto the stuff, and somehow she thought JD would be the most inclined to appreciate it. The driver's drug use, as mild as it might have been, had one been a point of contention between the two - in that Maggie had been anxious by it. Leaving the paper bag under his seat was the extension of the proverbial olive branch - an olive branch which if smoked, would get you very, very high. <br><br>She took a noisy slurp of her big gulp and was about to leave when something caught from the corner of her eye caused her smirk to broaden. She reached out and claimed a pair of aviator sunglasses similar to those of JD's and slid them over her nose. <br><br>"What do you think?" She grinned, offering a profile view as the $5 price tag fluttered around her bridge. 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>05-06-2011, 20:50:49</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg) <br><br>&nbsp; <br>"Learning to play wasn't really my choice, more of my parents. I wanted to quit when I was sixteen but by then they had spent so much money investing in me that I just continued to play anyway." Ava chuckled softly hearing about his story. "Aww, poor baby." she teased, grinning at him. Looking out the window she almost didn't realize that they had stopped at a rest stop. She brushed her bangs out of her face with her fingers. Turning back to JD she watched as he took off his glasses, leaning in to show her his eyes. Even though his eyes were somewhat glossed over they were still beautiful. Maybe she was wrong, nothing mysterious about him it seemed. Ava stretched her arms out as she arched her back to stretch. "I'll join you, but I'm going to have a smoke first. So I'll catch up with you in a few minutes." <br><br>Taking his hand she stood up smiling at him. "You want tips on how to be a good southern boy huh? Hmm. As long as you can keep me in that sweet bliss you mentioned earlier..." she paused shortly her index finger trailed along his chest. "Then I'm sure you'll be fine." smirking she slid past him hopping off the bus while he made his announcement. Reaching in her pocket she pulled her last cigarette out before crushing the empty pack in her hand and tossing it in a nearby trashcan. Ava put the cigarette up to her lips and slipped her hand in her pocket fishing around until she retrieved her lighter. Lighting her cigarette she inhaled slowly. It had already been lit earlier before the show so it wasn't long before she was down to the butt of the cigarette. <br><br>Flicking the butt off to the side she met up with JD back inside. But before walking over to him she decided to pick up a pack of gum and fix a cup of sweet tea. She walked around aimlessly browsing the shelves. Before walking back to the coffee station. "Hey Maggie." She politely nodded to her. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 02:55:55</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....at the rest stop , coffee - cheeseburgers .... Ava and Maggie ..a redhead sandwich .&nbsp; </strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"You want tips on how to be a good southern boy huh? Hmm. As long as you can keep me in that sweet bliss you mentioned earlier..." she paused shortly her index finger trailed along his chest. "Then I'm sure you'll be fine."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Oh now that would keep a grin on his face for awhile ...as he made his way into the rest stop . Letting Ava get her smoke in and explore around the shops . He moved right up to the counter however and ordered a large black coffee and ten cheeseburgers . Picked up his coffee and began to drink it as he stepped back and waited on his order . Making the night crew work was not always a good thing ...but hell he tipped the girl so that ought to ensure so warm fresh greasy ones . That he was sure of ....as he leaned against a trash can and folded one foot over the other letting his elbow hold him up . Sunglasses on ...hair all messed up from the rain and wind . God living on the road sucked . Only an hour or so and they would be at the Hotel .&nbsp; Then a different voice cut through the air . <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Hey, you got us out of a tight situation back there. Left a token of my appreciation under your seat." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Looking down at where the rule toting big mamma pointed and then he shifted moving a hand upwards to remove the sunglasses .<strong> " You want to massage my ass ...well now that's a switch ...normally your kicking it ain't yea sweetheart . "</strong>&nbsp; giving her a wink ...<strong> " My pleasure , the alternative was to burn up ...naaaa shitty way to go . "&nbsp; </strong>Grinning to himself as the girl come up with the cheeseburgers ... grabbing the bag and thanking her . <br><br>Turning he seen Maggie modeling a pair of sunglasses with a 5 buck tag on the side ...as he slipped his change into her hand . <strong>" Go buy you them girlfriend ...you look hot . " </strong> as he leaned forward and gave her a soft kiss to the forehead. <strong> " Don't let anyone tell you any different Maggie . " </strong> As he stepped away to give the manager the space she deserved . He rather enjoyed their back and forth anyways and most the time it was all just a game , every so often he needed to make sure she knew that .&nbsp; <strong>" Even if you are a slave driver ..." </strong> though of course it never lasted long with JD just that passing moment of giving a shit . Deep down though wasn't no one going to hurt or touch that woman without her permission or he would beat the holy shit out of them from here to next week . <br><br>Ava popped up then ....he voice now drew him as he lifted up the bag ...<strong> " I got my cheeseburgers ..."</strong>&nbsp; looking at the sweet tea the girl had ...<strong>" Oh Lord ...these yankies got no clue how to make Sweet tea ...they ought to call that sugar water that a tea bag tip toed through. "</strong>&nbsp; as he shook the bag and opened it towards Ava .... <strong>" Cheeseburger baby ?"</strong>&nbsp; then offered the bag to Maggie .... <strong>" Come on you know you want one ...greasy burger , melted cheese ...smothered in catchup with a spinkle of little chopped up onion and two of the sourest pickles this side of the Mississippi . "</strong> chuckling to himself as he would hold the bag out letting them take whatever they wanted as long as it wasn't the whole bag now. <br><br>Though part of him wondered what had been stuffed under his seat ....most likely a dildo in the upright position . Grinning to himself , that would be funny now.&nbsp; Maggie looked like a geek but damn if the woman didn't have a cool sense of humor , she just too uptight and needed a man to really appreciate her . Last boss woman he got involved in though ...never a good line to cross . He just be this one's whipping boy and offer a little brotherly love when no one was a looking . Soon he had a cheeseburger out and was munching on it . <br><br>&nbsp;
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 07:47:24</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg) <br><br><br><br><br>"Ha! Well I'm sure it can't be that badly made." She said before taking a small sip her lips tightened as she tried to maintain her facial expressing since Ava hated to be the one to admit that she was wrong. Of course she wasn't going to let him know that or let her expression give it away. "Tastes pretty good to me, could have been brewed a little longer." That was the closest she was going to get to saying <em>'yup this tea tastes horrible' </em> without really saying it. Ava stuck her hand in the bag opened toward her. "Don’t mind if I do." Smiling she took a bite nodding she swallowed. "Nothing like a nice greasy burger to ease your mind." Taking another bite she shifted before taking a look around the store. <br><br>With lack of sleep Ava's attention span was slowly deteriorating, hopefully they would be arriving at a hotel in Chicago soon. Sitting the cup down she covered her mouth and yawned, thinking about laying down in a cozy bed was the reason she had yawned. It was so hard to get a real good night's sleep in those bunks. Besides knowing how clumsy she could be at times, there was no doubt in her mind that one night she might she topple out of the bunk onto the bus floor.&nbsp; <br><br>She had wondered down two isles before realizing that she had even walked away from JD and Maggie. If she had a free hand she would've face palmed herself for even wondering off like some five year old. Shaking her head she looked outside, the ran still hadn't let up yet and it looked like it might be that way for awhile. Strolling to the counter she paid for the drink and gum once paid for she slipped the pack of gum in her back pocket and grabbed her drink. <br><br>Wishing to get back on the road to Chicago Ava headed back to JD, wanting to see if he was ready to head out soon. "I'm ready when you are…God I can't wait to get to Chicago. There's a bed there somewhere with my name on it, and right about now I wouldn't care if it was in the middle of the concert arena."<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>06-06-2011, 23:35:36</strong>
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				"Fuck yeah," Davis said encouragingly as Rayne laid right back and got to work baring her tits.&nbsp; Davis had thought he'd been pretty lucky with the women before he joined the band.&nbsp; But being in a group like this, it was a whole new level.&nbsp; Didn't even take any small talk and now he had a hot chick laying down for him to snort a line off her.&nbsp; <br><br>"Do you guys fucking see this?" he asked to no one in particular, as the bus jerked to a halt and people started heading out.&nbsp; They weren't exactly in the middle of the bus, no one had to step around them.&nbsp; But there they were in the main living area with Davis chunking up a bit of coke on the tray and staring appreciatively at Rayne's breasts. <br><br>"You've obviously gone into the right line of work, my dear.&nbsp; You approach it with passion, that's apparent."&nbsp; As Davis talked he sauntered over to her side, tray in hand.&nbsp; He laid the cool metal against her sternum, and slowly, very carefully tipped the line out onto her chest, right between those breasts.&nbsp; "I do believe this is going to be the best line I've ever had."&nbsp; He was looking right into her eyes, grinning with delight as he leaned down over her.&nbsp; One hand on either side of her on the table, his skin brushing lightly against hers.&nbsp; His face hovered over her stomach, her chest, her neck, breathing in her scent&nbsp; <br><br>Looking up and locking eyes with her, he dipped his nose down to the line and started to snort, starting down near her stomach and working slowly up between those breasts.&nbsp; His stubbly chin and his eager lips followed behind.&nbsp; He never looked away.&nbsp; It wasn't the most efficient way to get the powder into him, it was leaving quite a trail, but it was certainly the most enjoyable.&nbsp; "God, I fucking love this," he muttered up to her, only for her now.&nbsp; As soon as he had snorted it up, he moved instead to nuzzling those soft breasts with his face.&nbsp; Running a finger along the line of coke, he rubbed some of the powder on her nipple.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lore</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 01:53:31</strong>
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				<em>Slave driver</em>. She supposed she deserved that - but was she really that bad? <em>Really</em>? The manager became a little crestfallen as she looked down into her toxic colored ice drink concoction, and made a mental note to increase her future displays of gratitude toward the crew. Sometimes opportunities for important gestures slipped past her as she busily over-involved herself in insuring Davis didn't self destruct. Apparently her baby sitting was taking its toll on others as well as it gobbled up her patience and attentions. <br><br>Maggie politely raised a hand, palm towards the offered burgers. "No thanks. Appreciate it, but I've reached my rest stop threshold for the evening." She smiled, giving a light shake of her twizlers and slushie. Sugar was already beginning to filter happily into her bloodstream. <br><br>She looked at Ava with her sweet tea, JD with his coffee, and down to her own beverage, which she then raised pseudo ceremoniously into the air. "Cheers." She grinned from behind her new shades. "To those of us who keep this train wreck running on time."<br><br>[ooc and off Maggie goes to Chicago]
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>07-06-2011, 05:36:17</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....at the rest stop , coffee - cheeseburgers .... Ava and Maggie ..a redhead sandwich .&nbsp; </strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"No thanks. Appreciate it, but I've reached my rest stop threshold for the evening."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>JD took in Maggie's mood swing change the woman was high strung that was for sure but damn good at the job she did ,part of him felt a little guilty for teasing at her so . Wrinkling his nose as his mind kind of moved to a deeper thought pattern like exactly how many cheeseburgers should he eat and still be able to drive the bus without going to sleep . Important things anyways ...maybe he would get Maggie alone sometime and kind of explain his little off beat attitude . He didn't really like looking like a suck up to others though but at the same time something seemed to be eating at Maggie . <br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"Cheers." She grinned from behind her new shades. "To those of us who keep this train wreck running on time."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Lifting his large coffee up ..he tapped her slushy wondering what flavor the woman had chosen . <strong>"Cheers ...sugar muffin. " </strong> smirking as he took a good sip of his warm black coffee . The man turned and walked back towards the bus with the two women . Letting Maggie head on into the bus . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I'm ready when you are…God I can't wait to get to Chicago. There's a bed there somewhere with my name on it, and right about now I wouldn't care if it was in the middle of the concert arena."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>John nodded his head ...<strong> " Well the middle of the concert area you might wake up a little wet and not for the right reasons . " </strong> Leaning against the bus ...as he continued to talk .&nbsp; <strong>" I know what you mean though , this bus is pretty sweet but nothing beats a nice firm mattress . "</strong>&nbsp; Reaching in and getting out another cheeseburger from his bag letting the woman grab another smoke if she wanted to . Part of him wanted to ask if she wanted some company in that bed tonight but ...his days and nights were mixed up due to his job really . That and well ...just cause she talked to him tonight and they had hinted around at things didn't really mean he had an invitation . <br><br>So he was quiet for a long time ...finishing that cheeseburger before he spoke again .<strong> " Well Ava , if you ever want to curl up next to someone ...your welcome to wonder into my room . I tend to stay up most the night though and sleep more during the day . Habit of the job ..."</strong>&nbsp; as his one hand reached up he brushed the side of her cheek with the back of his hand then sort of pushed a strand of hair behind her ear . <strong> " See if this Southern boy still has it in him to bring a lady to that blissful place that makes her walk on clouds for a few days . "</strong>&nbsp; He would bend down just a tad to kiss her on the forehead , though if she lifted up he was damn sure going to press his lips against this woman that had filled his dreams for weeks now . <br><br>He could feel the beating of his heart ..and prayed she didn't realize how nervous he was about the whole thing . <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Crazied</strong> on <strong>08-06-2011, 07:17:54</strong>
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				Ava Lee Combs (http://photos.modelmayhem.com/photos/081021/00/48fd5d0622944.jpg)<br><br><br><br>"Cheers!" Ava raised her cup to meet with theirs. A cheerful smile stretched across her face. Thinking back she didn’t have not one memory of a time Maggie was so happy. Then again there was no telling how long that would even last maybe four hours tops. Anyhow Ava would enjoy Maggie’s happy mood while it lasted.<br><br>Along side JD Ava walked with him to the bus with Maggie leading the way. Soon Maggie disappeared on the bus leaving Ava and JD alone. To keep herself from smoking another cigarette Ava opened up her pack of gum and took out a piece, unwrapping it she slipped it in her mouth. As long as she was chewing gum Ava could hold off her cravings for hours. "True but I don’t mind getting wet every now and again." She left her statement wide open to be taken anyway he wanted. He was leaning up against the bus now, eating another cheeseburger. Ava stepped in front of him, studying his face. It almost seemed like he was debating about something, but Ava wouldn’t interrupt. Silence was a rare among the passengers on the bus so it was nice when it was quiet.<br><br>It had been a few minutes before he spoke again, and when he did she listened to his offer. A smirk crept across her face held back by the biting of her lip. Her hand met with his on her cheek, she rubbed her cheek against his open palm. His touch was warm and welcoming, thinking over his offer she let his words settle in her head to make sure she had heard him correctly. "I think I might just take you up on that offer." Ava nodded; she couldn’t have possibly turned down the offer if she wanted to do so. "Walking on clouds for a few days huh? Definitely have to test you out on that one sometime." She grinned, the feeling of his warm lips press against her forehead only made her grin widened. Looking up she grabbed his hand letting their fingers intertwine. "C’mon, I think time we got on our way to Chicago." With his hand still in hers she led him back on the bus.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 04:12:01</strong>
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				As Rayne noticed people getting off the bus she laid back down, maybe the privacy would give Davis a chance to get high and come down from his craze. Though looking at the man above her she doubted if she ever wanted him to cool down. “I have a passion for pleasing and making others feel good” she winked up at the gorgeous man hovering over her. Rayne gasped lightly as the metal touched her skin, she could see her nipples grow harder. Her back arched a bit unconsciously as Davis leaned even closer.<br><br>Shivers ran along her body as his breath ghosted over her stomach, Rayne looked down watching him, catching his eye as he started the line up her body. She giggled as his coarse stubble scrapped gently over her skin as he moved along his trail. How the man in front of her could make snorting coke look sexy she didn’t know, but it was making her even hotter. Her job had many perks, one of them being the man in front of her. It allowed for a good balance of work and play.<br><br>“You deserve it, you’re rocking the souls of thousands of people every night” Leaning up onto her elbows as Davis ended up snuggled between her breasts; she ran her fingers over his head. Gasping again as his fingers circled her nipples; Rayne bit her lip to stop the moan her sensitive flesh had elicited. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>09-06-2011, 18:06:07</strong>
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				<strong>Rayne &amp; Davis</strong><br><br>"That's right, baby, that's what I do," he murmured in response to her, feeling her breasts pressing against his face.&nbsp; Running his tongue across one breast he took her coke powdered nipple in his mouth and suckled it.&nbsp; The hard nipple and the coke in his mouth, a perfect combination, he bit down a bit on the nipple, catching it between his teeth. <br><br>His other hand roamed up and down her body, stroking her legs, sliding in between her thighs.&nbsp; "You going to take a snort of this fine shit, Rayne?" he asked her, taking his mouth from her breast.&nbsp; Rubbing some more coke on his finger he coated her other nipple and sucked on it.&nbsp; "Because I can think of some very hot ways for you to suck this stuff up."&nbsp; Davis's hand pushed up between those inner thighs and caught her panties in his grasp.&nbsp; He began to yank them right down her legs.&nbsp; 
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 04:14:25</strong>
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				Rayne groaned as Davis sucked on her nipples, his hot mouth was driving her crazy. Whimpering slightly as her took her nipple between his teeth; she loved his mouth tugging at her tits. Her legs unconsciously open to his roaming hands; her skirt was now a belt around her hips, panties full on display. Grinning up at him, Rayne ran her hands up his chest, her nails trailing along his skin. Rayne tossed around the idea of just doing the coke with Davis to make him happy but she didn’t want to get lost in her mind and have him leave her coked out.<br>&nbsp;<br>“No hun, someone’s gotta keep a steady mind between us” licking her lips slowly as she dragged her hands lower, “but if you want something sucked, i’m your girl”. Rayne’s fingers curled under the top part of his pants, tugging at them, Davis made her gasp in surprise as he practically tore her panties down her legs. She could see them dangling from her ankle from over his shoulder. <br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sasha</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 04:24:27</strong>
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				<strong> John Fredricks &nbsp;(http://i5.photobucket.com/albums/y200/babycakes_0765/John2.jpg)....at the rest stop , outside the bus ...talking with Ava , then taking off for Chicago .&nbsp; </strong><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I think I might just take you up on that offer." Ava nodded; she couldn’t have possibly turned down the offer if she wanted to do so. "Walking on clouds for a few days huh? Definitely have to test you out on that one sometime." </blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Indeed that was all the answer he needed to hear and could not be more pleased with it either as the grin on his face was not about to hide the pleasures that awaited them both . The idea of getting to know this one more intimately had been on the forefront of his mind for awhile . He would have to let Vince know they might have a third roommate anyways in their hotel suite . Though he hadn't seen much of Vince which wasn't unusual the man didn't care to party and more than likely had taken a shower and bunked up for awhile .<strong> " Will be looking forward to it myself ..." </strong> giving her a wink . <br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"C’mon, I think time we got on our way to Chicago." With his hand still in hers she led him back on the bus.</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>The woman did have a way about taking charge of a situation ...his hand in hers as she pulled him up into the bus . Seemed maybe she was in a hurry now to get things on the way as well . John stopped at the top once inside and did a quick walk through to make sure everyone had indeed managed to get back on the bus . Soon he was moving to the drivers seat ...noticing the package that had been slipped there . The man bent down and pulled it out ..took a few steps back out of the front cab and produced a set of keys . Unlocking the overhead compartment and sliding the thing inside without drawing too much attention to himself . <br><br>Though he did manage to look back into the main section of the bus and give a nod of the head to Maggie ...even in the envelope he could tell by the hint of the smell that was some primo weed inside maybe even hash . He hoped for the later as it had been awhile and ummm what a sweet mellow buzz that always was . Bring the nerve ending alive so that even the simplest of touches would send tingles and waves of pleasure to the mind . Oh yea nothing like smoking that and getting a blow job that was for sure . <br><br>His own buzz just about wore off now ....but it would last till they reached the hotel anyways . Soon he was sitting back into the drivers seat and turning the key to start the bus up . Coffee in its holding compartment .... a quick check on the GPS unit .&nbsp; Yep just a couple hours and they would be at the hotel . Time flies when your having fun anyways .&nbsp; <br><br>Soon they would be pulling &nbsp;into Chicago . &nbsp;(http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=109329.msg4768538#msg4768538)
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>10-06-2011, 16:39:50</strong>
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				<strong>Rayne &amp; Davis</strong><br><br>"Steady minds are overrated, darling," Davis told her as he helped her hands out by unbuttoning his pants.&nbsp; "But I get it.&nbsp; You're just afraid Maggie will fire your ass if she sees you blotto.&nbsp; But just think, if she fires you, you won't have to waste your time working, you can be waiting for me right there in my bunk."&nbsp; Davis grinned and let the girl tug his pants down his legs.<br><br>"Anyway, I can't be blamed for any incidental high you get by serving as my delivery mechanism."&nbsp; Davis always seemed to become more articulate when the coke hit, his mind hitting hyperspeed.&nbsp; He looked down at Rayne sprawled in front of him and stepped out of his pants.&nbsp; Her pussy was bared to him now and it seemed to draw him in.&nbsp; Grabbing the tray and putting together a second line, Davis set it down on the table.<br><br>"I think I know a way we can both stay entertained my sweet."&nbsp; He suddenly clambered up on the table over Rayne's prone body.&nbsp; Turning himself around, he hovered over her open thighs while his cock dipped down over her face.&nbsp; Spreading those sweet thighs with his hands, he started scooping the coke over her pussy lips.&nbsp; "Now this is a first for Davis Maxwell."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>12-06-2011, 03:53:51</strong>
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				Once Rayne was able to get Davis free of his pants she felt much better, the man before her was a sight to behold. Lying back down, Rayne spread her legs around the body between them. He surprised her by suddenly crawling up on the table with her, then he turned around and Rayne was giving the wonderful gift of his hot cock above her face. She could hear him moving the coke around, shivering as it was placed on her pussy. “New for me too hun, never heard of doing coke off a pussy” licking her lips Rayne reached up to grasp his dangling cock, “but very rock star none the less”.<br><br>Leaning up Rayne brought her mouth to the hard flesh before her, trailing her lips along the length as she kissed it. Opening her mouth, her tongue sliding out along the hot skin of Davis’s cock, Rayne curled her tongue around the thick hard tool.&nbsp; Rayne had wanted to do this since she had first laid eyes on Davis, worship the rocker’s cock properly, to thank him for freeing her soul with his voice. Coming down to the head of his cock, Rayne pressed her lips to clasp around the head, sucking.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 21:51:46</strong>
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				<strong>Rayne &amp; Davis</strong><br><br>Davis held his cock there, at just that distance, feeling Rayne lock her lovely lips around it.&nbsp; Holding his hips still with the restraint of a well-sexed rocker, he let her worship the head, sucking it until it was fat and throbbing.&nbsp; After a good amount of that he shifted just the tiniest amount to feed her another inch.<br><br>Meanwhile, Davis was quite busy down below.&nbsp; The coke was already starting to dissolve into her wet pussy juices, and despite her desire to avoid it, she'd be getting a bit of a buzz from it herself.&nbsp; Davis didn't consider that out of line, just a side effect of the job.&nbsp; For his part he leaned down over that beautiful pussy, snorting at first to get some loose powder, but quickly resorting to lapping up the cocaine straight off those swollen lips.&nbsp; He could feel it on his tongue, the sweet taste of that drug mixing with her pussy juice to make quite a cocktail.&nbsp; He eagerly went to work using the flat of his tongue both to scoop up that precious drug and to pleasure her sweet cunt.&nbsp; His hands slid under her ass, lifting her up to cup her pussy to his mouth.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>13-06-2011, 22:17:09</strong>
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				Groaning around Davis cock, Rayne shivered as she felt him begin to lap at her pussy. She was impressed that he actually went about pleasuring her too, for a lot of rockers it was all about them, no matter what they were doing. Sucking more of Davis’s cock into her mouth, Rayne tipped her head up to slowly start to move up and down the shaft. Each time she’d bring the cock deeper into her mouth, sucking along the hard tool.<br><br>Rayne spread her legs even wider, lifting them off the table, heels in the air and her panties still hanging on one ankle. Even though Davis was going after the coke, he was doing a number on her moist pussy. She’d been wet and ready long before her hand gotten her on this table. Rockers seem to put her in a constant state of arousal, not that she had gotten any complaints about that. Reaching around his cock, Rayne cupped his hanging balls, rolling them along her fingers as she sucked his cock.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>14-06-2011, 04:58:09</strong>
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				Davis was suitably impressed with just how moist and hot Rayne was.&nbsp; The girl was ready for action, even though she'd been working just moments ago.&nbsp; He could appreciate that.&nbsp; To show his appreciation he drove his tongue through the channel of her pussy lips, the tip driving over her clit, the broad tongue pressing her apart and soaking up that nectar she was producing.&nbsp; His tongue was tingling numb from the coke he had absorbed from her hot skin, and he dove that little lithe thing inside of her, in and out like a little cock, his head pressed between those spread thighs.<br><br>HIs knees were braced on the table, holding still and letting her work her head back and forth on his shaft, fucking her own mouth with it.&nbsp; With the coke hitting his bloodstream he thought he could do this forever, though her fingers on his balls were testing that notion.&nbsp; Giving her a little taste of her own medicine, Davis slid a finger thtrough that wet pussy of hers and found her clit, teasing it with a fingertip in circles, smaller and smaller, faster and faster pressing tighter and tighter.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>15-06-2011, 04:46:41</strong>
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				Rayne groaned around Davis’s cock as her mouth moved over the hard shaft. He tongue was doing amazing things inside her sensitive pussy and it making her see stars. Damn she felt she must have absorbed some of the coke as she was starting to feel a bit higher. Rayne’s hips lifted up, rolling her hips to the busy mouth between her legs. Her moans were lost to the hard cock in his mouth, though if anything it was probably vibrating the hell of the big tool.<br><br>Whimpering softly as Davis slid his finger along her clit. Rayne tugged at his heavy balls, massaging them in her hands as her mouth worked his cock. Sucking deeper, she pressed her face up to fully engulf his penis right down to the base. Her throat had opened up and allowed for extra space, a little trick she had learnt around the time she lost her gag reflex.&nbsp; She was hot and needy already, she wasn’t going to the last long and the slight edge of coke in her body just made her even more on the brink.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>16-06-2011, 23:07:42</strong>
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				Davis felt Rayne moving beneath him, writhing under his tongue, passionately wolfing down his cock.&nbsp; She was no desperate groupie, willing to lay under him for a good story for her friends.&nbsp; This chick was digging it, and that turned Davis on to no end.&nbsp; Well, the coke didn't hurt either, Davis felt more alive than he had since he'd walked off the stage.&nbsp; and right now Rayne was his instrument.<br><br>Taking her inner thighs in his hands, Davis parted them further.&nbsp; Planting his mouth right over her clit, his lips formed a seal and Davis sucked those hot pussy lips into his mouth.&nbsp; His tongue attacked her swollen clit from every angle as he sucked it into his mouth.&nbsp; At the same time his hands slid to her pussy.&nbsp; Taking his index finger from each hand, Davis slid them together inside her wet velvet tunnel, thrusting them in and out in time with his tongue on her clit.&nbsp; Her mouth was doing wonders on his cock, but the coke let him hold on.&nbsp; He was determined to make sure she couldn't say the same.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>GreenEyes</strong> on <strong>18-06-2011, 04:48:49</strong>
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				Rayne nearly choked on Davis’s cock as he sucked at her clit, his finger plunging into her soaked pussy. God the man above her was wild, both coked up and sober. Her legs began to ache from being pressed so far apart; she’d have to start doing yoga more if she ever had a chance with Davis again. Regaining her composure, Rayne’s fingers gripped at Davis’s balls, her other hand wrapped around his hip to help hoist her mouth up over the thick cock.<br><br>She was giving it her all to not let go but it was all too much. Rayne’s head snapped back off Davis’s cock as her body began to tighten and arch beneath the man. Her hands shot out to grip the table as Rayne cried out, her orgasm rocked through her body. Cum gushed out her pussy, drenching the fingers Davis had slamming into her. Closing her eyes, Rayne let the orgasm run its course, leaving her tingling and relieved. <br><br>After coming back down, She saw the still rock hard cock dangling over her. Leaning back up, Rayne lapped at the swollen head, a groupie’s work was never done.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Sex, Drugs, and Rock 'N Roll - IC Thread</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>lips and thorns</strong> on <strong>21-06-2011, 18:52:51</strong>
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				Davis watched her orgasm from a inverted angle.&nbsp; He couldn't see her face, but he saw the way her legs stiffened, muscles clenched, heard the sound of her nails scraping against the table.&nbsp; Felt the way her pussy walls grabbed into his fingers, first in spasms and then in tight wave after wave.&nbsp; Lastly he watched her juice come out, drenching his fingers, filling his face with the scent of her sex.<br><br>It was a joy.&nbsp; He saw her body go limp then, and then the touch of her mouth on his cock again.&nbsp; "Aren't you a trooper," he told her, pushing himself up with his hands.&nbsp; He gamely lowered his hips so she wouldn't have to work so hard to reach his cock head.&nbsp; "But you've earned some rest."&nbsp; <br><br>Davis rolled onto his side and off of her, landing with a thump on the bus floor.&nbsp; Laying a hand on her chest, he urged her to hold still as he walked around to stand over her face.&nbsp; Cock jutting out over her, Davis took her head between his two hands, cradling it, soaking in its beauty.&nbsp; "You know how hot you've got me, Rayne."&nbsp; He pulled her closer to the edge of the table, until her hair was hanging over the edge and then her head.&nbsp; "Just hang back and relax, your gorgeous mouth is going to do the rest."
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