Body Language [Growl and Sho]
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				Title: <strong>Body Language [Growl and Sho]</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Sho</strong> on <strong>23-11-2009, 04:15:49</strong>
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				"You got tickets to see Severo?"<br><br>"Yeah! Sick, right?"<br><br>His friend flopped back, groaning, "Can't believe we're going. This is gonna be insane! How'd you get it?"<br><br>"Remember that guy who works at the record store who's always trying to get into-" <br><br>"Yeah, yeah, whose always trying to get into your pants. He gave them to you?"<br><br>"Yeah. I told him I'd go out with him. Not that I'm gonna," Avi laughed, tilting his head back. <br><br>They started getting ready, then, picking out clothes carefully. Avi slipped into a pair of jeans that were tight in all the right (or according to his elderly landlady, wrong) places. Over the black jeans, he tossed on a red t-shirt and a black leather jacket that hung a bit big on his frame, giving him a rather delicate look (though he liked to think it made him look larger than he actually was). A cheap black belt and boots went on, then, and it was time to do his hair.<br><br>He'd been blessed with his mother's lacquer-black hair, straight, grown out long enough to fall a bit past his shoulders, carefully tended to and straight as a pin. Silas, his best friend, put a bit of black eyeliner on. <br><br>"I'm gonna look like a girl..." <br><br>Avi's grandmother had been Japanese, but she was long since dead. His mother had been half Japanese, or so he was told, but she'd died as well, leaving him with only his father. He lived off of a meager stipend his wealthy British father gave him, a man that he didn't particularly get along with and hadn't spoken to in months. He had taken more of his father's genes, but had just enough of a touch to his eyes and incredible cheekbones to add a certain exotic flair that set him apart from rather humble looking Silas. His eyes were a stunning color, a shock of white blue under a fringe of dark lashes now framed by a faint line of black where Silas' practiced hand sketched a line around his eyes. Looking at himself, he smoothed his hands over his ivory skin, frowning slightly. His full lips were pink and curved in cupids bows. He'd never had trouble making friends with girls - with his sweet, exotic features, they'd always seen him as trustworthy. <br><br>What he wanted was a <em>boyfriend</em>. Someone tall, and cool, and a singer..."Severo!" Avi said, pretending to flutter, grinning as Silas laughed. <br><br>It only took them a few minutes to pile into the car and head off to the concert. It was already packed - they struggled to get in through the main doors, packing into the arena, shoving forwards until they were quite a few rows closer to the stage than they'd paid for. The show was insane - the lights, music, and atmosphere washed over Avi, wrapping him up. Screaming, dancing, bobbing his head - he did it all, enjoying it thoroughly, taking in everything. He couldn't believe he'd gotten into the concert. <br><br>"SEVERO!" <br><br>Voice hoarse, Avi screamed out his idol's name, unbelieving that he'd actually gotten into the concert. <br><br>The show was over way too soon. Not that Avi got to see the end of the show - as it was ending, two burly guards shoved into the row, dragging him out, with Silas, informing him that he hadn't paid for those seats. He'd later find out Silas had been thrown out of the concert. He, though, separated from Silas, was dragged kicking and screaming back to the back door of the building. <br><br>"Let - me - the fuck - go!" His voice was worn out, though, from screaming, and against the two walls of muscle, his slim frame couldn't offer much resistance. His legs were long, though, like he was built to be a model, and he did kick one hard enough on the jaw that he knew he'd leave a bruise. <br><br>The door opened, and he was dragged in. There was a moment of darkness, and he was shoved forwards. A hand wrapped around his throat caught him, and he gagged. <br><br>"You're lucky, you little punk, that you're Severo's type. You're gonna meet the boss."<br><br>All of the fight drained out of Avi's frame and his eyes widened, "R-Really?"<br><br>"God. They're always like this." <br><br>Avi was pushed forwards, hair still a bit mussed, stumbling forwards a few steps right before where Severo would be. Quite a few other groupies in scanty clothing were standing there, all flawless, but none really had the spitfire anger turned towards the guards or the stylish slump at the shoulder. His long legs were stretched out, and he tapped one foot against the ground. He was trying to look confident, but unlike most of the well-ridden groupies, he was clearly nervous, straight white teeth resting on a full pink bottom lip, looking up every few minutes. <br><br>The bassist, from backstage, could already see Avi. He grinned, elbowing Severo playfully. "Look. New bait." 
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