Feliciana stood on stage staring down at the audience, her blood roaring in her ears from the adrenaline. The bass on her back feels lighter, the strap seems to irritate the tan skin above her torn shirt more than it did before. She twists the bass around so she's holding it, resting her fingers on the right fenders. She leans forward and lowers her lips toward the microphone.

Her sister Lovina starts strumming after Alfred starts a beat on the drums. He is amazing on the drums, the beat forcing her heart to follow its lead. Her sister's chords and rhythms amaze her and clear her mind from the suffocating beat, or maybe it just adds to the adrenaline.

In a few weeks
I will get time
To realize it's right before my eyes
And I can take it if it's what I want to do

The crowd cheers at the rhythm of the drums and the way the drummer can somehow multi task all those percussion instruments that people call drums.

I am leaving
This is starting to feel like
It's right before my eyes
And I can taste it
It's my sweet beginning

Their shouts can barely be heard, the music overpowers everything and for Feliciana the drums are too close not to hear. They drown everything out and she's deaf to the world as adrenaline runs through her veins and blood roars in her ears.

She loves it.

Louise was sipping her beer mesmerized by the brunette singing on stage. The way the make-up glimmered and shimmered on her face, the way her hips moved, shaking her figure just right had Louise licking her lips. Maybe it was the beers she had chugged down or maybe it was just her, but she was determined to not just be an audience member to the singer who was singing her heart out, pure, raw talent and passion pouring out in her words could almost make you believe they come from personal experience, and maybe they do.

Louise looked over at her idiot brother trying to hit on the bartender, some young, brown haired lady whose figure was surprisingly elegant in context of the club they were at. That was until she full out decked her brother. He slunk away grumbling, and as he stumbled away, he somehow managed to not spill his drink. Eh, Germans and their beer. Speaking of which, the band was ending their song, so she tipped her glass back and swallowed the last of her drink, hoping liquid courage would be helpful in her endeavors, and went back for a refill.

You don't want to be alone
And I can't say it's what you know
But you've known it the whole time
Yeah, you've known it the whole time

Feliciana strained to listen to the cheers of her drunken audience, the fading of the final cymbal and the beating of her excited heart overpowered them. She gave a wide grin as she panted slightly from moving her hips on stage and finding enough air to belt out those lyrics. As the stage lights flickered off, she relaxed slightly and started picking up the few things her band had brought to prepare for the next band, one that was definitely more popular than them, but at least they had a gig, even if it was as an opener. Besides this was a pretty 'prestigious' place for bands to get a gig, being one of the most popular clubs that teens snuck into with little trouble, easily buying drinks as long as they had money.

Once she and her band mates got off stage they had the rest of the night to enjoy themselves. Free drinks too. Feliciana frowned slightly at that, this really wasn't her scene. Or maybe it was, she wasn't sure. Her brown hair that had small streaks of blue and green at the tips was temporary hair dye, her ripped sleeved white t-shirt was one of few, her ripped jeans was her only pair, and her pyramid stud rainbow belt was something she had specifically for the concerts and gigs. Her grandfather would have a fit if he knew she was behaving like a 'punk'. But, she liked this, the adrenaline, the music, even the clothes though they were not really her daily style, she liked it, she would admit to that at least.

She looked back at Lovina who was fighting *flirting* with Antonio, her best*boy*friend since, ever. She shot a quick glance at Alfred to see him heading towards the bar. Deciding to follow his lead, she also heads into the direction of the bar, because hey, free drinks, and if she wants she can just get water anyway.

As she makes her way to the bar she feels conscious of a pair of eyes actively glued on her, but ignores it in favor of a drink. She licks her lips in anticipation of a drink, forget about water, she can have that tomorrow morning when the hangover settles in. Chuckling to herself, she recalls Alfred once saying something along the lines of 'forget about tomorrow for tonight'.

Approaching the bartender she asks for a Lynchburg Lemonade, the citrusy taste helps, or at least she likes to think, to keep her alert and awake as the adrenaline rush starts to fade. Suddenly a girl, who isn't fat, but more muscular and taller, and well, generally bigger then her, slides onto the stool next to her.

"If you want I can, uh, get that for you." the girl asks, pointing at the lemony drink Feliciana was currently sipping.

She giggles at the blond girls words, putting the drink down, and away from her lips.

"I'm entertainment, we get free drinks!" she shouts out grinning.

The other girl who looks embarrassed with her red cheeks, although her cheeks were already ruddy because of what Feliciana thought was the scent of beer coming of the blonde girl, but she seemed comforted by the grin enough to smile slightly nervously.

"If you want I could get your drink for you." Feliciana says in a slightly flirtatious manner.

Louise chuckles. She loves the slightly innocent way of the girl, with her big trusting grin. It makes her strangely happy to see that smile. And of course those big innocent eyes, that were contradicting with the flirty lashes that were batting her way.

Being closer to the brunette, Louise could see that her looks weren't as perfect, but she was beautiful, and damn if she wasn't a knock out, hot as hell with her Mediterranean looks and her petite figure.

Louise looks down at her empty beer glass and shouts at the bartender for a refill.

She looks down at the shorter girl and smirks.

"My bruder owes me one."

She shouts at the bartender to put it on Gilbert's tab which the bartender does happily, and maybe chuckling a bit too darkly

The girl giggles.

"My names Feliciana!" she chirps out cheerfully.

"Louise."

Feliciana looks down in surprise as she reaches the bottom of her drink.

She asks the bartender for an Alabama Slammer, a drink Alfred had gotten her to try as her first shot.

She throws the shot back.

Louise is slightly surprised by this but she has a smirk on her face, because hey, this is going way better than she thought.

You make me this,
Bring me up,
Bring me down,
Playing sweet,
Make me move like a freak,
Mr. Saxobeat.

Feliciana squeals and stands, grabbing Louise's hand.

"I love this song! Let's dance!"

Louise stumbles after, as the shorter girl pulls her on the dance floor.

Suddenly they're grinding, hips moving to the beat, lights flashing colors everywhere.

They pause only for a second as they stare at each other's lips before they attack each other, lips clashing passionately adrenaline building along with passion in their kiss.

When the song's over they walk to Louise's place, which luckily is only a few blocks away before their in a large apartment and they stumble to a bedroom.