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The next morning found Charles up and working to make sure everything was ready to go for the last concert of the tour. Presently he stood aside overseeing the gears as they loaded the boys' instruments, amps, luggage, and a long black box.

Calmly, his personal assistant stopped near by, catching his employer's attention, "The new Mistress' box has been loaded, Sire."

"Very good," the suit nodded, "thank you." With that, he began a headcount as his clients began filing onto the massive train-like bus.

"Hates bus rides," Skwisgaar grumbled, rolling his pale blue eyes in annoyance.

"Dey ain'ts so bad," Toki grinned to his counterpart, settling onto the sofa.

"Pfft, boreds," the Swede grumbled, his fingers dancing along the strings of his guitar unconsciously.

"So," Nathan started as he settled at table pulling out a notebook and pen, "where's the babe?"

"Last I saw her she was around, why?" Charles questioned looking up from his paperwork, his glasses beside it on the table.

"Well, uh, she's not here," the singer motioned around, looking up from his lyric writing.

"She'll be fine, Nathan," the CFO stated, distracted by his papers, which had to do with getting Selene officially signed on to the band. Realizing he'd never get the work finished here, Charles excused himself off to work in his on bus office.

Pacified by his manager's answer, Nathan shrugged and turned back to his writing and the TV.

"Scho who'sch with me?" Murderface questioned as soon as the suit was out of earshot. "We can bail go to a schtrip club and do schome drugsch?" Instantly this earned the bassist a cheer as his band mates agreed. "Right, next gasch station we schplit!"

Briefly Nathan glanced into the office at the sleeping man through his office door, heading in to cover him with a jacket before escaping with the others, the sudden warmth causing Charles to smile slightly in his sleep.

Several hours passed in which Nathan and the boys proceeded to get completely sh-tfaced. Eventually Charles dispatched several gears to find them and get them back to the bus to finish going onto the stop.

"I can't believe you guys," the manager sighed, squeezing the bridge of his nose, "and with a concert soon too."

"I can," Selene stated as she appeared on the steps of the Dethbus.

"You act like this is the first time," Pickles grinned swaying slightly.

"No, it happens every time. Go on get back in," Charles sighed as the five men-children filed inside the giant bus.

"I'm sure they'll be fine," the raven haired female smiled, following the boys on board and grabbing music off a table to study.

"They always are," the suit smiled, wrapping a friendly arm around the woman's shoulder.

Instantly the vampire purred softly. "At least you now have one you don't have to worry about drinking," she smiled softly, "the other things they do, well." A wide grin crossing her pale features, fairly sure he already knew exactly what she meant. "Will I be going on with them?"

"Very true, and you will," Charles chuckled slightly with a small smile which brought a small nod from the vampiress.

From across the room, Nathan glanced up at the strange sound of his manager's laughter wondering exactly what was going on and scowling at the ideas entering his mind.

"Now rest up we'll be arriving in a few hours," the manager glanced back towards the larger man even as he spoke to the dark haired female, causing the front man to look away.

"I'm plenty rested Monsieur," Selene smiled, her fangs glinting slightly in the light as she curled up on the couch to study.

"Alright," that same soft smile on his face as he approached Nathan, "Is there something you needed Nathan?"

"More beer," came the growling reply, "and, uh, skanks!" Nathan nodded unable to meet his manager's eyes.

Slowly Charles raised a brow. "Can you keep a secret Explosion?" he asked lowering his voice to avoid being heard by the other five people.

Glancing up Nathan nodded slightly, growling out a sound of agreement.

"Come with me," the manager rose to his feet leading him into his on bus office and pulled out a bottle of whiskey. "Booze?"

"Not bad Robot," the larger man nodded, giving him a feral grin.

"I have supplies for company or rough nights," Charles smirked, pulling down two glasses.

"Company like her," Nathan frowned taking one of the glasses and filling it almost to the brim.

"Her?" Charles frowned, pouring his own glass. "No. Nathan, what are you thinking?"

"You're nicer to her and, uh, brought her in on your own," the front man downed his drink in one painful gulp.

Shaking his head the suit raised his glass to his own lips taking a smaller sip, "I have a respect for her musically."

Slowly a frown crossed Nathan's features, his eyes boring into the smaller man's, "And us?"

"Of course I respect you all," Charles stated sincerely, reaching for the bottle to refill the other man's glass. "You're my bread and butter after all."

Gradually a small smile replaced the frown as the hulking man nodded, "And you're ours."

"I'm glad," the CFO gently reached across the small table to squeeze the bigger man's hand.

Carefully the singer returned the squeeze, relaxing slightly. "This, uh, this isn't gay," he nodded.

"Of course not Nathan," Charles laughed, licking the dark alcohol off his lips.

With that established, Nathan leaned across the table cautiously licking the warm liquid on the smaller man's lips. "Mmm that tastes good."

Instantly a fierce flush crossed the manager's face, his own tongue darting out to briefly brush against the singer's. The flash of contact brought out a feral smile on the larger man's face as he drew back. "That was unexpected," Charles stated matter of factly, finishing his drink. The smell of alcohol and musk coming off the other man helping to intoxicated the "robot".

"Yea," Nathan murmured.

Back in the main area of the bus Selene sat surrounded by the other four members of the band. Shifting slightly she reached into the sleeve of her top removing a plastic card from it, smiling devilishly at the men, also producing a baggie.

Instantly Pickles' eyes widened, a grin spreading across his face, "Now yer speaking my language!"

Relaxing more so, Selene allowed herself to grin fully, happily cutting the powder and dividing it evenly while the boys stood back respectfully waiting for their share.

"Sche isch aweschome!" Murderface grinned eying the piles as the others muttering various agreements.

With expert care the vampiress slid each man a pile. "On three! One, two," she grinned brightly, "three!" Instantly all five put their noses to the table inhaling sharply, drawing the drug into their systems.

"She's got my vote!" Pickles exclaimed, shuddering happily.

"Ja," echoed Skwisgaar, though he was barely heard over Toki's hooting.

In all the drug fueled excitement, no one bothered to wonder where Nathan and Charles had snuck off to.