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Back in the office Nathan drew back upon hearing the noise from the front. "You, uh, might wanna check them," he murmured lowly.
"Yea," Charles slurred slightly, staggering to his feet.
The sight of his normally composed manager staggering like one of the boys caused Nathan to let out a snort of laughter, "Lightweight Robot."
As the bus took a curve a little harder than it should, the drunken "robot" stumbled, landing squarely in the larger man's lap causing a deep flush to cross both their faces. Quickly both detangled and headed out to face the rest of the band.
In the main room Selene lay sprawled out across the four remaining laps. "Mmm bonjour messieurs, is it show time?"
"I'm scheeing schow time," Murderface smirked looking up her long pale legs.
"Charlie! Nathans! Is shows time!" Toki yelled pinned under the beautiful vampire's head.
"Well now go on," Charles shooed Nathan along behind the other five members of Dethklok. After spending several moments trying to compose himself he quickly followed them out into the venue.
"Maybe you shouldn't, uh, drink so much," Nathan stated with a little smirk before joining the others in makeup.
Quickly all six members mounted the stage, Selene staged to one side with her synthesizer. Off to the side backstage, Charles watched as her fingers flew over the keys in perfect blend to his boys, as if the six of them had been playing for years.
All around them the fans erupted in screams and cheers as the concert went on for quiet some time, finally coming to a close with fireworks, rockets and a few dead fans. Once everything began to die down and the band moved backstage, the CFO approached them with a little smile, "Great show tonight. Eat well Selene."
"Always," she smiled watching the boys being ushered off by the gears. The moment they were out of sight, Selene slipped into the crowd to feast upon the dieing fans.
Back on the bus the band surrounded their manager, the singer speaking up. "She can stay. That solo was brutal," Nathan nodded.
"Good I'm glad you all think so," Charles smirked. "Trust me now?"
Various positive murmurs came from the five men as the spread out over the bus waiting for their newest member to reappear. Left alone with his manager, Nathan glanced towards the floor muttering, "So, uh, about before."
"Yes Nathan?" the suit asked calmly.
Quickly the front man shook his head, "Nothing."
From the front of the bus Toki called out, "Pizza! Charlie wes can has pizzas for dinner?"
"Are you sure?" Charles questioned, turning around. "Yes, tell one of the gears to order it!"
"Wowwie!" Toki cried out, running off to make the order.
"Yea," Nathan nodded, looking away.
"Nathan, I've known you for a long enough to know something's on your mind," Charles stated gently.
Adamant that they were not having this discussion the singer shook his head and changed the subject, "You want a slice?"
"No thank you," the smaller man sighed.
For once the sigh wasn't lost on Nathan. "You ok?" he questioned.
"I'm fine," Charles replied, "just need a drink."
A little smile crossed the singer's features at the word drink. "Want a beer then?"
"I'll take you up on that," the suit nodded.
Instantly Nathan's smile grew a bit and transformed into a smirk as he headed to join the others, grabbing two from the fridge. Quietly Charles followed along behind him, sitting beside the boys grabbing a slice of pizza after all.
"So, we almost done?" Pickles questioned as the duo came into sight.
"Yeas, we miss home," Toki pouted around his slice.
"We leave right after tomorrow's concert," Charles nodded lightly to his charges, causing the five boys to erupt into a fit of cheers. "So don't stay up too late," he stated as he sipped his drink.
"Yous isn't our mothers!" Toki argued as Nathan grabbed another slice.
"Well, I'm going to bed if you're not," the manager rolled his eyes and quickly finished his drink. With the beer gone, Charles rose to his feet and headed for his room with Nathan's eyes following him as far as they could.
"Uh, me too," the singer nodded, finishing his pizza and standing up as well.
"You ams going to bed this early Nathans?" Skwisgaar asked, looking up briefly from his guitar in surprise.
"Yea, gonna," Nathan made a few quick jerking motions with his hand.
"Oh — Oh!" the guitarist laughed with sudden realization. "Make sures you puts up your does not disturb sign!"
"Yea," the front man laughed a little distractedly, turning to head for his room.
Outside the bus, Selene made her way through the fans, driving her fangs into the maimed victims of the concert, relishing in the hot red fluid. Within the hour, though, she returned to the Dethbus, slipping inside silently and smiled softly, "Dinner time mes amis?"
"We schaved you schome," Murderface grinned brightly to the vampiress.
"How thoughtful William," she smiled softly. "But I ate whilst I was out."
"Aww, another night?" he asked hopefully.
"We'll see," she laughed softly, sitting in his lap invoking a proud smirk.
"Anything for you," William crooned to the chilled woman in his lap causing her to flash the entire group a warm smile, though her lips seemed a little too red. "You look good in red," he carried on with the flattery.
"Merci William," Selene smiled softly. "My father always thought so too, Daddy preferred me in white though."
Instantly Murderface began scratching his head, "Two dadsch?"
"Oui," the keyboardist nodded. "My parents were undoubtedly very homosexual," she giggled maddeningly.
"Makes sense," Skwisgaar nodded from the opposite sofa. "Would loves to meet them," he laughed lightly finding the vampire's giggles infectious.
Instantly the vampire's laughter died away, her eyes darkening sadly as she rose to her feet, "Non Skwisgaar they have — passed on."
Sensing the tension and brokenness in the woman, Toki quickly rose to his feet as well. Reaching out to lightly touch her shoulder, the Norwegian's voice was painted with concern and love, "Wells we can bes your family now!"
Slowly the vampire raised her head to see if the others agreed.
"Oh man dat would be awesome!" Pickles grinned to her.
"Merci gentlemen," Selene smiled softly allowing herself to be enveloped in a group hug.
"Always wanted sisters," Skwisgaar murmured from the pile.
"And I brothers," she replied, her smile growing wider to reveal her fangs as Pickles pulled her down into his lap. Within moments Selene was basking in the attention she hadn't gotten since she'd abandoned her nine year old form, cooing happily as the boys continued to bicker over who's lap she'd sit in next.
Finally the vampire got the boys to sit across the couch, then promptly stretched out across all four laps with a giggle, "See, problem solved."
"I don't wanna shares," Toki whined slightly.
"Well, you'll have to share amongst yourselves Toki," Selene stated softly, playfully patting his cheek.
"Aww balls!" Murderface grumbled in annoyance.
"Sorry boys, I am not a one man woman," the vampire apologized with a soft smile.
"Well, there ams five of us," Skwisgaar pointed out.
"Oui, there are," she confirmed, running her fingers through his pale locks.
Instantly William's hand shot up into the air, grinning. "Sche goes with me firscht!"
Immediately Selene's eyebrow went up, her lips curling back to reveal her fangs as she growled out, "I don't recall agreeing to that William. I am no whoren groupie!"
"I meant on a totally normal perschon dinner date thing," Murderface laughed nervously.
"That's better," she nodded, her smile slowly returning.
"Yesch!" the bassist cried out in false triumph.
Shaking her head, Selene smiled a bit more, "Silly men."
"We should plays a board game!" Toki suggested a few moments later with a child-like smile.
"Dethopoly?" Pickles lazily suggested from where his fingers were sliding through Selene's ebony locks once more.
"Yes!" the guitarist nodded enthusiastically.
At the suggestion the vampire cocked her head to the side curiously, "Very well."
Grinning brightly Toki quickly rushed off to dig out the game as the others settled themselves around the coffee table. "We schould go get Nathan and the Robot," Murderface suggested, reaching for his beer.
"Ja Charlie makes the bests bankers," Skwisgaar nodded in agreeance, his guitar resting in his lap.
"Yeah," Toki butted in as he returned, setting the black and red box between the group. "Wes can't play without thems!"
"Alright, alright," Pickles sighed rising to his feet. "I'll go look for them, you guys set up."
With that the drummer headed off towards Nathan's room, only to find it strangely devoid of the singer, "Huh."
"You finds them yet?" Toki called from the main area. "We ams waiting!"
"Not yet!" Pickles shouted back, stopping outside Charles' door with a shudder. "Eww and someone made a mess outside Charlie's room."
"Hurry up!" the guitarist hollered back with a slight whine to his voice.
Shrugging off the nasty mess on the floor, Pickles continued to hunt the bus, ignoring the strange soft moans from behind the manager's door.