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"Anyone for an after party?" Pickles asked as the five-some returned home, a wiry grin to his face, causing his bandmates to whoop in agreement.
"Maybe we schould wake Nathan ta party with usch," Murderface suggested, glancing nervously at the raven haired female.
"Yeah!," Pickles replied, nodding. "He never does anything with us anymore!"
"Is cause of the robots," Skwisgaar nodded, his nose flaring in disgust.
"He's turning Nat'an into a robot!" the drummer complained before sending Toki off in search of their missing singer.
Back in their room, Nathan lay contently curled around Charles' sleeping form protectively. The singer was so out of it that he didn't even budge when Toki began beating on the door, calling both their names at the top of his lungs. Unfortunately for the CFO, he was far to accustomed to being awakened at all hours and had become an extremely light sleeper. After the third knock, Charles slipped from under Nathan's bulky form and headed to the door without even thinking of putting on his shirt.
"Wowzee!" the guitarist exclaimed, his eyes roaming up and down Charles' well toned form with great appreciation. "Can Nathans comes out to play?"
"Well, he is sleeping," the lawyer smirked. "Want to go jump on him and wake him up?"
"Yeas!" Toki grinned widely before rushing in and diving at the singer. "Nathans! Come plays with us! We's having an after party!"
From the doorway Charles crossed his arms chuckling softly as Nathan grumbled as he got up.
"Yea, yea," the front man growled as he glared towards the laughing lawyer. "You be ok?"
"I'll be fine," Charles stretched his arms above his head. "Might even go with you for a while."
Instantly this caused Nathan to smile slightly while Toki groaned.
"Go on," the CFO nodded, turning his back to the two men so he could pick his robe off the floor.
"Alright, alright," the large lug drug himself from the bed, snatching his jeans and shirt off the floor at the foot of the bed and began pulling them on before turning to face his band mate, "let's go get drunk."
"Have fun," Charles laughed as he wrapped himself in the robe and headed off, snagging a clipboard on the way out.
After dressing himself, Nathan followed the younger man downstairs towards the recreation room where Selene sat on the floor before the large coffee table dicing up the familiar white powder while Murderface continued to eye her warily.
"Tooks you too long enough!" Skwisgaar called from the couch he lounged upon, fingers strumming his guitar lazily.
"Yeah, don't go turning into a robot on us Nat'an," Pickles nodded from his own seat across the table from the vampire.
"Not a robot," the singer grumbled as he grabbed a beer and dropped dead weight onto an empty couch.
"You don't go out with us no more or stay up late," the yooper argued as he tipped back his tequila.
"I go out with ya plenty, and I've been up late plenty," Nathan grinned darkly.
"Ok I do not wanna know what that means!" Pickles twitched and shuddered at the look on his friend's face.
"So what'd I miss?" the band leader asked with a devilish smirk.
"Wes went to a club it was brutals!" Toki grinned.
"Yea and Seleney bits a guys," the blond chimed in.
"Yeah! Mudersface and Pickle saws it!" Toki continued, glancing towards the drummer and bassist.
Slowly William nodded in agreement, muttering, "It wasch bad."
"Yeah, she's got some really strange kinks, that girl," Pickles agreed, flashing the vampire a friendly enough smile.
Another smirk played across Nathan's face as he took a gulp of his drink, "Kinda metal, might be a song in that somewhere."
"I could see it," Pickles laughed.
On the other side of the table Selene's head rose as she inhaled sharply, her eyes widening.
"Me next me next!" Toki chanted as she slid a pile towards him.
"Sharing is caring," the vampire giggled as the Norwegian took a strong snort, both utterly unaware of the shuddering bassist.
With an almost catlike movement, Skwisgaar slid from his seat and made his way towards Toki, slowly running his hands up and down his spine.
The soft touch elicited a grin for the rhythm guitarist. "Wowee!" was all that the brunette could utter before he turned to throw his arms around the blond's shoulders relishing in the loving strokes and pets.
Across the room Pickles drummed against the table as he and Nathan fleshed out the new song idea, with the singer nodding here and there as they went along. "This is good," the redhead grinned.
"Metal," Nathan agreed as he quickly jotted down another line before pointing to a spot on the page. "Drum, synth duo."
"Sounds good Nat'an," Pickles nodded back as peace fell over the haus, as much peace as the band could have anyway.
Minutes ticked into an hour as Selene fell back from the table onto the floor giggling and singing softly to herself while the two Scandinavians watched.
"I likes you," Toki giggled into Skwisgaar's ear.
"And I likes you little Tokis," the blond conceded as he nudged against the younger man affectionately.
"I see clown faces!" Selene laughed from the floor, staring at the rafters above her.
"Me toos Selene," Toki laughed as he laid against Skwisgaar while the vampire reached out for the face no one else could see. "Who ams next?"
Quickly Murderface came over for a hit or three to remove the memory, falling over backwards from it with a sigh, "Ahh!"
Slowly Skwisgaar began to rock gently as a giggling Toki climbed into his lap to cuddle up. "Hows bout guitars solos?" he called over towards Nathan and Pickles while Selene clapped in joy while coming to join Toki in playing on the Swede, toying with his long golden locks.
"Soooo pretty!" the vampire giggled, rubbing her cheek against the silky hair.
"They're so F-cking high," Nathan snickered, ignoring the request for a solo.
"Yeah, look at Skwizgaar just sitting there letting them hang all over him," Pickles laughed. "How's baby sittin'?"
"Shuts up! Ams better than thems hurting themselves," the blond glared hotly at his laughing friends.
"Yeah, yeah," the drummer smirked. "Just don't get any, um, surprises from all the attention."
All this earned the smaller man was another frosty glare. Suddenly Selene pressed her nose against his neck, sniffing softly. "Mmm, smell like clean," the vampire purred giddily.
"Ja, he smells like soaps!" Toki giggled as he mimicked the vampire.
"At least Murderface quit glaring," Pickles sighed with a shake of his head at the weirdness surrounding him.
"Don't bite him you two," Nathan growled lightly as he got up to get a couple more beers, Pickles on his heels.
Grinning, Toki parroted back the opposite of Nathan's command, "Bites him Nathans? Okays!"
"You think they're safe to be left alone?" the yooper asked as he finished his first beer.
"Probably not," the singer smirked as he cracked open his bottle.
Instantly the smaller man let out a groan of sympathy for his friend. "Good luck with that Skwisgaar!"
"I'ms good," the guitarist groaned softly as he felt his counterpart's teeth graze his skin. It wasn't exactly an unpleasant sensation feeling the younger man's teeth biting down gently on his throat.
On the other side of him Selene continued to nuzzle like a newborn kitten, with tiny mewls of delight included. Finally she declared him, "Soft like a bunny!"
"I need another beer," Pickles shook his head, accepting another drink from his friend as they both headed back to the couch they'd been working from. "Maybe a skank."
The vampire let out an unexpected giggle as she crawled up into the pair's laps. "I can get you pretty virgin skanks," she giggled.
Baffled by the clear oxymoron, Nathan shook his head and swallowed another third of his beer. "Told ya that stuff'd rot their brains out."
"Looks like it's already started," Pickles smiled a little as he pet the vampire's long dark locks.
"Silly man, my brain isn't rotten, just old," the keyboardist cooed and purred under her brother's tender affections.
"And on crack," the drummer smirked playfully adding to her sentence.
"Yea," the singer chimed in. "You need less crap in your system."
"Just a iddy biddy bit," Selene agreed before nuzzling against Pickles, scratching his throat with her teeth softly causing the drummer to shudder softly.
"And you say I'm bad," Nathan laughed, shaking his head.
Down on the floor Toki began mimicking the vampire again, using Skwisgaar instead of Pickles. The soft scraping and biting caused the Swede to shudder and murmur softly, "Nots food little Toki."
The bright, drug induced, smile that had been plastered across Selene's face from the time she first took her hit slowly fell. In an instant her icy gold eyes had darkened, seeming to turn to a deep brown as her voice loosing it's soft accent and going completely flat. "Valhalla is ending and two gods will fall." Within moments the vampire was back to her self, giggling so hard that she fell off of Pickles' lap to the floor with a loud thud.
"Woah Nate is she alright? Dood should we get Ofdensen?" Pickles asked as he knelt down by her.
"Yea we should," Nathan nodded seriously as he grabbed a pillow to place under her head before calling Charles. The moment her head rested against the pillow, Selene began giggling again.
In his office Charles tapped his pen against the edge of his desk while hitting the answer button on his cell. "Ofdensen can I help you?" he asked in a flat, bored voice.
"We got a situation down here," Nathan blurted out. "Selene mighta ODed or lost her mind."