A/N: Here is more of an accessory chapter to the last one, but I had desires for a smaller chapter in me, so I got it out. Enjoy!
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hapter 13: Thought Myself To Death
After the commotion of the night has been forced to a gradual halt by Leroy for closing, most of the drunken tenants had parted ways, with the remaining few scouting spots for the preparation of survival tomorrow. The group of musical mischiefs took place around the front of the stage, with Leroy quietly wiping away the dust of the day as Gresha overcame her euphoria burnout by staring into the abyss of the swirling wooden ceiling panels. Blitz rested on his back on top of the stage, with Styx accompanying him with the sinner's head resting in their imp's lap and emitting a quiet coo with closed eyes.
"I've never seen two people want to do it more in my life." Reese said, talking his hit back from Styx and Blitz. "Seriously, man. If you can't even see tongue, it's going a lot farther than you think."
"Damn right." Blitz said, giving his partner a look. Styx blushed.
"Your restraint was more impressive." Tingler piped up from the corner chair. "Wanting to do each other while masterfully performing early grunge music - It's… so poetic."
"Shoulda seen me in my college days." Blitz said. "I could write poetry while making poetry."
"Woo! Poetry!" Gresha shouted across the now closed establishment.
"Damn, didn't realize I was in the presence of a pimp." Reese said. "Now you two dating makes sense. The River Styx we saw off stage was kinda shy, y'know? No disrespect or nothing but I can totally see them as the submissive type."
The imp smiled devilishly. "Submissive, huh?"
"I was really shy, that's it." Styx said, annoyed and turning to look up at Blitz. "I wasn't submissive, just had some confidence issues and preferred to be the silent type."
"So, submissive, huh?" Blitz repeated, recieving a sharp stare from Styx.
"You're one to talk." Tingler laughed. "One of my relatives down here recorded some of your early stand-up. I mean, shit, talk about the opposite of making poetry."
"We all gotta start somewhere, Frankenshit." Blitz swore. "Besides, your name is fuckin Tingler. Do I need to say something?"
"That's the point." Tingler said. "It's so absolutely ridiculous that you remembered it. Everyone forgets Grugo, but everyone remembers Tingler."
"Both of those would make my ass tighten." Blitz said, recieving a nod from the rest of the menagerie. "Honestly I'd consider it an invitation with a challenge if you can get that to happen."
"Noted." Tingler frowned. "Still doesn't change the topic. Just figured you'd like a reminder where we all start."
"I don't need one." Blitz shot straight. "I fuckin remember my past quite well, thanks."
"You were pretty funny the first night." Styx piped up in a daze as the effects of their substances began to slowly crawl over. The imp nodded "I like stand up. Some of my earliest memories are watching stand up with my dad."
"Same!" Reese said. "I wish our bassist didn't like staying after our gigs, she'd love you. Er, as a friend, y'know. But I'm sure you'll see her again if Leroy is willing."
"Of course." Leroy said while proudly wiping down the cabinets. "I took a risk with you three. Wasn't sure if it was gonna pay off, but I think Silent O and Mississippi here joining in made me realize why people like this newer music so much. It really makes you want to... join in and be angry."
"Not angry." Styx said, nestling further into their imp's lap. "Angry at the bad stuff in your life, maybe, but never angry at the music. You can never get angry at music."
"I beg to differ even though I want to agree." said Tingler as the band began to sort their cases on a table off to the side. "Our career started out with nothing but angry motherfuckers who thought it was funny to call our music 'just noise' and ruin our only pair of speakers. Tch, and they wonder why so many of us end up here."
"System needs a change for sure." Leroy added. "I ain't a saint, but I don't have an interest in cold blood anymore, either. I think we all could stand to end up in some least worst penitentiary or something similar."
Blitz lifted their partner and hopped behind the bar and began to prepare himself a Margarita before putting on a pair of sunglasses and a flower shirt from the lost and found before returning to their spot upright with Styx returning to their lap resting position. "I don't know about y'all bitches, but I'm digging the horrors down here. Death, destruction, and dicks, all kinds of Ds to love."
"Maybe you're cool with it, dude." Reese said. "Some of us just did it once and regretted it right after. It's like a bad disease, man. A regular disease is just a disease, a bad one clings to your mind and doesn't let go. Sometimes, that bad disease is guilt and makes us want to be better again."
"Some of us fuckin love the bad disease, you fuckin warm pillow. All the red mist gives it that tropical depression charm."
"That why you look like a straight shooter with no bitches?" Tingler deadpanned.
"No but it's why I fucked your mom and got one bitch, bitch." Blitz said without thinking.
"Dude, you need less Mary and more Jane." Reese said.
"Honestly wouldn't fuckin hurt." The imp said.
"Everything hurts everyone." Styx mumbled softly, trying to grab visions that were not there "It's why life sucks so bad. Hey, why did you quit telling jokes, Blitzie?"
Blitz shuddered. Hearing his pet name unlocked a form of masochism not seen in a long time. Before any reasoning could take place, the imp connected lips with their partner as the two began to forget about the others around them.
"Probably because he's shit at it." Tingle smiled. ", You don't quit at the only thing you have a chance at unless you know you suck."
"Don't think he cares, man." Reese pointed a thumb. "He's getting laid right now and the only thing you bang is drums."
"Oh, SHIT!" Gresha yelled from across the room.
Tingler grunted, beginning to grab cases of instruments and carry them out to the van. Leroy made his way out of the back for a smoke, as did Gresha, and the duo of unholy horny matrimony quick took their place more privately, and the air stood still.