TFLN Continuation + Action threads

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

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[shutyour_frettingmouth]

[continued on from here.]

"It seems you do always win and I can see why. Gilly wasn't lying when he said you had a tongue like a razor blade."

Of course Billy wasn't used to Ziggy but had heard about the singer due to how the media portrayed him and what Gilly said about him. There was no ill will bore towards him though since Billy was drunk and smiling whilst talking to Ziggy on the phone.

"I'm in a band with a couple of other lads. We play locally around the area in halls and pubs. Nothing as grand as you and the Spiders though. To be honest I'm really proud of what Gilly has achieved since he knocks the socks off any other drummers I know."

Was Billy proud? Yes, he was.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"You can't survive out there without a razor blade for a tongue."

That was the truth. He had to constantly be one step ahead of everyone else. Ziggy contemplates quietly for a moment.

"We're playing in North London in a few weeks. Maybe you should come down and play a set before us?" He hadn't met Gilly's brother in person but why not. It was probably foolish to put both of them together but the offer was made now.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"You're right there, mate. Some bastards just take advantage of you and me and Gilly don't let that happen. We give them a fucking licking with our own trashmouths."

Ziggy would no doubt know this from the way Gilly often bitched about things or spouted his usual shit when angry or pissed off. Billy was the same but viewed himself as the more mature of the brothers, being older.

"Oh yeah? Sounds good to me. I'd like to meet Weird and Ronno too. See how they are on their guitars and what riffs Ronno can perform. Maybe we could have a guitar face off."

That's always a laugh on stage.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"Fuck them. They think we have to conform to their shit norms." Ziggy was pretty hateful about some of them, particularly the press. He could definitely hear some of Gilly in his brother.

"Maybe we'll make a big go of it. Our band, yours, and the Hammer. It should bring a big crowd in London. Let me talk to our agent and see what we can do." Of course, being the least known Billy's band would be on first, then Hunter's and finally Ziggy's because he was the most well known and the organizer. "You'd get a good pay off for a night or two of that."

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"Fuck them. I say they can stick their norms up their ass."

Billy was often a lot like Gilly with the trashmouth just with a bit more physicality behind his words being the older brother. He wouldn't think twice about hurling insults at homophobic thugs or idiot interviewers then slugging a few along the way.

"The Hammers, The Hell's Angels and yours all at once? It'll be a riot, mate."

He liked the idea of all bands mixing together at once. Loads of rowdy rock stars rocking the house down and getting the crowd to go wild. Billy also wanted to meet Hunter's band and get to know the blokes there too.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"I'm sure some of them wish they could fuck me. The hypocrites."

Ziggy could sense the feisty physicality coming off the man on the other end of the phone. It wasn't a bad thing. He'd grown fond of the sass over time.

We'll do it. London, two weeks. Hunter's already around here. I'll get him on board." This was going to be a riot and they would have to do something fun. He would figure something out between now and then.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

"I bet they wish they could fuck you. Too bad they're too far up their own asses to not know if you're a boy or girl. Thick wankers."

Billy couldn't be fucked to deal with losers like that. Him and his brother would give the media shit if they picked on Ziggy and the rest of the band. His own band, The Hell's Angels, were hard-core rockers who gave no fucks. They lived for music, hard booze, drugs and sex.

"Sounds good. Hunter's band is getting pretty famous around these parts. I've seen a few of his performances on the television. He's good. That guitarist, Rik, he can really lay down some fucking awesome riffs with that 18 stringed monster he's got."

Yes, Billy noticed.

for riff_razor

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

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Are you saying it was because of me?

How was I supposed to know you were going to play naked.

[Of course he loved it.]

[riff_razor]

I had to untangle your hand from my hair to take a piss this morning. YES!

Do I need to wear clothes in our room?

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

It's not my fault I got my hand wrapped up in your hair. Too fluffy and soft.

No. Play naked. But anywhere else? Clothes on. I don't want people staring at you naked.

[riff_razor]

Right, because I put your hand there while you slept? It is your fault.

Are you claiming me?

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

Hey, I was asleep! Not in control of my body.

What? Does it sound that way?

[riff_razor]

I noticed. It's not a bad thing.

You just told me I need to stay dressed so no one stares at my naked body.

for forcefullyawkward

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

[continued from here]

A graceful sparkly pancake?

Was THAT what you were trying for?

[forcefullyawkward]

Trying?

Try SUCCEEDED.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

I still don't understand why you wanted to be a sparkly pancake.

Won't it be annoying to scrape all that glitter and jam off?

[forcefullyawkward]

Hello. I'm pretty. I'm famous.

There's already a line forming on the 9th floor to lick it off me. Why aren't you in it?

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

I've never heard of you. Sorry, love.

There is? Must be in a different hotel from where I am. The one for lonely tarts who are attention seekers perhaps.

[forcefullyawkward]

You can't be serious.

Kylo Ren.
Lead singer of the Knights of Ren.
The newest pride and joy of First Order Records.
'Starkiller' just hit shelves.

Oh yeah... And we're your KRIFFING OPENING ACT! We are in the SAME KRIFFING HOTEL!

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[shutyour_frettingmouth]

[From here.]

Let's make it the street? Then, I can moon people whilst on the board holding onto the back of your bike. Just don't kill me, mate.

[suomi_thunder]

I'll get my bike. I will bring you back whole. I know better than your singer. You don't anger the Dane.

[shutyour_frettingmouth]

Brilliant, mate. This should be good. Where should I meet you?

You bet I don't anger "the Dane." Rik is my smukke and I love the fucking pants off him.

[suomi_thunder]

At the back parking lot door of the hotel?

I have no doubt you love fucking the pants off of him.

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[shutyour_frettingmouth]

I'll be there.

A few moments later the Brit is standing outside the back parking lot door waitng for Aarne to show up with his bike and skateboard. Had Billy ridden a skateboard before? Yes. Was he any good with it? Maybe? He'd fallen on his ass a few times before but this was just too good to miss. Messing about with members of the Hammers was a riot and the Fin was fucking crazy.

"Hey, baby cakes. I'm here?"

Billy looked around and then smirked because he knew this would be epic. Would they get arrested if the cops saw them? Ah, who cared? They could all suck balls. The Brit would trashmouth them and show them his naked, pale ass if they followed.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne is waiting on his Ducati with the modified skateboard sitting on the ground beside him on the curb.

"Baby cakes?" Aarne starts laughing. "I thought the Dane was all your desserts and Danishes?"

He's totally picking on Billy after overhearing that sort of commentary from the Brit before. He doesn't hang out with Billy much, by incident rather than choice, but Joe and Rik both speak so well of him.