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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 17, 2017 0:10:29 GMT -5
The night was still young for the university students who had just finished playing their last song for the night before the next band took the stage for their allotted time. Arthur could feel all the effort and heat that went into the performance with the way that his blond fringe half stuck to his forehead, along with the way that the leather trousers seemed to adhere to his legs in the sticky, hot nightclub. It wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling, and it came with a sense of accomplishment for all the long practice hours after the droning hours spent in class. Arthur couldn’t really find the desire to focus in lecture when he still had no real direction for his life; but that’s what he appreciated about his bandmates. They all found purpose for a brief moment: in practice as well as during their actual performances at the various venues.
Once they finished their last song, the effect seemed to continue to reverberate through the crowd with their final cheers, cries, and shouts. The bandmates began to clear away their equipment quickly for the next and Arthur had to sit on the edge of the stage for a moment to swallow water from his bottle, replenishing what he’d lost. His eyes wandered to Gil, one of his bandmates, and he grinned slightly for a brief moment before his attention wandered to the back of the bar where they were serving their specialty cocktail for the evening.
He immediately knew that he wanted a fix. But that fix usually meant finding company while he indulged in that poison. Normally, he picked someone random in the crowd, but tonight he preferred someone with a little more substance, someone that he trusted to get him back to his dorm in one piece. He had been somewhat grasping for that general sense of company since his breakup with Francis months prior, and perhaps it felt a little bit like he was finally getting over that snag in his life and moving on to deepen current friendships while also meeting new acquaintances. Arthur slipped out of his hot jacket, pushing it into his guitar case before glancing over at Gil once more. He slipped down from where he was sitting and made his way over, music once more pulsing through the area, inviting people into its heated grasp.
Once he reached Gil, he tangled his arms around him from behind rather snugly, leaning his chin against Gil’s shoulder as he surveyed the place. He could smell his sweat from the performance along with whatever brand of cologne he wore. It was nice. The metal from his piercings grazed Gil’s skin slightly as he leaned in. It wasn’t uncommon for the bandmates to mess with each other like that, playful pushing around or just overall casual touching. ”Do you have plans tonight?” Arthur spoke close to his ear so that he could be heard over the loud music.
He paused to hear Gil's response before adding onto his question. ”If you do, then perhaps I can replace it with something more interesting… and if you don’t, then perhaps I was just waiting to fill that gap,” he teased with a chuckle. ”Truth is, I just want company… Willing to be my drinking and dancing partner tonight?” His smile became a touch more genuine and less of that teasing, wry sort of expression that he usually wore. His eyes trailed over Gil’s shoulder to the bar that was doing business in the back, hoping that he’d at least get the friendly company. It was that, or seek it elsewhere among strangers.
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tag // Gilbert Beilschmidt
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Post by Gilbert Beilschmidt on Jun 7, 2017 12:06:12 GMT -5
There were many highs that people could experience in life, whether it be from drugs or adrenaline. Feeling the sweat run down his back as he played bass to Arthur’s guitar, he knew which one he was feeling. The hot lights on him, the sound of the crows in his ears, the energy that was produced from every thumb of the drums and the responding echo from the audience; it was intoxicating in ways that neither drugs nor alcohol could ever achieve. Once the set was over and he had caught his breath, Gilbert began packing up his stuff so the next group could use the stage. He admired the resilience of Arthur, not letting his recent brake up get him down enough to stop playing. It was almost comical how right after he finished the thought that he felt Arthur’s arms around him. “Do you have plans tonight?”He could have almost laughed at that. No, he was the farthest thing from depression, he was doing well.
If you do, then perhaps I can replace it with something more interesting… and if you don’t, then perhaps I was just waiting to fill that gap. Truth is, I just want company… Willing to be my drinking and dancing partner tonight?”"Kesese, for you, I'm always free." He moved to run a hand along Arthurs arm, squeezing lightly before patting it." Just let me put this up and then I’m yours.”
Arthur Kirkland
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Post by Arthur Kirkland on Mar 14, 2018 19:24:59 GMT -5
Arthur brushed his cheek against the side of Gil’s neck, almost feeling a little over-stimulated, completely drunk off their recent performance. And he didn’t want the artificial surrounding beat to end; he wanted to keep going until he couldn't physically keep pushing forward, until his muscles had given out. The high was still tantalizing his senses, and he found himself willing to go to whatever lengths just to keep that going. Perhaps he was using the thumpa-thumpa of the club, the intense noise, and colorful, warm distractions to keep himself from feeling anything else. He didn’t want to feel anything else at the moment. If he did, then he wasn’t sure that he had enough anger left over to cover up the stinging ache that still resided in his chest.
For now, he simply dressed up for these performances, over-tasted the alcohol, and he danced to the distant beat until that was all he really could feel. And right now, Gil was serving as that wonderful distraction. A bandmate was reliable because they typically were all together during a performance. And hearing Gil’s response, Arthur laughed, low and warm, as he remained leaning against Gil’s shoulder, and half against his back. ”Really now? Careful, I might take utter and complete advantage of that,” Arthur winked subtly at him before he released him from his playful grip. ”Find me on the dance floor when you’re finished.”
And with that, Arthur melted into the crowd, not minding the occasional bumps or wandering hands from the tightly crowded dance floor as he passed. It was only at the clubs that he didn’t mind his personal space being invaded; otherwise, it was something that he was fiercely protective over in the real world. He first made his way over to the bar to order a double whiskey. And once he had it finished it in two large gulps, he made his way back out into the melding, mindless crowd. The new band that was scheduled behind them was starting to set up their equipment, so generic club music was blasting through the speakers in the meantime, the vibration from the floor traveling up their legs, right against rapid pulses in their chests, and through their warm bodies. Arthur had always enjoyed the feeling and he was moving almost mindlessly with the sound, right along with the sensations.
The liquor had calmed him, heated his insides, and further amplified the effect of removing any intrusive thoughts, and forcing himself to only be concerned about the now, about exactly how he felt in that moment and simply enjoying it for what it was. His eyes frequently trailed along the people around him, always keeping a vigilant gaze over who was near him, and for whenever Gil had decided to attempt to find him in the pulsating, tightly-pressed crowd.
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tag // Gilbert Beilschmidt
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