There&#39;s a Starman

Mick nearly snorted into his drink as he and Weird looked towards the tarty drummer who was now staring slightly wide-eyed at Ziggy's comment. Had he just said that? Yes, he had. Gilly, who was blushing slightly looked down at his drink and then shrugged a little.

"No. I'm not fucking bratty. Ronno is a fucking pervert and Weird doesn't talk much."

This was the retaliation Gilly could think of as Mick just laughed at that and Weird rolled his eyes. So what if he didn't say much? He didn't have a loud, bitchy mouth like Gilly did. It was all good fun though and none of the band members meant any spite.

"You're good on the guitars though, both of you."

Gilly softening slightly offering shy glances to both Mick and Weird.

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"Are you listening to yourself?" Ziggy started laughing at the bratty drummer. "You're bratty as a little bitch."

Ziggy teased as he filled Gilly's glass back up.

"And you're a hell of a drummer or you wouldn't be sitting here at this table with me." Credit was due even if he was a bratty little tart. Ziggy would stand up for him as much as he would tease him.

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"Ziggy's right, mate. You're one hell of a drummer but a little bitchy tart too."

Mick smiled and then ruffled Gilly's hair in a friendly way. Weird just smirked and drank some of his drink. It was good that all the lads were finally melding together as a band and a group of friends. Having Ziggy as band leader felt right and the blond knew he would have to try and keep his feeling hidden for the sake of everyone.

"I never thought I'd be wearing make-up and heels. But now? It feels normal, like. I don't feel like such a bloody ponce on stage."

He offered Ziggy a shy smile.

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"It looks good on you." Ziggy smiles and really can't resist the casual flirting with the guitarist. Maybe he shouldn't because the guitarist might bolt again but he really felt the pounding in his chest with Mick sitting beside him.

"I have a couple songs started but we're going to have to do some writing before we have a full album."

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Both Weird and Gilly noticed Mick's change in expression as Ziggy told the guitarist his make-up looked good on him. The tarty drummer didn't quite catch it but Weird did. The bassist knew the spark was there. The one that caused Mick to bolt because it was love. The guitarist was in love with the singer and he could see it. Ziggy loved Mick too. The bassist drank some more drink before speaking;

"I assume that will be more you and Ronno doing the writing? I can keep rhythm with my bass on stage and Gilly here can bang out a decent percussion."

Glancing over at the dartboard Weird wondered if anyone played darts. He couldn't see Gilly playing but then they were getting to know one another. Nudging the drummer he smiled.

"Anyone want to play some darts? I like a game with friends now and then."

Mick looked at the dartboard and smiled. It seemed their bassist had the good suggestions tonight.

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It took a breath for Ziggy to yank his gaze off Mick to look at the other two.

"It doesn't have to be just us. We should all be part of the writing process." Ziggy felt like that may have been a mistake in his first band, the others weren't doing enough to make the band and fame thiers.

"I'm not much of a dart player but I'll watch and get you all drunker while you do." Ziggy didn't mind if the band did things he didn't. That was the balancing act between being a group and maintaining independence.

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Mick could feel the gaze coming from Ziggy and side-eyed a little bit before smiling and then turning to watch Weird get up and grab some darts from the holder just underneath the board. In turn, Mick got up and went to join Weird, grabbing some darts himself and standing behind the bassist waiting for his go. Gilly, however sipped his drink and remained seated, presumably not wanting to play or maybe he wasn't so good. Mick looked back at the drummer and squeezed his shoulder.

"Come on, Gilly. We can all play. Let's show Ziggy how good we are at darts, eh? You can watch me and Weird first though if you like."

The drummer nodded and seemed rather shy now that both Mick and Weird were playing darts. His attention seemed to be drawn to over by the bar where two young men had walked in. They were rather attractive and were buying drinks. Weird got his darts ready and threw all three, getting a decent score.

"Watch this, mate."

Mick's go and he threw his first dart which near landed close by the bullseye.

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Ziggy could sense the drummer wanting to stay and smiled to the two guitarists. "Gilly and I can stay here and chat while you play."

Ziggy moved to sit next to the drummer for ease of talking but caught that gaze. He followed it and smiled a little before turning to watch Mick throw. Despite his eyes being on the dart players he shook his head mentioning to Gilly quietly about the men at the bar.

"That dark haired guy, his jeans are dangerously tight." They were too, like Mick's, so impossibly tight.

Edited Date: 2021-07-25 12:22 pm (UTC)

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Mick nodded as he and Weird took turns playing darts. Gilly noticed Ziggy getting up to sit next to him and it caught him off guard slightly. Then, the words caused him to blush profusely.

"What? I guess they are, yeah. Are you looking then?"

A nervous giggle slipped from the drummer's lips as his eyes flitted over to Mick's tight pants, lingering there for a moment or two before coming back to rest on Ziggy. He took a gulp of booze and swallowed. Shit. Did Ziggy know he was looking at those blokes?

Mick and Weird were too caught up in the game to notice.

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Ziggy giggled quietly while taking a big drink from his glass.

"They aren't bad." He was watching Gilly and frowned when he saw him staring at Mick. The first pang of jealousy and anger coming on hot inside. He was going to have to learn to swallow those feelings in the future since the guitarist obviously wasn't that into him.

"What do you like to do?" He asks to be friendly and try to distract himself.

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"Of course I'm into girls so I wouldn't know."

The words tumbled quickly out of Gilly's mouth almost in a defensive fashion since he didn't want Ziggy thinking he liked men. No one could know that. The media would chew him up and spit him back out. Sipping some more of his drink the drummer pushed some of his hair back and smiled.

"Aside from drumming and getting drunk with you lads? Well, back home I like shopping and buying clothes. Trying things on and buying colognes to see if they smell nice. I mean lots of men do that."

He was trying to come over just as masculine as both Mick and Weird but Gilly knew he was different.

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"You don't have to be into men to know those pants are about to tear." Ziggy laughed and tried to relieve the tension. He could feel it but wasn't sure for the reason.

"We should go sometime." Ziggy offered. "Who doesn't want to smell nice and look good? Everyone should want that."

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"You're right. They look so fucking tight I don't know how Ronno walks around in them. I'd like to go shopping. Sounds fun."

Nodding quietly Gilly then finished off his drink and then noticed Weird throwing his darts into the board beating Mick's score. The blond guitarist swore and then came back to the table to grab his drink, downing it in one.

"Did you see that? Weird fucking knocked me off the bloody board! Do you want another drink Gilly? Ziggy?"

Weird was smirking proudly after beating Mick with his fantastic throw. Gilly looked to Ziggy to see if the singer wanted a top up. As for shopping he would talk about that once the lads got back to their darts. This was just a break to get drinks.

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"He should just take them off." Gilly might be shy about things but Ziggy isn't. Out of Mick's earshot he has to vent a little of the feelings. "We should. We could find you a couple of nice suits for you on stage."

Ziggy watched the frustration in Mick and the smugness from his new bassist. It reminded him of siblings. "We'd love another round." He spoke up for Gilly too. "See if they have some crisps or something."

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Gilly's eyes went a little wide but he didn't say anything, instead just nodding and then diverting his gaze downwards for a moment or two. Ziggy liked to say things how he saw them and the band were just getting used to that. The drummer liked the idea of having a few new suits on stage though.

Mick went to the bar and ordered some drinks; another round of scotches and a gin for himself and Ziggy. Coming back he also had a few bags of crisps tucked under his arm and some salted peanuts.

"Here we are. Some salt and vinegar flavoured crisps, drinks and some nuts. No lewd jokes here, lads."

He winked at Weird and poked Gilly in the chest which caused the drummer to stick his tongue out as he opened his bag of crisps. Passing Ziggy a bag of nuts and some crisps, Mick smiled at the singer and popped a nut into his mouth. Weird sipped his drink and then began cleaning his darts for the next round. Mick went to do up his shoelace which was lose and it was then he heard a ripping noise from the back of his jeans. Fuck.

"Oh shit---"

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"We'll go in the next few days." Of course Ziggy called it like it was. He had little filter. He thanked Mick for the crisps and the drinks. He was enjoying sitting her talking and watching Mick from a far.

"Nice choice. These are my favorite." Ziggy mentioned to Mick. He popped a chip in his mouth and then took a drink only to choke on it when Mick's jeans tore. Eyes wide as saucers and staring. There's no playing it cool for Ziggy and he tries to look away but can't.

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Gilly nodded and then his own eyes went wide as he watched as Mick's pants ripped down the ass. The drummer began giggling and watching as Weird looked shocked, grabbing a bar menu and holding it in front of the large tear.

"Bloody hell, my jeans! They're ripped! I'd better go to the toilet and do something with these. Weird, will you help?"

The blond's face was as red as Ziggy's hair, as Weird nodded, trying not to laugh himself, holding the menu behind Mick's ass as they quickly made their way to the gents. Gilly turned to Ziggy and couldn't help laughing a little before taking a gulp of booze.

"I know Ronno would bust out of those pants."

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Few things can startle Ziggy to silence but the sudden appearance of of Mick's backside from torn pants certainly did the trick.

Ziggy flushed red across his cheeks from the way his body and emotions woke up suddenly. The singer's eyes are locked on Weird and Mick, zoned out and it takes time to acknowledge Gilly.

"At least it wasn't the front." Ziggy laughed but he realized if it was the front he might have been worse off than now. He's feeling that thumping like when they touched earlier.

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A few moments later Mick and Weird came back out from the toilet with Mick's pants being secured somehow with safety pins. The bassist seemed to have some from adjusting his costume back at the studio. Now, they had come in handy for patching the guitarist's pants up for now.

"Weird stuck a few pins in my bloody backside. Well, my jeans anyway. Thanks, mate."

Patting the bassist on the shoulder, both men sat back down at the table and noticed Gilly still giggling a little at it all. Mick looked at Ziggy and noticed the singer staring at him for longer. That spark----it was still there. Mick swallowed slowly and then squeezed the red head's shoulder too.

"Sorry, Zig. Didn't mean to scare you and Gilly here with my backside."

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Ziggy stared at that hand on him and let out a breath, trying to keep it from sounding ragged.

"You will have to do more than rip your pants to scare me." Ziggy laughs brightly but his cheeks are still slightly pink and he has to fight to keep his breathing even.

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"I just don't like flashing my backside in front of a girl when I've only just met her."

Mick couldn't help the slight teasing as he sat back down and noticed shaking his head and smiling. Gilly just stared and didn't know what to say so just sipped his drink. He was still thinking about going shopping with Ziggy. It sounded fun since they could buy girly things together.

"You haven't been talking about me and Weird while we were in the toilet have you? Gilly? You loudmouthed tart."

That got a small laugh out of Weird and Gilly just offered Ronno a finger.

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Ziggy couldn't help but giggle at the comment. "You've got class comparatively. I've had men sneak into the hotel and drop their pants on the hallway floor."

This was what it should be like with a band, not like the previous where he was pushed aside for his outlandish behavior.

"Gilly wasn't but I might have been." Ziggy was going to tease right back before taking a long drink. Resisting it was impossible because the guitarist was still under his skin. Instead he turned his attention to Gilly.

"If you want to go in the morning we'll have some time before practice."

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"I think we've all got class here, haven't we, lads? Weird wears those sideburns with class don't you, mate? Gilly, you're a fucking tarty bitch but you can drum the shit out of those drums of yours. Ziggy well...you're helping change the world, mate. With your style and songs."

Mick felt himself blush then frown when Ziggy spoke about men sneaking into the hotel and dropping their pants in the hallways floor. He gripped his glass hard and felt his fingers go white. Gods, why was he so angry all of a sudden? Even Weird noticed the change in the guitarist's face. Rage, anger---jealousy.

He was so jealous and he couldn't hide it.

"Fucking indecent to drop their pants in front of you."

Looking away, Mick realised he was making himself so obvious so tried to calm himself down by slugging his drink all in one go. Weird patted Mick's arm, sensing the man was on edge slightly. Oh, he knew. He always knew. Gilly just shrugged and ate a crisp. He then nodded to Ziggy, pleased that they'd be going shopping together. Whispering quietly so that only the singer could hear.

"I'd like that."

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Ziggy was smiling but it faded when he felt the emotions burning off of Mick. The anger didn't make much sense if the guitarist didn't want him. Hadn' the just rejected the singer? Ziggy looked down at his drink feeling uncertain inside.

He managed to smile at Gilly despite the turmoil Mick was causing right down to his core. "Tomorrow. These two can find something to occupy themselves for a few hours."

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