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Ziggy was happy to bring everyone out to a upscale bar in New York City. This was a celebration of all three bands coming together for a tour. It was going to be rowdy and certainly blow up social norms. He loved it and the others did as much as he did.

The Hammers, The Hell's Angels, and The Spiders from Mars were going to bond over booze and food at The Plunge. Bar, restaurant and rooftop pool with a DJ. It was everything they needed to unwind. He left Mick for a moment once free of the elevator to call up Jack. He was all too willing to bring up a gang of boys and girls and some of the more androgynous Diamond Dogs for the evening. Food and booze on Ziggy and the other bands to pay for their own wants or needs. There would be a whole group of punk and glam Dogs here soon, all young in the 18-25 range which was suitable since that was around all the bands' ages too. Then he went to rejoin Mick and get a drink.

Gloria walked slowly with Weird, worried but glad they were free of the elevator.

"Do you want me to get my own bed?" Rik teased between laughs when he was questioned about his decision to stay in the other guitarist's room. He leaned in whispering. "I like sleeping with you, in any bed."

He giggles as he's pulled out of the elevator, slipping away to wrap his arms around Billy as they walk. It's awkward and he's laughing but this is what was missing for months now.

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"Yeah, I want to give it a go. Just---I might be a complete idiot on my first go."

He blushed and wondered how he'd do on his first try. If he did fall on his ass then Viktor would be the first to know and call Zack out on it. In a playful way of course but still---he didn't want his ego dented on his first go out with the Dogs. As for Jack's next question the drummer stared a little and drank the rest of his juice.

"I like a bit of a mix I guess. More girly compared to the punk crowd here though like Viktor or Vars. Maybe someone that's similar to Mick or Billy. Not as rowdy but still good looking."

Zack didn't really know but he liked what he saw in a few of the other band members. They were all quite a handsome lot. Even Hunter's tarty girly boy Gilly wasn't too bad but he knew not to mess with that, unless he wanted a leopard skin boot at his face.

"You have someone yet you still work? Why do you still work if you have someone to take care of you?"

He didn't mean to be personal, it just sort of slipped out.

"I'll bring skates the next time."

Jack would give Viktor a kick for laughing and then put him in skates too for that kind of shit. The Dogs might giggle but they would also be right out there giving him pointers if he fell.

"They are both very masculine." Jack was going off appearances more than personality. Mick definitely had a traditional masculine mindset, though he couldn't be sure about Billy. What little he had seen of the guitarist was boyish and rowdy, but not punk and dangerous.

Jack isn't bothered by the question. Zack looks young and it was spoken honestly for the way he let it out. "This is who I am. I'm a gang leader and a prostitute. Would you quit your job and stop being in a band because you met someone?"

Then he sighed thinking about Balthazar and the problems they had. He didn't really talk about this with anyone. "My partner doesn't always like it but I've got people who count on me to be there. I'm not sure how I feel about someone saying I love you for who you are but you should stop working and be someone else because I will do everything for you."

"Thanks, I'd like that. Maybe I could get the other guys to have a go too. Viktor, Joe and Billy."

Just seeing Viktor land on his ass would be totally worth it since the punk was always acting the hard man. Billy would just shoot off around the place playing pranks and going wild. Joe? Well, who knew with him. Probably end up chasing police cars on them grabbing hold of the back bumper to hitch a ride.

"Yeah, they are. I mean---I know they're all taken but they're nice blokes to look at. Mick has nice arms and shoulders. Ziggy is a lucky girl. Billy, well he's more like a brother to me and he has Rik as a lover. Even Hunter has nice legs and Gilly has nice arms too. But yeah---lots of handsome men."

He blushed and felt more hair fall in front of his face. Was it awkward talking about men who were taken? Perhaps. Then, Jack was talking about his partner and his work.

"Oh---I see. I guess I'd be worried if I were him but if you enjoy what you do then I say why not? If it helps support the people you love. You're right though...I wouldn't want to stop doing something I love because someone said they loved me. I'm sure he does love you anyway, Jack. You're a nice bloke."

Zack patted Jack's arm and then looked to the bar. Was he thirsty? Perhaps.

"I can bring skates next time." Or have Ziggy buy some and they could try tomorrow. Surely New York City had a skate shop somewhere. Jack could see skates causing all sorts of amusing chaos, especially if this level of drunkenness was normal.

"So I am hearing that you like a toned body, softer disposition and a little less rowdy than the others here?" He's asking despite feeling confident in that assessment. "I think you would appreciate someone less alcohol centered for fun?"

Jack was thinking out loud more than anything. Zeroing in on a prospective Dog that might make for some good company for the drummer. Even if it was temporary and friendly. Jack couldn't resist and kissed the drummer's cheek. He was so adorable.

"Don't feel one way or the other about my job but I am good at it." Jack sighs again and nods. "He does and my children. I think he needs time to learn that he doesn't have to take care of and fix everything."

His eye turns up toward the bar with a laugh. Between the two punks going at each other on the floor and the nearly naked pair behind the bar, the way there was a gauntlet of trashfire. "I can get you another drink." Jack laughs. "I'm used to navigating this kind of night."

"I'll definitely be having a go if you bring them. Joe and Billy might have a go on them too."

Zack didn't think Viktor would since the man was tall and bulky. He wasn't really the build for skates but what did the drummer know? The punk leader might be good on them without being bull-headed about everything. The blush deepened as Jack spoke about what sort of boy Zack preferred. Also, the kiss just got him giggling slightly and pushing his long hair back.

"Uh---I guess yeah? Definitely less rowdy. Also not so pissed up all the time."

He nodded and then felt grateful that Jack would brave the almighty trashfire down by the bar. Zack was just too shy and didn't want to get pulled into it or kicked in the face by Viktor and Vars fighting on the floor.

"I'll have a light ale if you're getting a drink for me. Thanks, Jack."

"That sounds like a date for tomorrow night."

Jack really couldn't help himself with the gentle tease. He likes the young drummer and would be happy to spend more time with him. Surely the Dogs would take him in easily.

"I have someone here that you might get along with." Jack was thinking about the Dogs that were currently there. He's watching the two behind the bar more than the punks on the floor. They were intent on each other but the two behind the bar might go after anyone by th elooks of it.

"Sure." Jack patted Zacks shoulder and headed for the bar to get a drink. Getting drinks he also stops by a couple of the Dogs that are hanging around at a table. He comes back with one of the Dogs.. He's a little older than the drummer, but mellow and more often someone who watches over the workers than working at this point. Jack though noticed he had given the drummer a couple of long looks.

He offers Zack the drink and then motions toward the young man with him. "Zack, this is Damien."

Damien, who is tall and definitely masculine despite being leaner and more lanky, offers his hand to the drummer with a smile. `

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"A date?"

That got the young drummer laughing because he knew Jack was only teasing and being friendly. Ziggy's brother really was a nice man and his partner was a very lucky man to have Jack in his life. Then, he was being introduced and Zack went a little quiet as he sipped his drink. Oh----Jack was setting him up with one of the Dogs. His eyes went a little wide at the meeting but none the less he was going to be polite.

"Hello, Damien. I'm Zack. I drum for the Hell's Angels."

Glancing towards the handsome bloke, Zack blushed a deep red and shook Damien's hand. He really was a good-looking man and the drummer just stared a little before saying anything else. Tall and masculine? It was perfect.

"Would you like a drink? I mean---you've probably already had a few at the bar but...I'd like to get you one."

"A group date?" Jack said with a wink.

The introduction though he just let the two go and took his seat again. He might not stay long if this looked like the two were getting interested in each other, or to just let them talk in private. Zack appeared like a one on one sort of person to Jack.

Damien shakes his head and sits in the other chair at the table. "I don't drink. A little on holidays." he adds with a smile. It made him a little odd among the Dogs but not that much. Not all of them drank, particularly the ones, like him, that were lookouts who needed to stay alert. "Jack mentioned you were going to come skating with us tomorrow."

"Yeah, I guess you could call it that."

Zack sat down in his seat and nodded. It seemed Damien wasn't much of a drinker which pleased the drummer since he preferred a companion that wasn't a complete drunk. Joe and Aarne---well, they loved to get smashed and fuck it seemed. Zack was a completely different kind of guy compared to Joe, which was fine in his own way.

"Oh uh yeah. I've never skated before and Jack is offering to give me some skates. I might invite some of my band to come along. Maybe Billy. Not sure about Joe or Viktor yet. Have you met all of the band members? There are two upstairs in the pool. Hunter, who is lead singer for the Hammers and Gilly, drummer for Ziggy and the Spiders."

He wasn't sure if Damien had spoken to any of them so decided to mention them anyway.

"Bring them." Damien is a very gregarious person. Like Jack, as one of the older Dogs, he does a lot of mentoring of the younger members of the gang. Being in a gang, in general, added to his usual nature.

"Only you and Ziggy." He really hadn't tried to meet everyone, though he had watched how all of them interacted. He had noticed the sex but didn't find any issue with it. They were all used to that being common place. "I thought about a swim until I heard the sounds coming from up there. Better to leave them alone."

"Ok, I'll bring them. Billy loves to prank about and is high energy like Joe. It'll be a riot, mate."

To be honest Zack wasn't sure how much of a trashfire Joe would be with Damien and the skates but it would be fun. Billy loved anything daring and this would appeal to the guitarist. Nodding slowly, Zack looked around at the bar area and giggled softly. Jesus, what a shit show.

"Oh a swim? Yeah, Hunter and Gilly are up there but I'm not sure what they're doing."

Best you don't find out, Zack. You're far too shy to witness naked Swede or Gilly butt.

"Bring anyone." Damien looked to Jack who nodded in agreement. They could stir up enough skates even if he went home.

"We always cause a riot." Jack tells Zack with a laugh. He's glad to see that they are getting along. He also saw that look from Zack at the Dog he'd chosen. Even if they didn't end up in bed, they would have some fun.

"It sounds like sex or bondage." Jack mentions which gets Damien laughing.

"That's why I didn't go up there." Damien agrees before turning his attention back to Zack. "What do you like to do besides drums and trying skates?"

Damien was happy just to get to know the other man, though he is well aware of why Jack invited him over. Zack is nice looking. He wouldn't mind being with Zack even if it's not a primary goal.

"I'll do that. It should be a riot, mate."

Zack nodded. He liked that Jack liked to stir up shit as well as Damien. They were nice people, although much more worldly than Zack himself, but that wasn't going to stop him making friends with the Dogs. At what Hunter and Gilly were doing upstairs in the pool? That got a deep blush from the young drummer. He didn't even know much about bondage at all.

"They sound like they're having fun. Hunter is a good bloke and Gilly seems good on the drums even if he is a tart. Billy says he gets his ass slapped each night by his Swede."

That got a small giggle out of Zack. Everyone knew about Hunter slapping Gilly's ass. Even the hotel staff. Then, Damien was asking questions about what the drummer liked. Oh.

"I like spray painting. It's sort of a hobby of mine. Spraying on buildings and cop shops. That sort of thing. Painting lewd stuff to non-offensive stuff."

Viktor had got him into the paint a cock on the cop shop thing and Zack found it amusing so had taken his art up to the next level. Lewd paintings were always so amusing to look at.

"It looks like I need to start collecting skates." Jack mentions with a laugh while looking around the bar to get a count.

Damien broke into a smile over the blush on Zack's cheeks. Jack had been right. The drummer was adorably sexy. Damien still wouldn't push and the comment got him laughing. "It's good to spend the night with someone who can keep you happy. DO you have anyone keeping you happy?"

Damien could not resist flirting while the opportunity was there. However, he's far more interested in what Zack was talking about doing.

"Do you have a personal tag?" The Dog knew a bit about tagging even if it wasn't his trade. Plenty of the younger gang members enjoyed tagging.

"Yeah, you might do, mate. It depends on how many want to try them on."

Zack did for sure. As for Billy, Joe and Viktor? They might? He wondered about any of the Hammers trying them on and Rik came to mind as one who would be good at skating. He seemed quite dexterous. As for Aarne, Vars and Hunter? Well, who knew? It would be entertaining none the less.

"Keeping me happy? Like a boyfriend? Uh---no, not at the moment."

Another blush and Zack was now sipping some of his drink, not really knowing what to say since it was rather embarrassing. Everyone else had a partner but he didn't. Was Damien asking the drummer to sleep with him?

"Oh yeah I do. It's this." Zack pulling out a photo of his graffiti tag to show Damien.

"I'm going to go make some calls." Jack got up because he knew most of these people were adventurous. The chances that they would all give it a go were high.

"Or less permanent." Damien offers. He's not sure whether to smile because the charming and cute drummer is single or be disappointed that no one saw how charming and attractive he was. Either way it might have been a suggestion, or interest, given that the Dogs had been brought here as company. There was nothing that said the company couldn't be enjoyable company that he might choose to keep and it was unlikely he would need to be on guard here like he would back home.

Damien leans in close, closer than he probably needs to, in order to see the picture. "Are you a mechanic?"

It seemed the obvious question with the wrench and the chains. Damien smiles and pulls up his shirt sleeve to show the symbol tattooed on his bicep. "This is the Diamond Dog symbol we all use."

Zack nodded and watched Jack get up to make some calls. He must be a busy guy to have all these Dogs and run his business. Not that the Brit wanted to delve too much into what the business was since he had a bit of an idea. It was just that he wasn't as worldly as some of his other band members.

"Yeah, I do like doing up my bike and others. Viktor taught me some of what I know since he's good at bikes too. Most of the other band members do bikes up. I just like to add a bit of paintwork too."

Looking at Damien's bicep, Zack smiled because he liked it that the Dogs had their own tattoo. It meant that they were a gang of sorts? That was the vibe that the drummer got anyway. Then, he had to ask the important question, slightly quieter than anticipated.

"Are you asking me out, mate? I mean----to be my boyfriend sort of thing?"

"We don't have many vehicles back home. Most of us use horses." Damien knew he wasn't supposed to say too much since he wasn't in his own world right now. However, there wasn't anything wrong with what he had said so far.

The question got a smile from the Dog as he leaned his elbow on the back of Zack's chair. "Do you want me to be asking you out?"

Now he's curious what the drummer is thinking. "If you are, well.. then maybe we can see if I'm boyfriend material."

"Horses? I've never ridden a horse before. I mean----I've got my bike but it must be different in control of an animal. Do you have one with a name that's yours?"

The drummer was curious about Damien's world as he became more and more interested in the Dog. Jack's world was a much different place than the world Zack came from and this made Zack curious. As for being asked out the Brit offered a shy smile through his long tresses of hair.

"Yes? I mean, I'd like to hang around and chill with you and the Dogs. But mainly you, yeah."

A pink blush tainted his cheeks.

"Most of us do. His name is Cyanide." Damien has a picture of the horse.

Damien can only smile at the blush on the drummer. He's damned cute and the Dog wouldn't mind spending more time with him.

"Jack says we're staying in the hotel for a few days. You can come to my room whenever you want." He wouldn't force the drummer but wanted him to know the door was open, for anything. He wouldn't mind simply doing something normal for once rather than constantly being on guard.

"Cyanide? As in the poison?"

Zack leaned in to look at the picture of the horse in more detail. He really was a magnificent beast and very handsome. The spots were certainly something as it caused the drummer to smile fondly. Imagine having a horse to ride everyday. He wanted to spend more time with Damien and get to know the man and it seemed he was a very interesting bloke indeed.

"I've not known any blokes with horses before. You're the first one. Oh---your room? Ah, thanks, mate. I'd love to. Want me to bring some booze or snacks if I do?"

Because Zack was into bringing food and drink to other people's rooms. Even if the booze was only light stuff like beer.

"Yes." Damien admitted with a laugh. It was a good name for the calm horse.

He liked the drummer leaning in and leaned in to until they were just touching while looking at the picture.

"Most of the Diamond Dogs have horses or we roller skate." The innocence of the drummer has Damien laughing and leaning in closer. "Bring whatever you want."

He just wanted to spend time with the musician, though he is definitely attractive and Damien wouldn't mind sharing more than a drink.

"I think it's a really cool name for a horse. I've never ridden before but I'd be up for a ride if you wanted to give me one."

Zack had no idea how much innuendo was in his words, as no doubt, Joe or Billy, would have picked out by now. Yet, they were busy with their own lovers, no doubt fucking each other's brains out. The drummer however, was much more of a laid-back and calmer kind of boy. He preferred to move slower when it came to relationships.

"Roller skates? I'd probably fall on my ass if I tried."

That got a small giggle out of the Brit who realised how close he was to Damien. The man was alluring and that hair? It was so beautiful, he just wanted to touch it. Yet, unlike the other band members, Zack was very shy and wanted to be polite to his new friend too.

"You've got nice hair, mate. Can I touch it?"

"I could bring him here if you wanted to try." Jack had mentioned bring things through to this world. Though, Damien is near laughing because he does pick up on the innuendo. It's hot and wonders if it is on purpose or just that much innocence.

"Most people do when they start." Damien had when he first put them on too.

"You don't have to ask." Damien winked at Zack, shaking his hair out so it all fell over against Zack's shoulder. "Can I touch yours too?"

Unlike Damien's pin straight hair, Zack's had a nice curl to it.

"You'd bring your horse here into New York? I'd like to see him and maybe have a go at sitting on him. That's if I don't fall and make myself into a complete fucking idiot."

Zack laughed softly and then nodded at Damien wanting to touch his long, curly hair. Not many boys asked him these sorts of things so he was more than a little awkward right now. Did the Diamond Dog like him as in really like him? That part got the drummer's heart beating a little faster.

"I usually brush it before I go out and before I go on stage. It tends to get wild when I'm banging my drums though."

It tended to fly everywhere when he was trying to keep up a good rhythm.

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