Joe practically jumped onto the seat next to Aarne before he was being dragged over to the kitchenette where all the booze was kept. It was fucking fantastic! Tom and Robert had thought of everything! The Brit giggled and then squeezed the Fin's ass, wondering how the interview would play out.
"I'm wondering when I should bend over and moon the fucking cameras, babe. It has to happen."
The bassist now sliding his arms around Aarne, kissing the taller drummer and enjoying the whole experience of travelling inside a luxury touring coach with his Peachy. Mick just noticed the two at the bar area already with a smirk as he came to sit down beside Ziggy hopefully trying to relax.
"Are you ok, love? This reminds me of when I walked into my bunk and you were already there hiding from screaming groupies. I never wanted to leave that compartment."
Mick just musing as he kissed Ziggy on the cheek, watching more and more band members file onto the large coach. The Harlots were now boarding with Ivar carrying what looked like some of his gut rot bottles. Oh god. How many of the tour group would get smashed on that?
Zack the quiet one was now gazing upwards because he had spotted Damien on the top of the bus before climbing inside. Was the Dog guarding everyone in case of ambush by scumbag press or media? Maybe. That or assholes who would seek to hurt any of the band members. Fuck them. He loved the Dog and even though he hated violence he loved Damien for what he did.
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Date: 2022-04-04 08:44 pm (UTC)"I'm wondering when I should bend over and moon the fucking cameras, babe. It has to happen."
The bassist now sliding his arms around Aarne, kissing the taller drummer and enjoying the whole experience of travelling inside a luxury touring coach with his Peachy. Mick just noticed the two at the bar area already with a smirk as he came to sit down beside Ziggy hopefully trying to relax.
"Are you ok, love? This reminds me of when I walked into my bunk and you were already there hiding from screaming groupies. I never wanted to leave that compartment."
Mick just musing as he kissed Ziggy on the cheek, watching more and more band members file onto the large coach. The Harlots were now boarding with Ivar carrying what looked like some of his gut rot bottles. Oh god. How many of the tour group would get smashed on that?
Zack the quiet one was now gazing upwards because he had spotted Damien on the top of the bus before climbing inside. Was the Dog guarding everyone in case of ambush by scumbag press or media? Maybe. That or assholes who would seek to hurt any of the band members. Fuck them. He loved the Dog and even though he hated violence he loved Damien for what he did.