Time to Be Seen

[ziggyplayedguitar]

It was almost time for something that had started, or been planned, long ago. Now they were here, the morning after the London show and the Anthean was standing on the mezinine, in the hotel, that overlooked the dining room. The bands were filtering in to find friends, bandmates, and lovers. The scene was rowdy, unpredictable, chaotic. Ziggy watched, leaning on the railing, and felt deep down that this is what he was meant to do. One of the messages that he had set out to send was the need for putting aside differences, crossing cultures and boundries. He knew that was needed to save humanity, to save the Earth.

He smiled guessing at the number of music generas now on the tour. 5? Glam rock, glam metal, punk. thrash, Glam..folk... what the hell genera were the Hammers, anyway? Ziggy suddenly realized he didn't know and no one had really ever defined them either. Maybe turning from labels was the point of it all. Seven countries represented the people below and, if he could be honest, two planets. That part had to remain quiet but seven countries was a hell of a lot.

All of his thoughts about grand ideas and prophecies easily became overshadowed by what he saw. Near thirty of them now, people who felt as outsiders, people who were lost, grieving, broken, hurting, traumatized... lonely... brought together into a family. One insane, gigantic family that had him laughing as he heard the morning scream of Aarne who never greeted anyone at less than his full vocal capacity. This had started with six; the Spiders, Robert and Ziggy's father. They weren't yet close, Mick bolting, and everything disjointed. Three years ago.

Ziggy's mind drifted, two years left. They had two years to save the world, to save it from the horrors that Jack and Damien lived because Ziggy knew that was one of the possible futures, one of the possible outcomes. Thomas had finally divulged that detail to him months ago. None of them knew, or well most of them didn't know, they were the saviors of this Earth, or trying to be. Maybe in their hearts they did know and he doubted them because it was subconcious, a natural drive. Was that what he had picked up on when he put these bands in proximity to each other? A drive to tell everyone and everything to fuck off and show the world a better way?

Ziggy had a lot of questions on his mind, but not a lot of answers. Life worked that way. Rekker had once told him that; “Hindsight is the only place with answers. If you were looking toward the future it should be like you are deep in a fog and fumbling toward the sound of your goals. Never knowing what was going to come out of it, no clue what you would stumble into. If you knew exactly how the future was going to go then you weren't risking anything at all. You weren't doing anything new.” Those words had been the older singer's advice to Ziggy when he started with his first band. Even with two prophetic aliens running with this crew the future was unknown. How true the Brit's words were now that they were kicking around in Ziggy's head with years of hindsight to give them meaning. For Ziggy, and the Brit himself.

Over all his thoughts was a layer of emotions and language from below. His Anthean senses picking up on it even if he was barely paying attention to the concrete world, lost in an internal dialogue. There was love below, a whole room full of it now that they had taken over the hotel's entire dining hall between the bands and the crew that were staying at the same place. The Anthean couldn't even tell them all how this one act protected him from the hostile environment of humanity. The environment that had nearly driven Thomas insane when he was trapped in it alone, lesson learned. He rolled his eyes at the older Anthean sitting beside his father, suspicious that he knew.

Thomas told Ziggy he needed to encourage the most hidden he encountered to be themselves and to love without reservation. The singer had thought that was a grand word of prophecy from the Anthean who was more in-tune with his abilities. Ziggy doubted it now. Hindsight, Rekker's heavy London accent intruded in his thoughts while the Anthean's eyes focused on Gilly. He was the one that started this. One diner conversation where Ziggy pulled him aside and told him to go to Hunter. A string of events rippled out from that moment which drew in each of the others one at a time. Stepping back from that moment with Gllly was Mick and his courage to finally say enough hiding. Ziggy was trying to weave a line of threads between people. He and Mick, to Gilly, to Gilly's older brother, the Hell's Angel's, Hunter, The Hammers, Hunter to Erik, to Robert, to Rekker and Hexed, to Bjorn and Blixt to Hans, and Ollie.. and back to Rik in the Hammers, twice there, to Billy to Viktor and Vars and across to Dee and Ulrik and on and on stitching back and around though the heart of the bands.. then he had to backpedal.. somewhere in there existed Jack to Zack to Damien and himself to Gloria and Weird. The spider web of connections.

Ziggy froze and then laughed thinking of Newton when the young Anthean had his heart set on his band being known as the Spiders. Newton had this knowing little smirk the entire time he sat quietly in that café while Ziggy prattled on with glorious intentions and optimism. It was before his father had met Newton, before the first band, long before this. The Spiders were a web, or created one anyway, that culminated in this. Thomas knew. And Ziggy laughed at the idea that his people thought he was the prophetic one.

The Anthean finally pulled himself away from his thoughts when he saw Mick staring up at him with love. He waved and moved toward the steps that lead below. They all needed to get food and get it together. This evening was to be an interview for the ages. He wondered if the silent Anthean, Thomas, had an inkling of what was about to happen. The more he thought about it the more the answer to that question was a resounding yes.

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[ziggyplayedguitar]

"Maybe. I think it will be easier on the families where the kids were open in the public before." He was thinking about Aarne but then there were some without families. There were a lot of people to keep track of but maybe Joe and Viktor's family too. He wondered about Viktor's father and paused to send his dad a quick text. Prisons were hard enough without this making it worse.

Ziggy kissed Mick's cheek as his nerves wound up. "Mick, there won't be any venue security for awhile, just ours. You don't have to worry." Ziggy rubbed Mick's shoulder to help him relax. Things would work out, hopefully. Ziggy was hopeful.

[guitar_voodoo]

"I know, love it's more me being a daft worrier that's what."

Mick drew on his smoke and then sighed, exhaling above both their heads. The interview had to happen and this was the time. Surely, it would be just as hard on the likes of Gilly and Viktor, just as it was on Mick. Everyone had their own stories and traumas behind their pasts.

"I love you."

Just as the blond was about to kiss Ziggy on the lips a shrill voice punctured the air just on the other side of the breakfast table. Lars had his hands on his hips and he looked pissed; his hair was in a state and he was obviously upset about something. Oh god. Mick just stared wondering what the fuck was going on.

"Someone's stolen my hairspray!"

[ziggyplayedguitar]

"It's ok to worry but we're not in this alone."

Ziggy leaned in and was thinking about the other musicians to make sure everyone's family's would be safe. He mused momentarily while staring at Rik if there was some way to make it worse for his family but nothing came to mind.

"I love you too." Ziggy's words trailed off at the yelling.

Rekker was just staring at Lars wondering if he was blaming Bjorn who hadn't even came down yet. He was going to take hours probably, until every hair was in the right place. Thankfully the Danes, always up early, were about and Torden came up behind Lars, tickling his side.

"Why don't you borrow some?" Torden asked. Most of the whole lot here used it. There had to be a hundred cans of hairspray in the hotel rooms.

[terte_trommeslager]

"I could but I want mine back! Which bitch stole it?"

Lars just tarting in front of everyone at the breakfast table. While some looked up, others just giggled and began pointing randomly at people. Who the fuck knew who stole the tart's hairspray. Mick just rolled his eyes and shook his head at the Norwegian tart. He was so much like Gilly!

"Bloody hell, love. That tart is just like a Scandi Gilly. I wonder if he listens to people having sex through walls too."

Mick just snorting out with laughter until Joe started climbing up onto the breakfast table in his heeled boots. Oh fuck----what now? The bassist shoving his hands on his hips and then giggling.

"You can borrow some of mine, honey. No need to get your hoe panties in a twist."

Joe then waving his ass towards Lars before hopping back down off the table and landing next to Aarne in his seat. Never a dull moment and this was before the interview had even started!

[suomi_thunder]

"We all have our own." Aarne yelled back because he wasn't up for this nonsense today. This should be a fun day. They were going to fuck with the whole world. "Did you leave it in your boyfriend's room?"

Aarne glanced at Torden who started to laugh. It was possible that he had. When was the last time Lars stayed with him? Torden wasn't sure if he left it or not.



Ziggy was watching it all and then leaned into Mick whispering. "He's sleeping with the Dane and chasing after Hexed's drummer. I don't think he has time to listen to anyone." On one hand they didn't need to argue among themselves but the high energy would be good for the interview later.

[guitar_voodoo]

Lars huffed then shot a look at Torden instantly blushing and not being angry at all because how could he when he had a hot boyfriend now? Or whatever they were together. The Norwegian gently kissed the Dane's cheek and giggled girlishly. Mick just stared. He really was like Gilly.

"I think that Norwegian's got it bad for that Dane you know. He's sleeping with him and chasing after another bloke? Fucking greedy bitch."

Mick just smirking and wondering how the tarty drummer could sleep with one man and lust after another. Maybe he was an attention whore or just a whore in general. It was sort of amusing though. Joe now grabbing onto Aarne to kiss him on the lips giving the Fin a hair tug. It would soon get rowdy as more of the band members started arriving in the breakfast room.

"No sign of the punks yet. Maybe they slept in late after smashing up their room again."

[tordenvejr]

Torden gave him a hug and a bit of a tug to get Lars to sit beside him or in his lap, either way.

"I can do your hair after breakfast." Torden was a natural peacekeeper and this might get the Norwegian's mind off the lost hairspray.

Ziggy laughed at Mick's comment. "Are you saying I'm a greedy bitch then?"

It was true that Ziggy had more than one partner. "I do, why shouldn't he have more than one if he wants and they all agree?"

Aarne gave Joe a kiss and then started feeding both himself and Joe grapes.

"I saw Vars earlier. He came down for some coffee." Ziggy glanced around. "Viktor might be hungover?"

[guitar_voodoo]

Lars squeaked a little at the tug and ended up sitting directly on Torden's lap just because he could. Also, everyone at the table would see the tarty drummer sat on the hairy Dane's lap.

"Oh? I'd like that."

Mick just turning his attention back to Ziggy after noticing Lars and his new boyfriend. The blond took a sip of his tea and nodded. It wasn't much different to how Ziggy had his partners was it? If it worked for Torden then it could work for how Lars wanted his two different men. Mick was never one for sharing but he'd gotten used to how Ziggy loved and accepted it.

"I suppose you're right, love. I keep forgetting because I'm daft and in love with you. You're my rock and roll bitch."

The guitarist pressed a kiss to Ziggy's cheek and giggled softly somewhat. There was a loud giggle over across the table when Joe began eating grapes. They were feeding each other. Of course. It was cute.

"Oh yeah? Maybe Viktor is shit faced hungover after getting his ass kicked by the Mule."

[tordenvejr]

Torden wrapped his arm around Lars' waist and nuzzled him a little before going back to eating. "Maybe Mikki will let us use his shimmer spray?"

He's glad to see the drummer has calmed down.

Ziggy leaned into Mick and smiled. "You're perfect. If it works for the people involved why not love as many people as possible and spread the joy." He returned the kiss and worked on his own food while watching Aarne and Joe. They were so happy. Ziggy felt it every time he saw them, almost overwhelmingly happy. Aarne kissing Joe's cheek.

"None of you have learned to pass on the mule." Ziggy giggled because Mick had been there more than once in the morning. It was sweet to think of the Norwegian punk taking care of his partner. They were both so aggressive but Ziggy knew they had to be sweet sometimes when no one was looking.

[terte_trommeslager]

Lars made a pleased noise in the back of his throat when he felt Torden wrap his arm around his waist. Oh, that felt good and tickled a little. It didn't take much because the drummer was ticklish most places on his body.

"Shimmer spray? You have this? This sounds like a nice idea. Torden am I---your boyfriend now? Or one of them?"

The Norwegian suddenly became shy because he just wanted to hear the words come out of the Dane's mouth. The fuck they had that night it really meant something to Lars who couldn't help but dream about the hairy Dane. Devon was there too but Torden---he was sleeping with him right now. He kissed Torden's cheek and giggled girlishly.

Mick nodded, just listening to Ziggy's words. The Anthean had a point and it caused the blond to blush a little and slide a hand up the singer's thigh slightly. Nothing wrong with a bit of playfulness at the breakfast table.

"The fucking mule, mate. Gets me every time. I bet poor Viktor is feeling sick as a dog this morning too. Poor bugger."

[tordenvejr]

"Mikkel does for the stage." The question almost had the Dane choke on his juice but he managed to recover quickly. It wasn't a bad question just one he wasn't expecting given Lars' interest in Devon. He thought he was just a bit of fun in between. It's a pleasant surprise though. "Do you want to be?"

He's far more open than others so he often left the question of dating to the other person's decision. Torden turned that cheek kiss to a full on, deep lip lock to let the Norwegian know he wasn't disinterested. Ansgar starts laughing at the end of the table. "OH! Torden found a prettier boy than him."

Ziggy smiled and kissed Mick up under the ear for that wandering hand on his thigh. Everyone was being playful this morning. The bonding would probably be important later in the day when the interview stressed them all.

"Vars is a pacer. I've drank with him all night and he can still walk himself to bed. Viktor's seems more of a chugger." Ziggy shook his head and leaned there on Mick picking at food. "I bet Vars babies him.. like I do you when you're a mess in the morning."

[guitar_voodoo]

Lars erupted into a loud giggle and put his hand over his mouth because this was a cute moment for him. Was Torden asking to be his boyfriend? Or insinuating the fact that they might be a couple? The drummer blushed a pink hue and then kissed Torden's cheek, touching his hair softly with his fingertips. The lip lock got a squeak from the Norwegian, who held the hairy Dane close before breaking off, slightly breathless.

"I---I'd like to be, yes."

Everyone could see just how much the tart loved the hairy Dane and it didn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out. Mick just smiled knowingly as he shivered slightly at Ziggy's kiss up under his ear. Oh, how he loved it.

"Vars is a good bloke and can take his drink more than most. Slow and steady wins the race, eh mate? Viktor though? Yeah, definitely a chugger. Maybe he does it as a show of bravado. I don't mean to be a pain in the bloody backside with my hangovers, love. Thanks for putting up with me though."

Mick leaned close so that only Ziggy could hear.

"I'm only human."

The blond then nibbled at Ziggy's ear before getting back to his breakfast with a cheeky grin plastered over his face.

[tordenvejr]

Torden loved how girlish and giggly Lars could get. It was very different than his other partners who were more masculine, though not as much as Torden was physically. "You can be my lucky number three."

Torden nuzzle into the Norwegian's neck with his soft scruff and intent on tickling the drummer more. The Danish model was known for working hard to help those around him be happy.

"Vars holds himself to strict principles." Ziggy had noticed that about the older Norwegian but it wasn't a bad thing to have a steady and strong moral compass. "I think you're right about Viktor and thinking he needs to show off constantly."

Ziggy giggled at Mick's comment before leaning his head on the guitarists shoulder. "The women in my family have a soft spot for huma men."

Which was true even if it was a sample size of two. Ziggy is watching the others and the closeness. They would all need it to survive this interview.

[guitar_voodoo]

"Lucky number three? Oh----I'd love to be. I'm your third boyfriend then?"

The Norwegian began laughing more as he felt that rough scruff tickle his neck. Oh, he loved that! He pulled in the Dane for a heated kiss, not caring who saw them at the breakfast table. He loved Torden and that was all their was to it. A passionate night had caused the drummer's heart to light on fire. Mick gently stroked Ziggy's hair as he watched the tart with his Dane.

"Yeah, he does like to show off a lot. You can't blame the bloke though from what Vars has told me about his shithead parents throwing him out at a young age."

Mick kissing Ziggy's knuckles softly as he couldn't help but smile coyly at the singer's words. Human men. It seemed he was right about that.

"Human men? Yeah. Also, daft sods like me. Tonight will be a night never to forget, mate. When the questions start flying."

[tordenvejr]

Torden pulled Lars in close while stroking his side down near the hips and waist. "Du kan være min søde, smukke, unge mand."

He didn't think the Norwegian knew Danish but the point was to speak low, flirty, and use his accent to his advantage. Torden loved to flirt with his partners and if Lars wanted to be one of them, then he would get it too.

"No, but I think Vars is helping him cool down." Ziggy had noticed the simmering down of the other punk's temper though he didn't know why. Acceptance, love, just getting it fucked out of him, who knew but Viktor felt happier in his presence which the Anthean thought was a good thing. Ziggy giggled.

"I'm going to have to prepare myself for all your emotions." He squeezed Mick's hand while watching some of the other musicians go back upstairs, no doubt to shower and get ready for the interview. The time was approaching in a hurry.

[guitar_voodoo]

The Norwegian just blushed and giggled. He couldn't help it because he was loving how Torden was treating him since it felt so nice to be loved. The Dane was much more caring and loving than any of his past lovers.

"Vars is a tough bastard and probably one to stand up to Viktor when he's a wrecking ball. That and Rekker. He could put someone in their place too. As long as he's happy, mate, eh?"

Mick squeezing Ziggy's hand in kind just feeling butterflies in his gut at the upcoming interview in a few hours. Fuck. This was it.

"I love you. We'll get through this and show the world."

[thisisgroundcontrol]

"There are so many that are happy, including me." Ziggy leaned into Mick while they finished breakfast. Then slowly they all made their way back to their rooms to clean up and, no doubt, dress up. Everyone understood the weight of what this interview could mean.

Robert was down front a few hours later, waiting and preparing. With so many now on the tour, and in the entourage, his trusted red limo was put away in exchange for a large sleeper tour bus. Like the limo, it sported red leather in the interior, red carpet with gold, silver and black. It was still Ziggy's interior even if the outside simply looked like a large motorcoach. There were two front seats, Robert and Tom often there, though various band members took to the front for a visit or to take over driving. Thankfully, a few others; Damien, Ollie, Rekker, Devon, and Vars... and who knew who else, could drive the bus... legally. Robert was grateful for this part of the tour entourage expanding.

Behind this was a living room area, two long couches facing each other, TV, stereo system and overhead storage, though right now everything was in the hotel rooms. A U-shaped couch that could easily seat 6 or 8, or even more with how many insisted on sitting in each other's laps, faced this area and had a pull down table to turn it into a restaurant booth. Though there wasn't a cooking surface, there was a fridge, bar and sink. Beyond the living area there was a more private area. A small shower which Robert heard never ending complaints about. For the few over six foot and the large Norwegian the space was kind of cramped. Others complained that it was only big enough for one person and lovers couldn't shower together. He brushed them off. They could all live for a day without until they got to the next hotel. The back was a series of 12 bunks with curtains, these he had ensured were spacious enough, wide enough, to accommodate two. While he could brush off the shower, not being able to sleep together would have raised HELL to an extent Robert, nor Tom, wanted to deal with. Beyond the beds, along the back was a quiet area, almost like a window seat that ran along the back window of the bus. There was storage here too under and over as well as hook ups. While awake, some took to the back to practice or collaborate on instruments.

All in all, this was ideal though with nearly 40 people piled into the bus, quarters were close and when everyone was awake, very loud. After the first few days the musicians all seemed to settle in and fins some sort of self directed bus etiquette that evolved naturally.

Today, none of this mattered because the bus was only serving as a ferry to get them all to the interview. Hexed was always the first down with Bjorn and Ulrik in tow. The old veterans of the road were punctual and sometimes took their younger tour mates to task for being late or too rowdy on the bus. After the others began filtering in. Tom would be last out and have a head count to make sure everyone was on the bus. He then headed out with Thomas to attend to their part of this madness. Thomas might be a recluse but Robert could respect his odd sense of humor that often revolved around annoying and startling others.

He could only laugh at some of the outfits. No one was going to be ready for the short kimono, all the hot pants and tight leather... and especially not the amount of gender and sexuality bending that was going to be on display, flaunted probably. Shaking his head Robert went inside to take a second account of everyone. Once he ensured everyone was on board then they could head out to the studio.

[guitar_voodoo]

Mick wasn't expecting such a luxurious coach for all the bands to travel to the interview in. Of course Robert and Tom had picked a sleeper and one big enough to accommodate how many people now? Nearly forty it had to be. Six bands and then the one not in the band and there was security. The guitarist had his baby stowed away in it's case slung over his shoulder as he made his way with everyone else towards the huge coach.

The blond could hear loud giggling behind him just as he was about to step onto the coach steps. Joe. It had to be as he was now screaming loudly about wanting to fuck in all the beds on the coach. Of course he did.

"Fuck! Look at the size of that thing! We could fuck in all the beds before we arrive at the studio, Peachy! Let's get smashed. Is there a mini-bar? I fucking hope so!"

Barrelling past Mick, Joe laughed as he ran up the coach steps and tore inside the bus. Oh god. Tom would blow a gasket if Joe fucked about in the sleeper bus surely. Lars was behind holding Torden's hand, blowing kisses towards the hairy Dane. Mick just smirking as he got onto the coach finally, loving how luxurious it was. A bigger version of the limo really.

"Bloody hell, this it's---massive and fit for a king. You've really done it this time, lads."

Mick turning towards Ziggy and wondering where Tom and Robert were. Viktor was then climbing up the steps swigging from a bottle of vodka, enjoying the scenery as he was more interested in checking out the mini bar. Next Erik, Hunter and Gilly. The tart squealing loudly when Hunter slapped his ass halfway up the coach steps. Of course. Erik then pulled Gilly's hair and that earnt a slap over his head by his older brother. Chaos. Utter chaos already.

Zack, Ulrik and Weird the more subdued members of the chaotic rabble found their seats and were marvelling at the interior of the vehicle. It really was fit for a rockstar.

[suomi_thunder]

Tom and Robert had decided this would be the most effective way to keep everyone together and happy, rahter than multiple cars. It would be more chaotic but also more contained.

Aarne heard Joe and screamed from inside. He was in the long seat at the back staring out the window. He might just steal this as the place to sleep since he liked windows. "We have all tour."

Aarne came up and dragged Joe over to the little kitchenette which had a full bar stored under the sink area. Tom fully expected to have to hear sex which was why the front cabin area had a wall that could be pulled closed to block out sound and chaos if they wanted to. The two older men understood that sex was one of the less damaging ways the mass of rowdy rockstars could burn off energy. With so few interested in groupies a lot of the mess attached to sex wasn't an issue.

Torden tickled Lars as the younger drummer took the steps in front of him. He was interested in seeing what a band bus was like since models usually traveled solo on regular planes and trains.

Rekker shrugged from where he was sitting up front talking to his brother. "This is an average tour bus when you get money." Not that he meant the bands didn't have money but you need quite a bit to buy a bus like this and enough shows to make it worthwhile. Ziggy had taken a seat inside to relax and try to stay calm. He could sense Damien up on top of the bus. The watchful Dog had climbed up there because of his instinct from all the time in Hunger City. Damien still on edge after hearing what happened to Erik.

Aside from Torden, the Danes came out together, perhaps with their partners, no doubt at least Billy and Sigurd tagging along. Dee and Vars were talking quietly, the Norwegian still relying on his cane and slower than he'd like even if the therapy was helping things along.

[helland_damnation]

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.

[suomi_thunder]

"I'll bite it!" Aarne threatened while rummaging through the bottles tucked away. He came up with a bottle of whiskey and leaned into that arm around him. "Let's go sit in the back."

Aarne really loved the seating a long the back of the bus. Ziggy was watching the people file passed and helping Robert keep count. It looked like everyone was in, except Damien on the roof still. He could only giggle at Mick, stroking his leg as he sat down beside him. "We can sneak into a bunk later."

Ziggy winked at him because surely all of them would eventually be in bed with partners in this thing. It was inevitable, especially on the longer overnight drives. Damien watched Zack go inside and gracefully climbed down into the stairwell of the bus, right behind the drummer. Silent before grabbing him around the waist. Damien thought Zack was the last of them but a second count might be worthwhile. Vars and Dee came up behind him and inside. Surely this was everyone.

[guitar_voodoo]

"Bite me, babe! I'll bend over nicely for you while the cameras roll and get my fucking mooning ass in the shot!"

Joe just laughed and then grabbed a few more bottles of whiskey for himself and Aarne, moving to the back with his Fin hoping to get comfy and trashed. This bus was perfect. Beds, booze and chaos! Mick enjoyed the stroking of his leg as he leaned into Ziggy, gently caressing the Anthean's face with his knuckles.

"I'd love to sneak into a bunk with you later, love. Just like on the train I want your pussy."

The blond guitarist then noticed everyone had finished filing onto the bus, most of whom had sat down with their respective partners or band mates. This would be a fucking hilarious adventure for sure.

[suomi_thunder]

Aarne leaned over and bit Joe's neck. He did ask for it after all. He's excited to go in the back and lounge around drunkenly with Joe. He'll stretch out right on top of Joe if the Brit lays down.

"We're going to have to beat everyone else." Ziggy giggled as he looked around the room. "You're not the only one with that idea." Ziggy could feel it all over the room but he didn't mind. This was healthy as far as the Anthean was concerned. All of these people in love with each other and wanting to share pleasure, of whatever sort they might crave.

Once Damien secured the door Robert pulled away to get them all to the studio where the interview would take place. He couldn't help but feel like he was driving a circus, a very loud, crazy and destructive circus to someone else's doorstep.

[guitar_voodoo]

Joe let out a pleased scream and then pulled some of Aarne's hair, laughing as they retired to the back of the bus. The Brit could lay down so the Fin could lay on him if he wanted. It sounded perfect.

"You're probably right about that, love. There aren't enough bunks for everyone to be in them at the same time so we'll have to time it right. Reserved bunks maybe."

Mick grinned and then kissed Ziggy's neck softly, enjoying how this would be similar to their time on the train. Except with other rock stars and ever more craziness than groupies screaming and chasing them. Zack watched Damien secure the door and then felt the bus pull away as the entourage began their way towards the interview. Erik wondering if there was enough room for him to sit next to Robert if Damien wasn't already.

"Is there room next to Sötnos at all?"

The dark-haired Swede popping his head around slightly.

[ziggyplayedguitar]

Aarne wanted Joe to lay down so he could lay on top of him and pour booze into his mouth in between kisses. It was the perfect way to get wound up before this interview.

"12, doubled up that is most of us, but not everyone." Ziggy figured the night owls would be out here, plus the driver and whomever was keeping them company. It was a reasonable set up for being on the road.

Damien went to join Zack because he could already see Erik heading up to sit with Robert. Damien would take his own turn at wheel later on and was going to enjoy the back's more comfortable seats. It would take about 30 minutes, at least, to drive to the studio.