Thread: One time, at Band camp. . . (Candira x Atom)

The show had been great. The fans were wild, and even though the venue was a tiny, hole in the wall bar, it was a packed house. However, there seemed to be far more guys in the bar then girls, which was almost disheartening for the men in the group. They were both skilled and some would almost consider them brothers, but they were far from it. One played Bass, the other guitar, standing on opposite ends of the stage trying the play what little women were in the crowd. The first man, and guitarist went by the name of Thomas Franklin. He had been playing guitar since he could remember. He was the ripe age of 22 years old, and he had no interest in anything but the band's music. At least right now. To be honest, part of the fact that he wasn't interested romantically with anyone at the moment was probably because Thomas and the band's singer had quite a long relationship before and during the band's conception and the early part of the tour, however, the two ended on quite a sour note. No pun intended. The details of the relationship were yet to be seen, and it absolutley killed Thomas that the two were even touring together. He wanted nothing to do with her, or her friends, which happened to be the other band mates. The reason why he was even here were was because of the contract that he had signed at the beginning of the tour. He stood outside the bar puffing on his cigarette, thinking about how well he had played and how the venue was. The sound was shitty, the crowd was shitty, fuck, even the bus they were touring in was some shitty hammy down bus that they overpaid for. Thomas Franklin was not a happy man. All of their gear and instruments were loaded on the bus, ready to go to the next city, the next crappy venue for the next show. The one thing that was going Thomas's way was the fact that the bartender offered the entire band free drinks for the rest of the night. He had lost count of how many bro-ey bros and sluts that he had turned down an autograph for. What was the point? There was no need to waste the effort. Throwing back a shot of whiskey, he motioned for the bartender to pour him another one. --- The bassist, who was still cool with everyone, or so he thought, was born Ryan DeMeco. He was a much more mellow fellow. Instead of sulking about relationships in the past and decisions others had made that was out of his hands, Ryan was in the middle of the small dance floor, bumping and grinding with one of the girls who had even thrown her panties on stage. She was the only one She wasn't great looking, but she wasn't bad. Perhaps with a few more drinks, she would become fuckable. A more laid back fellow, the man moved towards the bar and tried to exchange small talk with the guitarist who just brushed him off and fired back another shot. Well shit man, when you decide to liven up come find us in the dance floor. He said to the guitarist as he took yet another shot. The bassist got his fruity drink with lots of booze in it and was very pleased thank you very much. None of the songs they played were very bass heavy. At least at this point. It was very easy to just play the same couple of chords over and over again. He wasn't sure how much they were getting paid for this tour, all he knew was that they were going to get paid when it was all said and done and the tour still had three or four months left. Back to the dance floor he scanned the area for the girls in the band, he would like to dance with someone else that just the girl that was heavily grinding on his junk. Thomas - Ryan -