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

The bassist was happy to join his band mates fun. Trudging across the dance floor, his 6 foot even frame making his way across. He had to move from bumping into people and not spilling his drink, but finally he made his way over. At least everyone else was a close nit group. Everyone except for Tom. Quite frankly, Tom was starting to piss Ryan off, and he was sure the feelings were mutual with the rest of the band members. It wasn't as though this was some new phase that Tom was in, this fucking little bitch fit he was having was spoiling the whole mood of this tour. The band was supposed to be fun, not like this. He was being a really big buzz kill. Sighing as he found a place behind Roxxi, his hands moved to her hips. Awesome job tonight chica. He said with a laugh. Another song kicked up, a fast paced hip-hop song, something that was easy to dance to. Looking towards Sophia he wondered how she would fare, he was dancing with Roxxi, V was dancing with some guy, and Tom. . . Well, Tom was just sulking like a little girl. He knew Tom enjoyed the relationship, but now he was just bitter at everyone else having fun. He pushed the guitarist out of his head and pulled Roxxi closer into him. He had always had a thing for little Roxxi, but he never had a chance to express it. Even then, looking at Tom and V, he didn't want to become like that with Roxxi, he loved talking with her. Finishing off his drink, he just held an empty glass as they danced the night away. ----- The man was at the point where the bartender thought about cutting him off. There was a row of empty shot glasses in front of him. His 6'2 frame slumped over a beer bottle, he decided he needed some fresh air. He had seen V and that douchebag that she was dancing with, and stumbled his way out of the bar. Pulling out another cigarette, he lit it up and just plopped down, resting his back against the wheel of the bus. Letting out a heavy sigh, he considered just going to bed right then and there. Let the others have their fun. He wasn't happy about how he was acting, but it was just something that happened. Sure, he had a few alcoholic tendencies, and sure, he had a little bit of an anger problem, but who didn't nowadays? As the manager made his way out of the bus, he looked down at Tom. Christ man. He said as he just popped a squat next to him. Pulling out a cigarette of his own, Morty just looked at the guitarist. It's not that big of a deal man. Just let it go. He said trying to get the guitarist out of a little rut. Morty had short, jet black hair. He was a little on the short end, even shorter than some of the ladies, and he was kind of chubby. He was in his mid 40s, happily married with a kid who was just starting the third grade. Well, it should be mentioned that he was divorced, and his ex had custody. The man received a phone call so he just let the guitarist sulk. He wasn't impressing anybody and everyone was done feeling sorry for him. He talked loudly on the phone, probably to one of the owner's where they had a gig coming up. Hanging up the phone quickly he smiled. Looking down at Tom, he just shook his head and sauntered into the club, trying to tell the band about the great news he had just received.