a catch-all for the young men of flashstep

[notahobby]

Who: the Flashstep boys, open to other Pride members and in some cases to all!
What: the day-to-day lives of Pride's only favourite boyband as well as some performances and events from the album release!
When: the week(s) after the gala! (10/06 - 10/17)
Where: Flashstep penthouse, Pride Records HQ, out and about!
Warnings: it's a boyband and Maxxie is a member - tobacco use in one prompt

The boys are busy with their album release. They're putting on performances, attending event, and are generally being carted around for the benefit of their fans. But they can't be working every minute of the day, can they?

[Prompts for each of the boys below!]

Comments

down time / morning / open to flashstep (and penthouse visitors)

[notahobby]

[Maxxie waltzes into the penthouse at a semi-reasonable time, still dressed in his party clothes and only looking a little worse for wear. He's only stopped by his room briefly before making a beeline for the kitchen where their chefs have prepared a huge buffet-style breakfast, consisting of bacon, eggs, pancakes, waffles... everything a teenage boy could dream of. The chefs have figured out pretty quickly that teenager sleep schedules necessitate a later start than others, so Maxxie arrives just when the last pancake is coming off the griddle and everything's still hot enough to eat.]

[He's far too cheerful when he sits down at the table with his food, grinning at whoever else is at the table. His coffee cup is steaming as he digs into the scrambled eggs exuberantly.]

Alright, then? Have a good sleep?

Re: down time / morning / open to flashstep (and penthouse visitors)

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie glances up from a plate filled with what to the untrained eye probably looks like a ludicrous amount of food for a person his size; his bandmates, however, know that this is pretty normal for him. He effortlessly bolts down a sausage link before answering, reaching for his glass of orange juice to wash it down.]

Pretty good. Looks like you had a late night, though.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie nods as he chews. His own plate is piled high as well, though it's only ever like this when he's been out the night before.]

Yeah, think I got about... [He pauses to do the math in his head.] four hours? Not too bad.

[mildwildchild]

[That elicits a frown over the rim of his juice glass, though it's less disapproval and more disbelief.]

"Not too bad"? How can you even function on that? I'm dead unless I get at least six.

[Not that any of them have been getting as much sleep as they'd probably like, lately, but the fact that Maxxie seems to be choosing to devote time he could spend sleeping to...other interests is, to Jamie, bewildering.]

[notahobby]

Coffee, mate.

[He holds up his mug to indicate the magical substance before he takes a sip. After a moment, he adds:]

And it's not like I do it every night. I make up for it.

[mildwildchild]

Yeah, but you do it a lot. Coffee's only gonna carry you so far.

[There's a pause as he devours a bite of waffle, looking contemplative.]

So what'd you do last night?

[notahobby]

[Maxxie shrugs.]

Had a few drinks, ended up out a club for a bit, came back here...

[He takes a large bite of toast, looking around thoughtfully. He's leaving out a few key highlights that Jamie really doesn't need to hear about.]

Fell asleep on the couch in one of the other penthouses. Kind of a standard night, really. Nothing too crazy.

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie suspects that he's getting the bowdlerized version of events. This does not unduly upset him.]

's good. Mr. Patil'd be pissed if you got into too much trouble while we've got an album to promote. [Jamie's just about as bad as a mini-Patil all on his own, though.]

You ready to get out there and look good today?

[notahobby]

[Maxxie gives him a wry smile, as if he knows what he's about to say is going to upset something in Jamie's heterosexual sensibilities and Maxxie's really going to enjoy watching it happen.]

Don't I always look good?

[mildwildchild]

Well, yeah. You've got that, y'know, something that the cameras really seem to like and -

[It takes him a moment to catch on, and when he does he pauses, giving Maxxie a vaguely confused, suspicious look that's probably hilarious.]

Wait, do you mean "good" or...good?

[...he says, with a suggestive eyebrow waggle.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie raises his eyebrows and thinks on this.]

Yeah, I'll go with both. Good and... good.

[He says it with a grin, and a touch of challenge.]

[mildwildchild]

[Jamie slowly works on a mouthful of egg, stalling. Maxxie why.]

Uhhhhmm. Well, I mean, if I were...gay, or a chick, I mean...yeah, I guessI'dsayyoulookgood.

[The last bit comes out in a rush and he looks hurriedly down into his plate, poking things around with his fork, as soon as he says it. This is not the kind of conversation he was expecting to have over breakfast.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie snorts and goes back to his meal.]

You should see the look on your face. You sure you're not gay?

[He says it as a joke - it's funny to rile up his band members into admitting certain guys are hot. It's not like it's embarrassing for him to admit when a woman's attractive, because he knows for sure it's not in that way. He's just trying to encourage them to be more secure with their heterosexuality.]

i decided this would be a better prompt

[punchesyu]

[One of the few days that he woke up a little earlier than usual, he strolls down half asleep to the table with his own food. The smell of the pancakes are waking him up a little, and he's in a relatively good mood despite the fact that he's up. It's not like he needed to be anywhere today. He takes a seat next to Maxxie, yawning, jamming his fork into some sausage links.]

My back is seriously killing me. I couldn't sleep for any longer-! I think I slept in a weird position or something...

[Despite his good mood, he'll still complain.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie snorts, taking a bite of his pancakes as he raises an eyebrow at Yosuke with a grin.]

You sound like an old man. Sure you're gonna be able to keep up with the dance steps during the performance tomorrow?

[punchesyu]

[He turns his mouth up at the jab, indignant.]

Duuuuuh, of course I'll be able to. I'm gunna dance circles around the rest of you! [He waves his fork, before taking a bite out of said sausage links.]

[notahobby]

Good luck with that one. We all know I'm the dance king of this group.

[He says it without one trace of sarcasm. Real humble, this one.]

[punchesyu]

Yeah, yeah, keep talking.

[He gives Maxxie a friendly jab, shoving more food in his mouth.]

We'll make it a contest. You and me, mano a mano.

[notahobby]

You don't want to go there.

[He shakes his head with a grin as he picks through his breakfast a little more.]

Just settin' yourself up for failure.

[punchesyu]

[He grins back at Maxxie. Either way they go around this, they'd both benefit in the end. But Yosuke, he does want to do better, regardless. But he's not a sore loser if he loses.]

It's on. B can be the judge. Loser's gotta treat all of us to a nice dinner.

[notahobby]

Better start saving then.

[He grins at Yosuke as he chews on his scrambled eggs.]

[punchesyu]

You're on. [Good. Now might be a better time to bring it up, because he still feels guilty.]

Hey, Maxxie, about the Gala...you're not still mad at me about that, are you?

[He does look genuinely apologetic, because he is.]

[notahobby]

[Maxxie looks down at his food, smile fading. He sighs.]

It's fine, dude, you just... you have to stop saying shit like that, you know?

[punchesyu]

Yeah, I know. [He scratches the back of his head, fluffing the back of his hair up a little.]

Sometimes my mouth says stuff that I don't mean to say. I'll try to cut it out.

[His fist raises, for a fistbump.]

We're still bros though! No matter what.

[notahobby]

[Maxxie raises an eyebrow at Yosuke's hand, and then he returns the fist bump with a sigh.]

Yeah. Bros.