Punk is not dead

[variaboss]

Who: Xanxus, Sabo and YOU
What: Sabo insulted punk, so now they're haivng a little music battle
When: 3 Feb
Where: Club VorTeQ
Warnings: Xanxus warnings apply, more as added.


It's time. The infamous little punk club is filled to the brim with curious fans. Ever since that little twit-fit, the club has been really playing up the upcoming battle between Sabo and Xanxus. There are posters and special drinks, themed for each musician.

The stage is set up for the two, with everything they need. The bar is active and the club is hopping. While this isn't a legitimate contest like the Song Contest, there's something more on the line here. The pride of punk music.

[ooc: open prompts below or make up your own]

Comments

[inversekeyblade]

A hint? Someone like that deserves a lot more. In fact, they warrant more than just a teenager gawking like he is. Roxas doesn't know her personally, so for him it's okay by his crazy logic to demand more than that, but if question is raised anyone else better pay heed and respect what is owed.

"Wow.. she's something else, huh? I hope someone's taking care of someone like her." And by that, he means she looks special and deserving of having someone giving her all that she had wanted and then some. Though.. in the limited confines of his teenage mind, it may not come off like that or even be remotely close.

[psyvampexperiment]

"She is: a lovely flower, and yet a flower that can hold its own, as it were," Sariel replies. "We in the band all keep an eye on her, not because she needs it, but because deserves it, commands it, even." He says this with a more clearly defined pride, almost like a courtier speaking of his queen.

[inversekeyblade]

He's picking up on that. "That's cool." And completely different from his own band dynamics. Oh well, can't have everything in one go.

"Who else do you play with?" Maybe he has more pictures! And.. drink done.

[psyvampexperiment]

"Mmmm! we've a youngster with a deep fondness for cats and a dark young lady who fits the whole goth persona to a tee, even playing a bit of a werewolf angle," he says. "Alas, I haven't any good photos of them, not just yet, at least."

[inversekeyblade]

Something tells him that he'll live without photos of these people. Besides.. the cats thing sounds familiar. Didn't he see a feed on social media about someone with an excessive amount of cats in their apartment? ..probably.

"You got a nice mix there.. I think I'm surrounded by angry and angrier." Sigh. "No wonder I come to these places for drinks and things. And man.. I don't want to start any shit, but the managers? Are yours decent to you? I think mine hates me. Like, she wants me dead. Or something horrible."

[psyvampexperiment]

"Oho, ours is something of a tyrant: I'm due for a photo shoot, and I've been warned she's likely to really put me through my paces," he says, lowering his voice and glancing around to make sure no one is listening. In a normal voice, he adds, "They do say that anger is an energy, but it sounds as if you've got more energy than she can handle around you."

[inversekeyblade]

It's not just him. Why are they like this? He's too young for someone to be this cruel to him. "I guess it's a part of the business.. man I got into the wrong line of work." There's always healthy coping mechanisms to deal with this kind of thing though, right?

Or, what he'll more than likely turn to, unhealthy vices. "Good thing the age for buying your own alcohol is younger than most out in public.. except for a few." Like here. And without that, the show practically over after the yelling match from earlier, "I'll probably hit up another place tonight before going home." Ah, that youthful energy. "How about you?"

[psyvampexperiment]

He'll keep his voice low as he replies, "Mmmm, it's worth it to have a broader audience, but the kind of hoops that our managers and the bosses of the label can make one wonder if it's all worth it.

He'll get up from his bar stool, reaching into another pocket, taking out his wallet and signalling to the barkeep to pay up his tab. "I was thinking of an old haunt of mine, a basement Goth club for a nightcap during their weekly open mike night."

[inversekeyblade]

What's a weekly open mike night? More so, what's a basement Goth club like? "Oh.. cool. They having that night tonight? That'd be lucky for you, huh?"

[psyvampexperiment]

"As a matter of fact, tonight is that very night: You're welcome to join me, if you haven't any other plans," Sariel replies, pocketing his wallet.

[inversekeyblade]

Tempting.. he hasn't been to one of these 'Goth clubs' before. It could be fun. It could introduce a whole new spectrum of calling. Anywhere else he goes probably isn't going to be any more or less interesting anyhow. So, "Yeah, let's go."