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[alleato]

Who: Dino Cavallone + your folks!
What: One of the nicest guys in the business is down and out. Probably could use some cheering up... or a drink.
When: 4/11-13
Where: Various places!
Warnings: Drinkin' partyin' etc


A :: 4/11 :: Virgo HQ
Dino got out of bed this morning to find one less person in the penthouse. Another firing for his group, only this time it feels a little personal. He'd cared about Kaoru more than he ever told anyone but the guy himself. Now that he's gone, and Dino's left wondering why... They've worked so hard and been so close. Hue & Cry should've been the darlings of the label, at least in Dino's mind, for the work they do and the people they are. But now they're two down, and Dino's having a hard time handling it.

At Virgo HQ, he can be found in one of the various eating areas staring blankly into a bowl of half-eaten cereal, or mumbling an apology as he bumps into people while he walks around in clear distress.

B :: 4/12 :: parkside
A tribute to one bandmate gone, Dino sits in a busy area of the park with a makeshift drum (i.e. a bucket) that he's acquired from somewhere or another, figuring out a simple rhythm as he sings some words to a song he's making up as he goes along. Sometimes it's in your standard English-y thing, sometimes it's in Italian. Someone's set a hat down beside him, and people seem to be tossing little things into it as tokens of appreciation. Somehow no one has given obvious outward signs that they know who he is. Still, if someone does stop, he'll talk to them happily.

C :: 4/13 :: nighttime
After two days of not being able to find the right salve for the wound, so to speak, Dino turns to other peoples' methods. He goes to a bar for a while, sitting smack in the center, at first talking quietly with anyone who comes over, signing a few autographs here and there, but soon enough he gets sullen and waves people off. Not good. The bodyguard that seems to be watching him here is displeased.

Subsequently, then, Dino ditches the hell out of that bodyguard and heads to a nightclub instead, shucking off his coat and giving it to a random fan before he rolls up his sleeves and bypasses the bouncer entirely. Because fuck you that's why.

Once inside, he's again in the thick of things, only this time it's with a great sense of abandon, and probably ripe for bad life choices and stupidly candid conversations. He's a klutz, still, but no one seems to notice trodden upon toes when he's like this. Catch him before he finally gives out and goes back to HQ.

Comments

C?

[heymcfly]

It's not all that uncommon to see musicians walking around with a million fans trailing behind them. Some people absorbed as much interaction as they could, others preferred to hide behind baggy clothing, or take to avoiding the night life entirely. In the nightlight, Marty can just see a figure walking past the flashing lights, and apparently ignoring the fans that were dying for his attention to his sides. When a neon bannerhead shone, Marty sore he could see Dino there.

And many, many fans.

Fans were great, but annoying, he'd admit. So he jogs up to Dino, immediately flopping one arm around his shoulder, and drawing him in. "Dino, buddy! I've been lookin' all over for you!" To be honest, he hasn't. But Dino doesn't really look like he's in the mood for fans at the moment. Marty raises his eyebrows and gives a small little smile. "I gotta show you somethin' back at HQ. It's pretty heavy!"

With that, he starts to help lead Dino away from the crowd, turning left at a corner of a street when the time came. When Marty dares to glance behind him, the fans aren't quite following anymore...but yup, there's phones. Lots of phones.

[alleato]

Dino isn't in the best state, he'll admit, so he's playing to the fans and being as congenial as he possibly can be. As bad as he feels and now how compromised the image of his band might be, his distress can't show. Thank goodness for Marty. Dino smiles broadly, teetering a bit sideways as that arm goes around him.

"Sorry, everyone! Destiny calls!"

He laughs, but it's fake as it gets, and once they're sort of out of earshot, Dino sighs heavily.

"...That wasn't good, was it?"

A... it may turn into C >_>

[bass_instincts]

Shin's not doing much better, honestly, though he's thankful that Roxas wasn't the one to get the axe. Still, Cloud just getting fired just made the reality of how nasty the labels are sink in harder. Maybe part of Shin is hoping to find someone to share something with, even if it's loneliness. Like Billy Joel said, it's better than drinking alone. "You guys get hit by the cuts too?"

[alleato]

Shin is handling it so much better than Dino, clearly. Dino is still staring down when he initially answers.

"Something... I mean..." He looks up. "Yeah, sorry." It's selfish to think that it's just him, isn't it? That it's somehow personal?

"You too?"

B, possibly going into C

[sharktrash]

[ Why is Squalo even there? Who knows. ~Plot reasons~. But he sure spots Cavallone, stops, and takes a good long look at the bucket. ]

...So you've finally cracked, huh?

[ s...ays the guy who went to fucking bitch at the CEO when someone disappeared just a bit over a week ago ]

[alleato]

[Squalo is magical. It's a thing.

Dino sits up straighter and holds the bucket between his knees. He looks totally wrecked, but he'll smile at Squalo. He feels like he shouldn't give the man any ammunition for anything.]

I thought I'd try a new instrument and go solo.

[Oh, Dino is about one bad idea away from demanding answers himself.]

C.

[nuns4money]

Hello hot blonde at the club, meet another hot blonde at the club.

Perhaps during this angsty time trouncing into the club, he miiiiight just step on the toes of Eda.

"Asshole, watch where you're doing!"

[alleato]

Drunk Dino wants to flip this person off and keep going, but reasonable Dino is still there, and he stops and looks completely embarassed once he realizes what he's done.

"Sorry. I... tripped."

C

[variaboss]

Bad life choices? It's like Dino is asking for some asshole to just wonder on over at some point. Mostly because it's a bar/club and that means it's like Xanxus central. As much as he's trying to live a "cleaner" life for his kid, he still wants to live it up before that world tour.

So, here comes Dino's alcoholic devil on one shoulder. "So you finally ditched the old man? Fuck. I thought you couldn't take a piss without that guy hanging around somewhere." For a moment, he almost thinks he's not talking about the bodyguard. That moment goes quickly.

"I'm surprised that they didn't have a sippycup with juice for you."

[alleato]

Dino freezes, making a face that's apparently shocking enough that the women he's talking to look at Xanxus like he's the worst thing alive. Glancing back over his shoulder, he confirms the owner of the voice.

"Sorry, ladies. I have to go talk business now." They depart, and he slowly turns to Xanxus. At the edge of the dance floor, Dino is just enough out of the fray to not get overwhelmed, but he's also right by another drink.

He picks it up. It's full.

He hands it to Xanxus.

"Try it. It's stronger than anything you've ever had." He isn't lying. His liver is sobbing.

C.

[scalpedsociety]

After her brief flirtation with freedom with the loft purchase, Aramat's now gone back to Pride HQ full-time. She doesn't like it much, but it's not only for The World Tour, but also to watch Squalo. She's quietly furious at Lesedi for what she did, for what she has done already but seeing others try to fight her and end up worse under her hands is disheartening.

Sometimes to let off stress you have to go to some trashy club with shitty music wearing the sluttiest dress you can find (that isn't for private date nights or certain kinds of clubs) to senselessly grind on people and drink.

Dino will bump into her, looking far from that innocent lady of the flowers.

[alleato]

Dino bumping into her is probably the worst idea ever. He's a bit caught up in the noise and movement, smiling one moment at someone who hip checked him... sending him right at Aramat. He stops dead in his tracks, opening his mouth to speak, but doesn't manage a damn thing.

Then someone grinding on someone else behind him knocks him right into bodily contact with her. He's not sure what to do.

"Hi. Sorry."

A

[thelittlemerman]

Finnick's already had the argument with Alex. They're down to three now, and maybe Finnick wouldn't mind the revolving door of band mates so much if he knew why they were getting fired so quickly. It's not just the image of the band he's worried about, but his own security. He's all but given up on being able to get out at any point, not that he really wants to walk away from all this work, but without knowing why people are getting fired and what's happening to them afterward it's all he can think about.

So needless to say he's in a bit of a stormy mood. He doesn't say anything when he walks into the kitchen, he just opens the fridge, slams it shut, and the crosses his arms and leans on the counter frowning aggressively.

[alleato]

Dino is glad to see Finnick... mostly glad that he's still here. So much is running through his mind, the whys, the hows, the what ifs. He's concerned about his health and safety and job security, but he's more concerned about why they just... disappeared. Why them? Two of the best people he's ever known have vanished.

He's not sure whether or not Finnick caught on to how close he was with Kaoru, but this loss is hitting him even harder than August's departure. That fridge door slams, and Dino cringes visibly. Maybe it's not a good time to talk, or a good time to do anything.

Dino, of course, has to fight. "He would've said goodbye to me."

B :: 4/12 :: parkside

[psyvampexperiment]

There might be a few loose groups of passersby who might pause to listen for a little while before tossing cash or a few coins into the hat, a group of girls might even break into an impromptu hopping dance punctuated by "whoo!"s of delight. And among that crowd, he might spot a tall, pale gent in a long, mantled coat, listening with interest, even lingering as the audience drifts away.

He might glance after the departing onlookers. "Must have places to be, but at least they stopped to listen," he notes.

[alleato]

Dino laughs along with the dancers and celebrating crowd, though it sounds a little hollow if one is perceptive. This is a tribute, and he's just going with the flow. He's not good, but his heart's in the right place.

"At least. I had a good teacher, even if I'm not that great."

C

[warmsetter]

Suga spent a lot of time observing Vista City during the day it was time to see how Vista City could be like at night. A night club looked like a good place to start. He knew musicians would be in there to have a good time. He could probably get some more information to while he's at it. After he managed to get inside the club Suga looked around to see what would be a good place to start. He wasn't thirsty so the bar was out for now. The dance floor would work. On his way over someone bumped into him and stepped on his toes.

"Ow!"

Well, that was an interesting start to his night.

[alleato]

Dino stopped at the exclamation, turning around so quickly that he might've jostled the poor bystander again. He was super klutzy today, treading on toes and causing small issues that he smoothed over with a kind word and a smile (so far).

"That was my fault! I'm sorry. Don't hold it against me too much, alright?"

B

[hearted]

'Di' is finally off the clock, and she's definitely relieved. She still feels a certain tension, knowing that the coming days are going to be full of trouble, but she needs to relax for now.

It's made easier when she hears an unfamiliar song. Her walk slows, then stops, and she allows the music to reach her. She'll join in in tossing a tip, then smile.

"That's really beautiful. Is it for anything in particular?"

[alleato]

"Beautiful?" He looks surprised, and blinks at her a bit. Then his expression softens into real gratitude. "I appreciate that. And thanks for the tip."

The hat is well-worn and in an odd style not matching his own. "Someone just set that down, and now people are giving me money."

A

[panspermia]

A mass of tangled hair trudges through the space, half-dressed and carrying at least three dirty bowls, crusted with the remains of what could have been a delicious pasta dish but was probably mac and cheese.

Greg's been having a bit of a rough time himself.

The small advantage is he can pick it out pretty darn easily in someone else. He halts, staring at the blankfaced man through his unwashed bangs.

"You holdin' up there, guy?"

[alleato]

It's a hard time to be a musician, it seems. People aren't what they seem, or people leave, or things go wrong, and Dino is a delicate flower about friendship. He's lonely.

"Hm?" Dino looks up, a bit dead-eyed, then blinks until he realizes he's kind of staring through this guy instead of at him. "Yeah... I'm fine. Rough morning."

C - lemme know if i should change anything?

[agains]

Keith doesn't drink anymore - not frequently, anyway. Alcohol doesn't have the same soothing, mind-numbing properties anymore. He feels less like partying hard, wreaking havoc, and letting slip the dogs of war; it'd be much nicer to adopt a band mascot and spend a relaxing night petting it. But in an attempt to convince Virgo that he's still Keith Badman, he tries to keep up the appearance of going out.

Nursing only his second beer, he notices his bandmate still near the bar. The crowd simply parts to let him through. There's an advantage to being kinda big. So unless Dino has any objections, Keith is going to muscle in next to him and flag the bartender down. "Put his tab on mine, please."

There's a pit in his stomach, a sour taste in his mouth. He can't bear to see anyone like this.

"You're out later than usual."

[alleato]

"Late... yeah, pretty much!" He speaks a little too loudly, swaying slightly as he looks his bandmate over. Why isn't he upset? God, why isn't he drinking more? Dino remembers he doesn't do so much of the partying. Frankly, Dino doesn't either, not really. He's had something--someone--to keep him from going too wild, and now that they're gone, he's having trouble caring.

"You're doing okay?"

c--sooooo late

[intohell]

One of the perks of the job--it's easy to spot the ones in need of help. Of course, that help might not come in the form some people expect. A swift escort outside instead of calling the cops for instance. A cup of coffee instead of another drink. Or someone to talk to.

This one doesn't look like he's going to be much trouble, but Riza takes a seat next to him at the bar and orders a water--she is working after all. She looks over at his drink and asks, "Drinking to forget or go numb?"

There's no judgment in her tone only a bit of experience.

hello! 8D

[alleato]

Water. At a bar. Dino would laugh a bit if he wasn't so damnably set on getting too drunk to get home alone. He looks at her for a moment, then holds up two fingers.

"Both." It doesn't matter who knows, does it? Misery loves company.