Open!

[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

[alleato]

Dino's half smiling until the latter part. Waiting. He feels like that's what's going on, that it's all a big game waiting for the shoe to drop. That he's gone sooner or later. Then he gets grim, looking at Shin with serious eyes.

"Don't get fired on purpose, but..." Deep breath. "Don't compromise." He nods. "I was thinking of hitting one of the nightclubs later. The big ones."

[bass_instincts]

Shin smiles, "let's make it a night to never forget." Sorry, Watsoon, Shin is planning on being stupid, but at least not in a way the label will be thrilled about.

[alleato]

He's going to regret this. He knows it. But there's nobody for him to really connect to like he was. Abandonment comes to mind, but he highly doubts Kaoru would have left without at least trying to say goodbye.

He nods. "Alright."

Watson is disappoint, son.

[bass_instincts]

Shin smiles, "We'll go together and see what happens." Steal a motorcycle and blow it up, or snort coke off of the ass of some groupies or hookers. He'll make sure it's something wild.

He might be considering getting drunk and making out with Dino to get a bunch of ladies hot and bothered and then take them out to some hotel.

[alleato]

Steal a what and do what and oh my god he might give up life after that. For now, he's agreeable because anything sounds better than moping and feeling like it's better if he goes to sleep and doesn't wake up for a few days.

"As long as we don't get caught, right?" He smiles. "It's fine."

[bass_instincts]

"Yeah, as long as we don't get caught," or something like that. He did mean it when he said he wants to earn his getting fired. Maybe with a bit more time he could strike out on his own and tell his current label to go fuck themselves.

[alleato]

Dino doesn't want to get fired, but he's scared now, and a little reckless without people in the immediate vicinity to lean on and smile with. The smile he offers is thin and forced.

"What time?"

[bass_instincts]

"Eight?" he offers.

It'll probably do the kid some good to have someone telling him this stuff is a bad idea, since he doesn't seem to have the greatest ability to judge at the moment. He doesn't even look old enough to be doing most of the rock-star stuff if you strip away the spiked hair and piercings.

[alleato]

Dino seriously does not care. Time to be stupid.

"Eight sounds good. I'll even dress up."

[bass_instincts]

"Good, it's not as fun without competition," he smiles, but it's more like to a brother than the smirk someone might expect with that line.

"Meet me in the garage. We can take my bike."

[alleato]

Dino gets a weird sense that he misses motorcycles, but he's absolutely sure he's never owned one. Weird.

"As long as you're careful. I don't want to die before we do this."

[bass_instincts]

"If I can't drive back, I'll call us a taxi," he promises.

Hopefully.

[alleato]

"Good. I'm not big on getting injured." He smiles faintly. "I get hurt easy enough on my own."

Standing, he picks up his dishes. "I'll see you then?"

[bass_instincts]

"Yeah."

He's waiting by his bike at 8 with an extra helmet. He's smoking a cigarette, looking pretty relaxed.

[alleato]

Dino shows up right on time, a faint grimness about him, but he's ready to go and he looks like the rock star he is. He adjusts his suit jacket and nods to Shin.

"Okay, so you were early..."

[bass_instincts]

Shin's wearing an open jacket over a white collared shirt with a tall collar, the top four buttons undone. His pants are definitively punk, and paired with rocking horse shoes. He's wearing quite a few rings and a lighter necklace in addition to his usual piercings and commonly worn spiked collar.

Shin smiles, hiding a sense of darkness of his own. "I couldn't wait to get out of practice," he explains. They'd been working extra hard ever since the world tour announcement, and Shin's not been exactly thrilled with the pace his peers picked up on the songs, especially the stand-ins.

[alleato]

Dino feels a little oddly dressed next to that, but he's comfortable enough, and looks Shin over with a low whistle.

"Literally no one is going to be looking at me. Nice work."

[bass_instincts]

Shin laughs at that, "I wish I could say 'I try'." He pats Dino on the back, "Your looks make up for the lack of cutting-edge fashion." Who knows if he's flirting or not? He doesn't.

He hands a spare helmet to Dino before strapping on his and getting on the bike. His hair must be made of steel to not be crushed after wearing the helmet- or maybe he has something to fix it when they get there. "Don't be afraid to hold on tight."

[alleato]

Dino blinks at the compliment. Nobody really gives him that sort of thing, so he smiles faintly and nods.

"Thanks. I think."

Taking the helmet, he arranges it expertly over his hair (like he's done this before) and jumps on, unafraid. He'll feel better once they're there and he doesn't have anything back here to think about anymore. He half wants to never come back. Maybe they can just ride until they reach something else.

[bass_instincts]

"You think?" he chuckles.

Well, fortunately Dino isn't dealing with Shin going all out and crazy while high. He's actually driving his motorcycle like a normal person. A mercy.

He takes the scenic route, giving Dino a bit of an extra ride before finding a place to park about a block away from the place Shin intended to drag Dino to for the night.

[alleato]

Fortunately, Dino doesn't really give a fuck, but he'd also be a responsible adult if the driving situation got bad. He's not that stupid, even if he is feeling a little reckless. He holds on, though not as tightly as one might expect. Somehow he feels like he's done this before, been on a motorcycle and felt the wind rushing by, the freedom of the countryside.

When they park, Dino hops off neatly, taking the helmet off and taking time to hopefully muss his hair back into perfect shape.

"Nice driving."

[bass_instincts]

Shin gets off smoothly, coaxing his hair back into spikes. "That's a new one," he says with a chuckle. Then again, he hasn't had many passengers that are interested in assessing his driving. Usually they're more interested in getting him to their bedroom and assessing something else entirely.

"At least I don't usually get complaints either," he comments with a smirk as he heads inside. He stops at the coat check to hand over their helmets. Better than having to keep track of them. "First round's on me."