Band Night at Sinners Den (private)

[Houndy Poochykins 544]

It was a good Friday night. Plenty of people, plenty of tickets sold. Dia was quite happy with that. The bar was selling plenty of drinks, there were plenty of dancers upstairs with a nearly full VIP section, and all this rounded out to a great business night. Which was good. 10 thousand ounces... 625 pounds, almost half a ton, of Rhodium didnt make itself. Taking advantage of the regent of Everruns help was not something on her to-do list. It looked like it was shaping up to be a good night. There was currently just a track mix playing, older 80's metal, and rock. The crowd was surprisingly a good mix of old and young. She typically didn't think younger folks liked rock much anymore... it was all that bubblegum emo bullshit lately. Regardless, she took her 4th shot of the night, and lit up the 5th cigarette. It was the clubs first time hosting as a venue, and not just a bar or dance club, and she needed the good press. Being fresh and new only lasted so long. 

The servers served drinks, the bartenders slung them like old western shooters, and Dia did some work on her phone, calculating the night out, costs and such. She wasn't great at math but thankfully her phone was estimating a good ten thousand after expenses, if everything proceeded as it currently was. As with most cases, the band would be paid a flat rate, and be able to sell merchandise. Ticket sales going to the club. 

Dia was currently in a pair of black jeans and a tanktop, regular street shoes on. "Ruby Ruby sweetheart!" She stopped the pink haired feline. "Less blah more muah" she noted..
"These Devils kiss drinks are a pain to make"
"But they sell like pussy at a clam bake in seattle" Dia noted. 

"Where's the band?" Dia asked a security guard. "Not due for a little while longer" he answered.

[Trexasle 430]

Self Promotion was not always something Leon was best at.

The act of selling the services of oneself never really implanted itself in Leon’s set of skills, moreso because he simply still wasn’t used to the point of business interaction at that level. However, when Dreggz told himself and Ira about a new bar opening, Leon knew there was a chance if not for a good deal but to put their names out there.

Whilst Leon and the others took their stroll towards the back entrance of the bar, their rented van parked and open with their equipment inside. Leon took a deep breath to get himself acclimated. It would be their first show together as a band and Leon himself while not nervous still held pause in the rest of the band. The eccentric Partners he came to join up after a chance job at an enchanted bookstore. They were good players, absolutely no doubt and in terms of a performance, he’d be shocked if he didn’t shoot the lights out with their stage presence.

It was everything the fuck else. The personalities that came with the band in question that left Leon in pause. They seemed like for the most part your standard Terran rockers. Talented and filled to the brim with potential, but volatile and wild. It would take a certain approach to lead them forward, but that’s exactly what he was going to do.

The sound of The crowd was already notable from the outside, the lights brimming out of the windows of the establishment whilst the crowd mingling and drunken debauchery cascaded the ears of the alien. He put on his smile and turned back around to his band.

“Get off your asses crew, we got some faces to melt!”

He was pretty sure the band itself was still higher than their own opinions of themselves, Or at least he assumed so. He would be happy he was wrong, While he was sure this type of scene wouldn’t mind them inebriated, he wanted some concentration going into their first gig. He leaned toward the intercom next to the door and gave it a ring.

“Oy’ Your band is here…Mind helping us out with the equipment!?”

While he certainly had no issue with carry his own (Lone) Equipment, lord knows Dreggz’s would have quite the baggage to get up on stage. Hopefully she stayed selective on what she actually Needed. Lord knows getting it ONTO the van was a pain in the ass all it's own.

[danzilla3 5018]

Ira had joined up with Leon partially out of a strange sense that his destiny lay with the guitarist, and partially because the man seemed to be able to find them work as a band. Prior to their meeting he had been working as a traveling street performer and occasional magician for hire. Since joining he had found that he always had a roof over his head, and food in his stomach; even if the food was cheap fast food, and the roof was that of the bands van. Their accommodations weren't always comfortable, but he could not deny that he found the companionship of his new bandmates to be enjoyable. 

The trip to New Everrun from their last gig had been a long one, and Ira had decided to use the time to catch up on some sleep. Now that they had arrived, he was roughly shaken from his slumber by Leon's yelling. Stretching out, he noticed that their recently joined drummer had once again fallen asleep on him; her face pressed into his shoulder. The lethargic woman often hung off of him for support; seemingly ready to lapse into unconsciousness at the drop of a hat. Giving her a gentle shake, he offered a small smile.

"We're here."

Getting out of the van, he waited to see if their drummer would need support before walking over to Leon and offering a nod.

[Jotnotes 3815]

The goblin raised an eyebrow as she took in the building before them, appraising it in much the same way you might appraise a fine jewel, or perhaps a counterfeit. In her experience, the facade played a big part in determining what you should expect, and the Sinner's Den looked fairly unremarkable. More neon, more old stone. Nothing to glean from the front, really. 

She pulled her flask, and took a long drag, before tucking it away into her leather jacket. Oh well, something about books and covers, right?

Dreggz had been with the band since day one, and from then, most of the shows had been a blur. Drunken shows at backwater locales, malperformances punctuated with meager reviews. Dreggz supposed that perhaps there was something to be learned through those performances, but nothing came to mind. In a way, she was glad she was usually drunk for them, it made them a little easier to live with. But Dreggz wanted more than boring shows and the occasional fling with somebody in the crowd. The goblin wanted to strike out, to do something so impressive, or impressively stupid, that it put them on the map. Was that even possible in a place like this? They'd find out, if she had anything to say about it.

She slapped the van roughly, aiming to startle awake the sleeping drummer.

"Get off your ass, sleeping beauty!" She said jokingly. Ira hung around to help her out, so she wandered away from the van, sauntering up to Leon.

"Alright Hair," She huffed, gesturing at the building. "What's the plan, here, again? Boring show at a dead bar doesn't exactly strike me as good publicity. What gives?"

[Djinn&Juice 1481]

Belle had become the newest member of the band, having an awkward first few interviews of elongated silences and lighter flicking, but the moment Leon had managed to get her in the drummer seat; A switch flipped and she had stuck with them ever since. A slacker in everything but the drums. It was how she had managed to end up here doing an actual gig.

 

She got her fourth nap in before the show started; her own pillow betraying her and waking her up. She sat up and yawned before digging through her locks and producing an unmarred joint. "Hah" she snorted, slow and methodic, eventually making her way in front of the club "Let's kill it" She said, a slow grin spreading across her freckled face. 

"I gotta say, im pretty excited" Her words akin to mollasses so a great deal of patience was needed at times, and that lead to it's own complications. She was definitely not allowed to drive or operate a vehicle. Bellerouse marching up to leon and Dreggz "Pretty..." A few moments past before dhe continues "Cool right?" She asked with a laugh. Smoke rolling from her nose as she passed her joint to Dreggz. It helped that she was an incredible producer of marijuana, strains of her own that kept her paid due to her state of being. "I call it Rhodium Reefer" Her eye brows raise at the same slow rate "Get it? Hah" she snorts again and does a knee slap that takes nearly fifteen seconds

Edited January 26, 2021 by Djinn&Juice

[Houndy Poochykins 544]

The buzzer had gone off no more than a few seconds before the door swung open. Only for Dia to be there to greet the band. "Well shit, finally... traffic in this towns a mother fucker" she said. "Help the drummer" she told a few bouncers, sending them over to help the drummer collect their things. She'd never heard of these guys, and didn't know anything about them. But they were definitely recommended locally Local bands did well locally, it was kind of the point of the whole 'local' thing. She'd thought about joining a band once, never wet through with it. She was antisocial, and didn't like hanging out for long periods with people in a small space. So she was opposite of tour bus material. She'd beckon them in, and instruct them on the path to the stage that had been built up. "Names Dia. You guys, girls, are?" She asked.

[Trexasle 430]

Leon should’ve been happy that his crew was finally up, and to be fair he was. At least that means they could get the job done and actually perform. The bad news was that it was clear that both Ira and the new lass were…higher than their own opinions of themselves. He groaned, pinched the bridge of his nose and tilted his head back. The Goblin seem to be the first to speak asking exactly what they were doing. Leon was actually happy to oblige to this question. He turned around and gave a smile to his crew. “Well, It’s quite simple, we go in…” He stared at their new drummer, who he even forgot how they actually met. He swore she didn’t just appear from nowhere. Did they pick her up from the last show? One of Ira’s groupies who managed to pick up sticks, he wasn’t sure…But seeing that they were still going onto their own vices instead of focusing, Leon took a simple action, He grabbed the Stogie from Bellrouse’s hand before she could pass it to Dreggz and gave a simple shrug. “Do what we do best and perform. Also, keep the intoxication until AFTER we are doing performing, I don’t need any of you guys getting high on stage…AGAIN.” It was a frustrating concept that he had to deal with before, specifically With Ira.

That night in Casper was NOT something he wanted to be reminded of.

And lucky that seemed it will not be the case as the owner of the facility seemed to have opened the door. She seemed to start with small talk, a bit about the traffic, The problem was…there wasn’t anything “Traffic wasn’t the problem getting here...” He simply stated at Ira and Bellerouse…They knew what they did.

THEY KNEW.

As she led them toward the stage, she proceeded to introduce herself, asking their names in return Leon shrugged and gave a wave, “Leontias Metalliene, best damn guitarist…period.” He gave a grin, a very confident one. Years of playing on this planet has only proven that statement he made. Of course he made the statement in pure fact, but it was also a challenge. Mostly for anyone who’d listen. He flipped his long and frilly hair back, revealing a bit more of his face. His brown Reddish skin seemingly clashed with the tribal scars that adorned one side of his face, and the treated burns on the other. His eyes shrouded by black aviators that had the doubled effect of covering up SOME of the scarring around the eyes as well. He held his hand out for a handshake, the right one thankfully which while calloused and clearly was the hand of a working male, was not the scarred mess that the other side of his body was.

Edited January 29, 2021 by Trexasle

[Jotnotes 3815]

On 1/29/2021 at 3:07 AM, Trexasle said:

“Well, It’s quite simple, we go in…” He stared at their new drummer, who he even forgot how they actually met.

Dreggz glanced her way as well, glowering at her a bit. They typically got along, but the bitch was more content most times to just get high, and that made her kind of hard to like most of the time. Particularly, it made it hard to like the sober her, because the goblin wasn't actually sure if she'd ever met Belle while she was sober. Leon snatched the stogie from Belle, and passed it to Dreggz, who tucked it away in her jacket, before reaching for her flask.

On 1/29/2021 at 3:07 AM, Trexasle said:

“Do what we do best and perform. Also, keep the intoxication until AFTER we are doing performing, I don’t need any of you guys getting high on stage…AGAIN.”

Dreggz paused, and coughed a bit before putting the flask away. Technically, he didn't tell her not to drink, but sober was a pretty broad brush, and Dreggz figured it'd be wise to participate for a change. Tucking the whiskey away, she glanced towards the door as somebody exited the building. 

The goblin took one look at her and rolled her eyes.

"Oh," She muttered. "We're playing at that kind of joint."

On 1/26/2021 at 10:41 PM, Houndy Poochykins said:

"Well shit, finally... traffic in this towns a mother fucker" she said. "Help the drummer" she told a few bouncers, sending them over to help the drummer collect their things.

Dreggz sidestepped them neatly, and picked up her guitar case and a loose bag from the ground, which she passed to Belle.

"Pick up yer shit," She told her, mostly pleasantly. "The sooner we get set up, the sooner we can play, the sooner you can get high again, get it?"

The goblin left Leon to the introductions as she started moving things into the club. The gear wasn't particularly heavy to move, and she'd done it a dozen times by now, and took the opportunity to flex a little on the bouncers as she did. Dreggz picked up an amplifier casually, with one arm and slung it over her shoulder before shooting a pointy grin at one of the heavies.

"Check it out, boys," She gloated, shifting the amp around casually. "I could probably carry both of you to bed at the same time, I bet!"

She moved the amps along, set them down inside the doors and returned to overhear Leon and Dia talking.

On 1/29/2021 at 3:07 AM, Trexasle said:

“Leontias Metalliene, best damn guitarist…

"Period." Dreggz shouted, drowning his voice out before he could finish his spiel. She strode up next to him and leaned against his arm. The goblin regarded Dia with a casual stare, and asked a couple questions before Dia could take off.

"So this club of yours, is it usually male clientelle?" She asked her. "I'm not sure what kind of stage you have set up, but if you've got poles, you might need to take them down for a bit. Unless you wanna watch this guy make an ass of himself on it." 

[danzilla3 5018]

Ira wondered when the fact that he was always a little high would finally penetrate the thick layer of hair product Leon wore, to leech into his skull. Inebriants were a vital part of his life, as well as his performance. Without his drugs, he would not be the same person; and since the last time he checked, the singer was a vital part of a rock band, that would be bad. To be fair, he hadn't yet told Leon or anyone else that without the drugs he took, he suffered severe depression; sometimes to the point of catatonia. No conventional antidepressants proved effective, but eventually he had met a man who would give him the chance to live his life.

Grabbing a few bags, he made his way into the bar; going slow enough to make sure that their drummer could lean on him for support if needed. Unlike his goblin companion, he didn't mind playing smaller venues like this. It often allowed for a more intimate show than was possible when playing in front of a large crowd. At the owners prompting, he would take off his hat and give a slight bow.

"Ira Samedi."

[Djinn&Juice 1481]

Belle gave a sluggish wave to Dia, based off what Leon explained, she was the venue owner. It was her first real gig and though her smile was slow to catch up, she waa just as eager. She didn't mind the rules, and always figured they were for a good reason. Dreggz barking at her to pitch in with the equipment. Her expression taking several moments to reciprocate, staggering a nod before slinging some of her drums over a shoulder. "Well...I hope it's not...over too...soon" Though by the time those words left her lips the goblin had already marched off. 

There were more than a few personalities in the band that shined under a spotlight. They reminded her of her sisters, both good and bad. It took a few minutes before her hunched stride reached the stage, setting the drums down and watching Dreggz chide the bouncers. 

"Man She's...cool" Belle mumbled, laughing in small pauses. She started to set up her equipment, slow but methodically. It was the fastest she had moved in some time; A desire to prove herself through the sloth she had been born with. Hell, she took nearly sixteen months before she was even born. The drummer tightening a few screws and yawning, Leon would yell at her if she took another nap so she had to see this through

A few raps of the cymbals and a test of the drum pedal giving a teaser of that prenatural potential hidden behind her lethargy. 

 

[Houndy Poochykins 544]

Dia would move up to the stage where the staff would begin setting up, the club livening up a little more and more as time passed. Before too long, the staff had helped the drummer arrange her gear, but as with any drummer, she likely had that sweet assortment to her own preference and a good rule of thumb was not to arrange anything and screw it down tightly.  After no small amount of effort, Dia could be seen sitting down in a booth in the VIP area upstairs which was closed off to the public for now, so the band and their staff could handle business. Dia had a glass of liquor in her hand, which she was drinking rather aggressively. She'd even hired extra security, just to be safe. The band would be ushered up to the VIP area, via some bouncers and such. Once they were all upstairs she had a few short words for them.

"Alright, glad you guys could make it" She crossed her arms. "keep it easy on the pyrotechnics, this place is a nightclub, not a firehouse." She said. "Drinks are on me for now, don't abuse it" she added. "And that's about it, any questions?" she asked.

[Jotnotes 3815]

As all the gear made its way onto the stage, Dreggz milled around checking the stage itself. Or she would, if it was possible--she couldn't really see underneath it from her side of the stage, as it was closed-faced. She suspected if it was hollow and held up with braces, she'd find a means of checking that out backstage somewhere. Instead of hunting for this space, however, she walked around, stamping her feet and listening for echoes as best as she could, which probably got annoying after a few steps. It seemed solid enough, though. Satisfied, the goblin moved to check on Belle's drum set, and casually produced the stoagie to wave it in front of her.

"See the smokie, Belle?" She teased, waving it back and forth for a moment. "You play the drums like a professional for a change, and I'll give this to you right after the show. I'll even look into finding you a playmate if I can, sound good?" She tucked it away again and patted the drum set before strolling back to listen in on Leon talking with the tall lady.

Really, she looked like she was supposed to be dancing on stage, Dreggz thought. She was pretty enough to be a show girl, or at least knew how to present herself like one, but Dreggz found that she sounded too in control to be one. She had that boss bitch attitude for sure. 

On 2/6/2021 at 2:01 PM, Houndy Poochykins said:

"Alright, glad you guys could make it" She crossed her arms. "keep it easy on the pyrotechnics, this place is a nightclub, not a firehouse." She said. "Drinks are on me for now, don't abuse it" she added. "And that's about it, any questions?" she asked.

"Actually, I might have a few," Dreggz raised a hand. "Yeah, so my friend over there is a vegetarian, so she needs some of that green stuff, you know? Is there a buyer around here anywhere?" Leon was right next to her, but when he spoke up she shushed him down. "I'm also curious about the staff you got around here. What's the deal with this place, part nightclub part whorehouse? What'd'you do here?"

[Trexasle 430]

"keep it easy on the pyrotechnics, this place is a nightclub, not a firehouse."

“Fair enough, wouldn’t want to burn down the establishment.” Okay, so that essentially meant no electricity. While he rarely used it outside of combat, SOMETIMES…A Very small sometimes he loved to give a crowd a little bit of a light show. So it was good for Dia to set those rules down as quickly as she did. He took a Relief of the band who seemed to outside of a few jokes and banter were following his orders for the most part.

For the most part.,

 

"Yeah, so my friend over there is a vegetarian, so she needs some of that green stuff, you know? Is there a buyer around here anywhere?"

Leon Damn sure was about to say something. He tended to be lax about drugs whist off Performance, but when it was time to perform (Or even prep for that matter.) anything have to do with drugs was off the table. This just so happened to be one of those times. So when Dreggz decided to shush him, he simply gave her a stare. A Blank and clearly pointed stare, and with his one hand four fingers pointed forward before Dreggz can turn away he pointed at her. Leon’s rules were simple, you fuck up, you get fined. Doesn’t matter what it was, if you fucked the pooch in a certain way, you get fined, usually a max of $500 with each finger representing a $100 Value, Four Fingers pointed as it was an example for Dreggz was about $400 Dollars.

Eh, he needed to put the payment down on the van anyway.

He stared around the club and then at Dia, “Well Then Miss, Dia was it? How long you want the set to go for, I wouldn’t want to Ruin This..” He pointed his stare at Dreggz again.

“FINE…”

He moved his head back to Dia, back to his business smile, hoping he proved a point. “...Evening For you by going too long.” He thought of something else. “Also, you mind if the stage is empty you mind if we get it for about an hour…gotta put the band into a Bit of Practice.” See, As the band leader it was ALWAYS a good time to get your revenge, and in this case it came with the fine AND the practice. It was mostly in good fun, but he still needed to make sure they kept on their toes.

 

 

Edited February 9, 2021 by Trexasle

[danzilla3 5018]

Ira ignored the drama unfolding between the band's guitar players in favor of silently setting up his microphone on the stage. Lately Leon had been on some kind of faux-authoritarian streak; fining the other members for what he perceived as offenses. So far the singer had played along, though he was starting to grow tired of the guitarist pretending to be his boss. As far as Ira was concerned, they were all in this together, none of them any more important than the other; or at least that's the way he saw it. One thing was for sure, tensions were threatening to boil over; and he feared the group might not survive.

But there was work to be done right now, and once the microphone was set up he began to do the vocal exercises he did before every show. He would start out in a near falsetto, deepening to a basso rumble, and finally ending in something that resembled throat singing. Once he was done, he took a cigarette out of his pocket and lit it up before taking a drag. Glancing over at Leon, he gestured at the cig.

"Regular stuff."