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[/color]leanor leaned back in her chair, propping her feet up on the table. She was sitting at the merch table, as usual, under the shade of one of those white tents. It was an uncharacteristically hot day for spring. “Its hotttt[/color]” she whined taking a sip of her drink. Junesong Provision had finished off their set about an hour ago. Eleanor’s biggest fear was passing out on stage. She had to fight off heat stroke all day. After the set she had gone straight to the bus, taken a cold shower, and changed into some cleaner clothes. She then headed to the merch table, a daily routine. Eleanor loved to talk to new people at the merch table. It kind of made her uncomfortable that they treated her differently, but she was coping. Most of the people at the tour were pretty awesome; it was the people on the street that really freaked her out. On tour grounds you could kind of expect to see someone from one of the bands walking around aimlessly, or hanging out somewhere. But on the street it was always totally unexpected. Eleanor took her feet down from the table, leaned forward and put her head in one hand. She was slightly bored. She began fiddling with her phone.

She caught a glimpse of someone standing in front of her. Eleanor looked up at the small group of people. She smiled brightly as they introduced themselves. “Hi, I’m Eleanor. You can call me Elly.[/color]” She said, striking up a conversation. In all honesty Eleanor hated her name. Absolutely hated it. Her parents were huge Beatles fans, which she understood. The Beatles are awesome. What she couldn’t understand was why they choose Eleanor over Lucy. It was such a bland, ugly sounding, depressing name. Even the song she was named after was depressing. Who wanted to be named after a song about the loneliness in the world? Eleanor didn’t. Eleanor had one older brother named Jude, and a younger sister named Prudence. Her parents definitely took their obsession with the Beatles way too far. Unfortunately Eleanor had grown up as an Eleanor, and she believed that any other name would just be stupid. So she settled for shortening it to Elly. Not many fans knew her as ‘Elly’ most thought she just went by Eleanor. It kind of came in handy those times when she wanted to deny who she was.

E[/color]leanor waved to the group as they started to walk away all saying ‘byyyyeeee’ “See you guys around[/color]” Eleanor replied, still waving a little. She dug in her bag, taking out another bottle of water, as she’d finished her last one. Eleanor unbuttoned her green plaid shirt and took it off, putting it on the back of her chair. She put her feet back up on the table and started messing with her phone again. She started playing solitaire. Maybe she would go into the city tonight and check things out. Eleanor had only really explored the venue grounds so far. She’d been so busy that she hadn’t even checked out New York city. She went to a hotel party the other day, but that didn’t really count. She sighed; still playing with her phone, wishing someone would save her from her boredom.[/blockquote] [/blockquote]


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David’s band had performed earlier; they were one of the firsts, which was rare, since they were one of the more popular bands. But frankly, David didn’t really give a shit; at least he got done with the day faster than everyone else did. The set went great as usual; the sun wasn’t out as much as it was now, so he handled it quite well. He was never really on to go out to the merch tables after a set, mostly because after a set he just wanted to shower and chill out. He was really lazy to be honest, in the day time, he was much calmer and relaxed, when it came to night time, that was when he was out and about, causing damage wherever he could. After his set, he had taken his usual shower and changed into some comfortable clothes. If you kew David, he always had skinny jeans and a fitted t, if he was cold, he’d top it off with a fitted Glamour Kills hoodie. He had a pretty nice style and he definitely kept himself groomed, he knew he had to look good, for both the fans and women in general.

He sat in the bus, with his best friend, Duncan, they smoked a lot. That’s actually what they normally did after a set and when together, they just got fucked up no matter what time of the day it was. They had spent hours getting high and playing the wii, yes, they were such dudes. They knew that their band mates would probably be pissed that they stunk up the entire tour bus with the scent of marijuana for the millionth time, but David didn’t care much, he’d just shrug and tell them to get over it. Sometimes if he was feeling nice, he’d spray and open a few windows, which he actually did this time. When he saw the sun peak in through the window, he looked at the time. ”Oh fuck dude, we’ve been in here for like ever”, he laughed and looked over at Duncan. The guy was passed out on the couch, this made David laugh, the kid must have been worn out from the weed and the wii. David left the windows open and slipped on his shoes, he wanted to go mingle a bit. See? Even though he didn’t attend to the merch tables after the set, he did walk around; it was an upside for the fans, so they didn’t have to stand in line just to meet him. David always thought that was a little weird about meet and greets.

Before leaving he smelled his shirt, he definitely smelled like weed, ”Fuck”. He walked back to where his clothes were and found a new white shirt and changed quickly. He grabbed his cologne and sprayed himself swiftly, walking through the bus and chuckling again at the sight of Duncan. David grabbed a cheetoh from an open cheetoh bag lying around and put it in Duncan’s nose, snapping a picture with his iphone before he left. Fucking with Duncan while he was asleep was highly amusing to David, mostly because Duncan was such a deep sleeper. David hopped off the bus, pushing his phone back into his pocket. His pockets seemed so naked without his wallet, he had lost it a few nights ago, figuring he probably dropped it during the party or left it in the hotel room he woke up in the following morning. Eh, whatever. He could just buy a new one, yeah! That’s what he was about to do, go get a new one from one of the merch tables. He had a few merch kid friends; he’d just get it from one of them. No need to spend his money. His I.D. wasn’t even in that wallet, just probably some extra cash he had in there, he wasn’t sure how much he had left in it, but whatever, right?

He walked through the place, walking near the merch tables. Now which band did he want a wallet from? He walked past a few, lightly scanning the band names. He could easily get one of his own band, but he was already out, so he thought what the hell? He was interrupted by a few fan girls, wanting to take pictures with him, he played nice and agreed. They snapped away and stayed for small talk, David departed eventually and came across WE DANCE WITH MONSTERS merch table, he cut the line, excusing himself politely, he spotted Lucas, the band’s drummer. ”Dude, come here”, he said gesturing him over, Lucas looked frightened but came anyways. David knew Lucas was afraid of him; he sometimes used that to his advantage. He pestered him for a wallet, but Lucas was acting like a little bitch, at least in David’s opinion he was. He somehow signaled Dylan over and Dylan completely fucked up David’s plan. David rolled his eyes and walked off, hitting ‘JUNESONG PROVISIONS’ merch table now. He had partied with one of the girls the other day, Cecilia was her name, he remembered it perfectly because she just stuck out to him. She might be able to hook him up, if she was around, he walked over and looked at the merch kids then the pretty little blonde in the chair. He had recognized the face, ”Excuse me…?”, he said as he read her face a bit more, and nodded as he remembered, that was the pretty little thing he had in Freddie’s hotel room the other night. He remembered clearly because when he left in the morning, he made sure he got another free glance of her before making his departure. ”Oh… Hello there… stranger.. ahh, your a merch girl?”, he said with a smirk as he stood confidently, he wondered if she had remembered him. Of course she had hello? He knew he was memorable. He couldn’t place her name just yet, but that face, oh yes, he did remember.

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[/color]leanor was starting to get very bored. She knew she had to hold down the fort for Logan while she was gone, but she honestly just wanted to go back to the bus. It would be nice to just smoke a bowl and take a nap. Instead, she leaned back in her chair, crossed her arms and closed her eyes. She could just fall asleep here. That’d be nice. The more she thought about it, the more she realized how tired she was. She could really go for that nap. She had been staying up late for the past week. Catching up on some sleep was a great idea. She also had some weed left from the twenty dollars she took from the wallet she found. So it was decided. When Logan got there she’d go back to the bus, smoke up, and sleep. Eleanor smiled discreetly. This was a fine plan.

A sound caught Eleanor’s attention and she opened her eyes a crack. It was Lucas. Someone was messing with him. She was about to stand up and walk over there when she saw Dylan had taken care of it. She smiled. Nobody messed with Lucas. He was her best friend. As far as she was concerned he was like family. She was thankful that Dylan was there. She sat up straight in her chair, shaking out her shoulders. When would Logan get here? Eleanor was getting a bit impatient. It wasn’t really like her to be that way, but she was quite drained from touring.

“Excuse me.” Eleanor looked up, hearing someone call out to her. She smiled “hey, what can I do for you?” she asked. She looked the blond up and down. She smirked a little. He obviously couldn’t see her checking him out through her sun glasses. She kind of recognized him, but she shook the feeling off. She must have seen him around. No big deal. “Oh... Hello there... stranger.. ahh, your a merch girl?” he spoke as if he knew her. Eleanor took off her sun glasses to get a better look at him. She definitely recognized him, but she couldn’t place where if her life depended on it. She gave him a confused look, but laughed. “No. No I am not.” She shook her head, smiling. “I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Eleanor. The bassist of Junesong Provision. You can call me Elly though.[/color]” she explained. She searched every recess of her brain but couldn’t find any memory of this guy.

It’s not that she had a bad memory or anything. She just had a very selective memory. She figured if she didn’t remember him, he probably wasn’t that important. But none the less, she was intrigued. Who was this guy? And why did he speak to her in such a familiar fashion? She was curious enough to forget that she was tired. For now. She’d probably become bored with him and go back to her original plan. For now she was content talking this kid up. He obviously didn’t know who she was, which was interesting. She stood, putting her hands on the table and leaning forward a little. She was quite a bit taller than her, not that she minded. She didn’t actually mind her height. While most girls complained about being small she was tiny and proud. She looked him over once more before smiling at him mischievously.[/blockquote] [/blockquote]


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Why he didn’t know she was on tour was beyond him, but this just made the situation more interesting. Usually when one contributes to a one night stand they’re well aware of the small chance of seeing that person again. Personally, David preferred it that way, especially if it was just some random groupie or girl he met at a party. The girls he slept with on tour however, well, he couldn’t get away from them, now could he? The one’s he usually kept around were his friends with benefits, now those? Were very beneficial. They consisted of girls on the tour mostly, you know, since they traveled alongside him anyways. Knowing she was on tour just intrigued him more, what a small fucking world. To be honest, David was still a bit high from earlier, you know, when he and Duncan had a little party of their own. You probably couldn’t tell though, it was just the sensation within him now. Though, he was kind of getting a bit of the munchies, but her next words made him forget about those cravings.

No, no I am not. I don’t believe we’ve met. I’m Elly. The bassist of Junesong Provision, David stood there dumbfounded, he sort of lost a bit of the color on his face. He was in complete and utter shock; he stared for a moment in case she was joking. She had to b e kidding, right? She was totally kidding! Come on, really? The seconds that followed after felt like minutes, she said nothing more, meaning she was absolutely serious. ”Are you fucking serious?”

[/color], managed to escape his mouth, he didn’t mean for it to come out, but he was so confused and in shock. Was she on something? Was she mentally challenged or something? He looked her over again and frowned, making sure she was the right girl. Yes, it was her, from head to toe. He had to admit, she looked better without her clothes, but that wasn’t the point right now. If anything, HE should have been the one to not remember HER. He had never been the less memorable one; then again he never really stuck around to really ask. But still, he was David Adams Greene for Christ sakes! He was truly pissed right now and definitely a little taken aback. He didn’t have one of his usual witty comments to reply with, mostly because he never had to really prepare for a situation such as this one. He had forgotten where he was for a second, he snapped out of it finally. He was so lost in his thoughts and concerns; he had left reality for a second.

There were a few girls at the table staring at the two musicians, trying to see what he was going to say next. He didn’t want a fucking audience, at least not now. He repositioned himself and put back on his mask of confidence and wittiness, he couldn’t let it show that he was in fact, a bit embarrassed and a bit irritated. ”All the more reason to refresh your memory”[/color], he gave a weak smile. Truth was, his confidence had gone down a few notches for the time being. He had never been on this side of a one night stand’s outcome, so this was all new. He’d be back to normal in no time though, he didn’t doubt that. ”Take a walk with me?”[/color], he asked politely surprisingly, he didn’t want to further this conversation while there were people there. The last thing he needed was this misunderstanding all over twitter making him look bad. Before she could answer, the two girls that were standing there managed to cut in and ask to take a picture with him. He honestly wasn’t in the mood for fans anymore, but he nodded and took the pictures. Thanks David!, one of the girls said, he waved politely and looked back at Elly, waiting to see if she’d take the walk with him or not.
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Eleanor watched as the colour drained from his face. He seemed completely in shock. It appeared that she should have known who he was. That part confused her. While she did recognise his face a little, she had no memory whatsoever of interacting with him, prior to this of course. He stood, silent, for a couple of seconds. It seemed like he was caught off guard, completely blindsided. She barely caught him mumbling “are you fucking serious?” Eleanor gave him a confused look. She was totally serious. She didn’t really understand what the big deal was. She was sure that after she heard his name she’d remember... probably. Seconds flew as she watched him try to regain his composure. This was turning out to be a lot more entertaining than she had expected. It was a bit of a shame though. Eleanor wondered how she managed to forget such a cute face.

It almost looked like Eleanor was in for a fight, but instead he gave her a small smile “all the more reason to refresh your memory.” Eleanor studied him for a second. He seemed confident enough, but she had to have hurt his pride a little. Not that she was happy about it or anything, but he did seem a bit frustrated. She smirked “oh really? What do you suggest?” To be honest, Eleanor was not in the mood for this. She was still tired. She really just wanted to go back and smoke, and sleep. And maybe eat something. “Take a walk with me?” he asked. Eleanor looked around, noticing that they were drawing a small audience. It would probably be a better idea to talk this over without all these people here. Eleanor didn’t want to emasculate him anymore than she already had. Eleanor was about to say something when two girls walked up to him, asking for a picture. He reluctantly agreed, taking the picture and waving at them unenthusiastically.

He must have been a part of a band! That had to be it! That must have been why he was so distraught about her not knowing who he was. It was quite an immature thing to be mad about, but she didn’t pay much attention to that detail. A small giggle slipped past her lips. A part of her didn’t really want to go with him. But she had nothing better to do. She shrugged “sure.” She looked around quickly, spotting Logan slipping behind the table. Perfect timing. Eleanor walked around the table to stand in front of him. “Where to?” she asked as the pair started walking away from the table. Now that she thought about it she never did ask for his name “What did you say your name was again?” She looked up at him as she walked by his side. Eleanor had no trouble keeping up with his pace. She was a fast walker, despite her stature. Eleanor started walking one step faster than him, sort of taking lead. She walked towards the parking lot, hoping he’d agree with the decision.

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David had never felt like this before, but he was trying his best to stay in control of his emotions and facial expressions all at once. He hated people knowing he was frustrated or hurt about something; he didn’t want anyone to be let into his mind. He kept everyone at a distance for a reason; people couldn’t really be trusted, especially with guys like David. He knew too much and did too much, people would either use shit against him or get shit out of him. He was very careful with himself and how he acted around others, to be honest, he was kind of reckless. He treated most people like they were beneath him, or as if they were puppets in his puppet show. He was manipulative and he knew it. Basically, he had never felt like… the weaker one, like the opposing person was above him. That’s exactly how he felt right now and he hated it, he tried his best to hide that though. He now felt how girls must felt when he did that to them, but, they probably felt worse, since he really didn’t give a shit after. He usually just walked away and went to go hit on another girl. Either way, he never wanted to be on this side of the fence again, this was bull shit.

He was relieved when she agreed to walk with him, he didn’t want to talk to her about this shit with an audience. He walked beside her and was just about to answer her ‘Where to?’ question until she said her next line. What did you say your name was again?, he rolled his eyes, he was seriously annoyed now. ”David… David Adams Greene… guitarist of Radio Bye Bye

[/color], he said through gritted teeth. He tried to stay calm as much as he could, he took a breath and composed himself again. He shook off the frustration he was gaining again, no way was he going to let this get to him. ”To be honest, I need a fucking drink right now.. or some fucking weed”[/color], he groaned as he looked around. Why did he even invite her to walk? He needed to chill his nerves to be honest, he was irritated and a bit embarrassed and it was just… all around weird. ”By the way, you look better naked”[/color], he smirked, trying to gain his leadership back, for some reason, he was a bit competitive. Especially when it came to his ego.
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Eleanor eyed him as he spoke through gritted teeth. “David. David Adams Greene. The guitarist of Radio bye bye.” That was when it clicked. The second she heard the name she realized who he was. She smirked. That made a lot of sense. This kid was probably used to sleeping around with girls, then ditching them in the morning and playing dumb if they confronted him. It must have been a shock to experience Eleanor. It’s not that she’s a bitch. In fact, Eleanor was a sweetheart. Until it came to guys she’s interested in. She did have trust issues. Every guy she had let in had beat up on her at one point or another. She honestly just expected it from men, which was why she reacted this way with most guys she slept with.

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[/b]is second comment sounded perfect. Eleanor’s eyes lit up at the mere mention of weed. She pulled out her cigarettes, slipping one between her lips and lighting it. She blew the smoke in the opposite direction of David. Smoking cigarettes would have to do now until she could get back to the bus. She didn’t even care if she had to bring him with her. They reached the parking lot. “by the way, you look better naked.” Eleanor smiled. “Thanks.” In truth, Eleanor always felt her most confident when she was in bed with someone. For most girls it was the opposite, but she did have an amazing body, and she knew it. So she took it as a compliment. She wasn’t openly this narcissistic, but considering her present company, she didn’t care much. “Dude... don’t act like such a girl” she said raising her cigarette back up to her mouth and taking a long drag. She realized what a bitch comment it was and covered it up with “Hey, do you wanna go back to my bus to talk about this? I have some weed leftover...” She looked him over, wondering if he would agree. He seemed a bit angry, but she had to admit. This was fun. She was almost hoping he would agree to her suggestion.[/blockquote] [/blockquote]


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David was annoyed and for some reason he wished that she remembered him. He hated being non memorable, it bothered him highly to be honest. Dude… don’t act like such a girl, this irritated him. He wasn’t acting like a girl, was he? He couldn’t allow himself to act such as that, he was the guy dammit. He knew it was probably a bitch move, but he couldn’t help himself to be honest. For some odd reason, he didn’t like being forgotten around this girl. He was just about to say something but then she said, Hey do you wanna go back to my bus to talk about this? I have some weed leftover… he smiled a bit, and nodded. ”Hell yes I do”

[/color], he nodded. He could really use some weed in his system, he hated being frustrated. He walked along side of her, heading towards her bus, he was just glad he was going to get some weed in him.

”Sounds good… you seriously don’t remember me?... that’s disappointing…”[/color], he said honestly as he looked around at the random fans around. One of the other bands were up and was p[laying pretty good, David looked at Eleanor, ”It better be good weed”][/color], he added honestly. He walked with her, getting closer to her bus. He was really appalled at her reaction to him, he couldn’t’ help but be offended. He had to hide it, even though he wasn’t really doing a good job. He looked around trying to distract his mind. Why was he so mad that she didn’t remember him? Why was he trying to get her to remember? What was so special about this girl? He scratched his head and saw that they were already back at the buses, thank god, he really needed something to calm him. They passed by his, he could only imagine what Duncan was doing. To his guess, he was probably still sleeping with the cheetoh in his nose, and Eve was probably taking pictures.
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[/color]leanor smiled at him. She led him in the direction of her bus. She remembered him now. But, what was the fun in telling him that? She’d tell him later. “It better be good weed” he said. She smiled again “Don’t worry about it” What he didn’t know was that she had bought it last night with the money he had left in his wallet. She giggled to herself. They made their way to the bus. She pulled out her keys and unlocked the door, putting her keys back in her pocket. Only then did she realize that she left her bag and shirt at the merch table. Eleanor shrugged, hoping Logan would notice and grab it. Luckily Eleanor never went anywhere without her keys, cigarettes, and lighter. She walked up the three steps into the bus, looking around. No one was in.

She through her keys on the table, surveying the mess. For once it wasn’t that bad. They had just done laundry at a nearby laundromat, so the clothes were all in the suitcases. There were still small things here and there, but nothing really important. She kicked off her shoes. “Uh... yeah... ignore the mess. Three guys live here as well...” she mumbled, almost to herself. “You can sit down anywhere, it doesn’t really matter” he could sit on the roof of the bus for all she cared. She walked into the bunk area of the bus, grabbing her weed and pipe from her suitcase. Eleanor walked back towards the living room area of the bus, sitting down on the couch, a couple feet away from David. She filled a pretty large bowl before handing the pipe and her lighter to David. “How’s that” she asked, waiting until he was done. When he was finished she took it, slightly surprised that he had finished the whole bowl. She packed another bowl, lighting it and inhaling. Eleanor was lucky, everyone else in the band smoked as well. Nobody cared if it reeked of marijuana.

S[/color]he exhaled slowly, turning back to David. “Do you want another bowl orrrrrr?” she questioned using slight hand movements. She sank into the couch. Eleanor could REALLY use that nap, but she refrained from rolling over and falling asleep. Eleanor stood suddenly. She opened a window and grabber he cigarettes before flopping back down on the couch and lighting another cigarette.[/blockquote] [/blockquote]


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David followed shortly behind her; he looked the outside of her bus over, and smiled a bit. He had been here the other night to pick up Cecilia, it’d definitely be funny if he ran into her. He had a pretty good time with the girl, but he wasn’t in the mood for much entertaining. He just wanted the drug in his system now and to calm down as he dealt with Elly here. He looked around as he waited for her to open the door, when he returned his gaze she was walking up the three stairs. He couldn’t help but look at her ass, she was wearing tiny shorts and it complimented it rather well. Hell, even if she was wearing jeans, he’d probably be checking her out. He had to admit though; he absolutely loved girls that rather wear shorts or dresses than jeans. He was a big leg guy, if a girl didn’t have nice legs, he wasn’t interested. He followed her inside, closing the door behind him. He looked around and shrugged, ”You don’t even want to know what ours looks like”

[/color], he chuckled at the thought. It was true too, she didn’t. When David left, there were clothes and empty potato chip bags everywhere. The boys were messy as hell, especially when David and Duncan smoked out. They raided the fridge and the snacks given to them by fans and pretty much threw everything everywhere. It was another reason David didn’t usually take girls back to his bus, plus he hated when girls lingered, so it actually worked out well. He did the traveling, mostly so he could ditch the girl whenever he wanted, preferably when she was fast asleep so he wouldn’t have to have a fucking discussion about why he was rushing out of there.

You can sit down anywhere, it doesn’t really matter, he looked around as she went towards the back, she had returned before he could choose a spot to sit. He shrugged and just made himself comfortable beside her, but not that close; an entire person could fit between the two. He laid his head back a bit then looked back down when he heard her voice. He smiled at the amount of weed in the bowl, Fuck yeah, he thought. This would definitely calm his nerves down a bit. He took it gladly, he noticed she had a pretty good amount of weed. Maybe she wouldn’t mind if he smoked a majority of it? Honestly, he didn’t care, he just wanted to be high again. He put his lips to the pipe and lit the lovely green herb, inhaling as much as he could. He parted from the pipe and held it in as long as he could, fuck that was a big one, he blew the smoke out and it was like a big cloud of smoke in the center of the room. There was about a few more good big hits left in the pipe, he looked at the girl when she spoke How’s that, he nodded with a slight smile. ”Much… much… better”[/color], he said as he took another long hit, he was tearing this shit up. He could almost feel his eyelids coming together as he took the next few hits. He had finished it, Whoops, he thought, but was too lazy and high to apologize, but she didn’t seem mad at all. In fact, she packed herself another bowl.

He smiled and laid his head back again, his eyes were almost closed and red of course. He had to admit, it was nice smoking out right now. She offered to pack another bowl, he shook his head lightly, he was at the perfect high right now. He didn’t want to get too greedy, not now, not with someone else’s weed. He felt his body warm and feeling lovely, he was back to feeling relaxed. He had almost forgot about the scene that happened just minutes before, he watched her get up and open some windows. He couldn’t help but check out her behind once more, what? He was a guy and he was DAVID out of all men. She sat back down, a smile found its way to his face looking over at her. ”Thanks for sharing”[/color], he said calmly. He was much more tolerable high. He sort of wished he could play Wii right now; it was his favorite activity while high. He always managed to do better at the games when he was on something. He needed some entertainment, he didn’t want to just sit here and watch her smoke a cigarette.”I have never seen you guys play…”[/color], he said randomly, he had been meaning to watch them, but hadn’t really had the time or he forgot. Someone or something always distracted him, he couldn’t really help it. ”You guys any good??[/color], he asked, wondering if she’d be cocky or honest about it. ”Do you do this a lot? Bring strangers to your bus?”[/color], he chuckled a bit, with a hint of his infamous smirk present. When he was high, he was much calmer, but he was a little talkative. You actually could have a normal conversation with him while high, which was rare, since every word out of his mouth sober was a come on.
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Eleanor smiled “No problem.” He seemed a lot calmer now. She couldn’t help but smile as she sank back into the couch. “I’ve never seen you guys play” he said. She took another drag of her cigarette. “You guys any good?” She exhaled smoke thinking for a moment. “Hell if I know...” she laughed. Eleanor was surprised at how relaxed he seemed, considering his mood about fifteen minutes ago. “Do you do this a lot? Bring strangers to your bus?” he asked. She sat up straight, shaking out her shoulders and preparing to pack another bowl. “No... not really...” she said thoughtfully. “But, you’re not really a stranger. I guess

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She flopped back on the couch, about a foot closer this time to David. She finished off the last bowl and put the pipe to the side, along with the weed. She closed her eyes, preparing what she was about to say next. Eleanor moved her head along with the music. “So... can I tell you something?” she looked at him for a couple seconds. “I totally bought that with the money I stole from your wallet.[/b]” She smiled at him innocently. She wondered if he would connect the dots as to what she was saying. Yeah, her fun was over, but it was only fare that she tell him. She blinked slowly, feeling the drug hit her. She smiled slightly. Her hands and face felt numb, her legs were pins and needles. She started tapping her feet to try and get some sort of feeling back. In the end she kept tapping for the feeling of moving them. She wanted another cigarette, she also wanted to sleep. Eleanor decided that both were bad ideas, and stayed where she was, still tapping her feet a little .[/blockquote] [/blockquote]


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David chuckled, liking her answer, he’d definitely have to check them out. If she had asked him that question, he would have definitely been cocky about it. He knew his band was good, he was going to lie, to be honest, he felt like his presence in it made the band all the better. They didn’t get much notice until David and Duncan came into the band, David wasn’t stupid. He nodded, then chuckled some more, ”Wow thanks, So im not normal when I’m sober?... Good to know.

[/color], he said totally being sarcastic but laughing. That’s how his sense of humor was; it was sometimes very dry and full of sarcasm. Once you got to really know him though, he was much funnier. He was only usually in dick mode when he was attempting to get laid, but if you saw him with his friends, you’d see a whole different side of him. Maybe Elly would see that side some day? Who knew?

He watched her walk over to the stereo and put on some Led Zeppelin, he smiled a little. That was indeed a pretty good song to play while high, he nodded lip synching the words a bit, ”I’m gonna give you my love….”[/color], he started playing the air guitar chuckling a bit. He stopped being a dork after she plopped down beside him on the couch, finishing the last bowl. He nodded and listened to her words, ”So that’s where my wallet went… You still have it or did you throw it away?”[/color], he asked not connecting the dots just yet, ”It would have went to weed anyways, to be honest, so it works out”[/color], he shrugged and laughed. After about ten more seconds, it finally processed in his brain. Forgive him; he was high out of his mind, dammit. ”Heyyyy! You do remember me”[/color], he frowned giving a cute little pout. Where that came from, he didn’t even know. ”I knew it… I’m not forgettable”[/color], he smiled actually feeling better about the whole thing. Even if she did barely remember about five seconds ago, she still remembered right? He wasn’t completely forgotten. ”No need to refresh your memory any longer”[/color], he shrugged a little and placed his arm on the couch, a bit behind her head. ”Sucks..to…be…you”[/color], he said the last four words slowly, mostly cause his mouth was so relaxed, so he didn’t want to put it to too much work. He smirked a bit, yes, he was flirting a bit. He wasn’t as talented or witty whilst high, but it was still effective.
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[/color]leanor laughed a bit. “Uhhh.... I don’t remember what I did with it... sorry, I’ll tell you if I find it” she shrugged. She nodded her head along with the music. “I remembered you when you told me your name. I was just messing with you” She said with a smile. It was fun while it lasted, but she figured it would be better if she just told him. Besides, keeping a straight face was getting difficult. “It was fun.” It was strange though, Eleanor wasn’t usually this talkative. The only people that could ever get her talking were Vanna and Lucas. But they were her best friends, it made sense with them. It didn’t make any sense with David. Maybe it was because she felt bad being a boring host. Yeah. That was probably it. Then again if he was bored he could just leave. She didn’t really care.

“No need to refresh your memory any longer” he said it as if he was about to leave, but he stayed where he was. She raised an eyebrow “oh, yeah?” If there was no need then why was he still sitting on her couch? She slipped the hair tie off her wrist, tying her hair back. “Sucks... to... be... you...” He was obviously high, which was probably a good thing. He seemed much more pleasant when he was high than he did sober. Though, his flirting abilities were suffering a bit. “Not really... if you leave then I can take a nap.” She said, covering her mouth as she yawned. “Dude... I’m tired.” She covered her face with her hands for second before removing them. She stood, putting away her pipe and the rest of her weed. Eleanor walked back into the living room area, sitting on the couch, crossed legged, this time facing David.[/blockquote] [/blockquote]


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David shrugged, ”Oh well, it’s cool… I can easily get another one”

[/color], he said making a mental not to either fuck with Lucas again when Dylan wasn’t around of course or just talk to Casey for a wallet. He hated not possessing a wallet; it felt weird to be honest. He lost money easily and that was such a disappointment, considering he usually bought weed with his cash. He looked at her and frowned, ”Meanie”[/color], he chuckled, ”Touche”[/color]. He had to give it to the girl; that was a pretty clever tactic. It must have been very amusing for her to see David react like that, that was an expression he never gave off.

He was sort of stuck in his seat at the moment; the weed calmed him way too much. He was in absolute chill mode. He looked at her as she tied her hair up; he had to admit it was nice seeing her entire face more clearly. She was really pretty; he had to give himself more credit for tapping that. He shrugged a bit, ”I’ll leave if you want…?”[/color], he looked at her raising a brow; he didn’t want to stay somewhere he wasn’t wanted. To be honest, he didn’t want to go, he didn’t really think his body would be too cooperative either even if he tried to make an exit. But if she wanted to take a nap, he’d leave if she asked. ”Or you can nap right here…”[/color], he said patting his lap with his hand. He sounded like he was joking but he was serious. Hell, he’d probably fall asleep too, weed had a tendency to make people sleepy. And boy was it magical falling asleep while high…

”Or if you think a little round two can wake you up?”[/color], he joked smirking. Hell, maybe he could give her some new memories of him. He was rather different in the sack when he was high, he was much more gentle. He didn’t usually have sex while high though, surprisingly. He did however make out with a girl on multiple occasions while high. But now? He didn’t care what they did, even if they just sat there and talked. Talking wasn’t normally David’s thing, but this girl was pretty interesting, so why the hell not? But if she wanted her beauty rest, he wouldn’t hesitate to leave. He’d run into her again if anything, ”It’s up to you, babe”[/color], he said with a slight smile. He had given her the decision, since it was her bus. He could easily find something else to do, though he did want to spend more time with her for some odd reason. He couldn’t pin point why exactly, but he did.
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”It’s alright, you don’t have to leave” she didn’t really want him to. She was actually enjoying his company now. She laughed at his suggestion, thinking he was joking, though it was rather appealing. She shrugged off the though replying with “no no, it’s perfectly alright,” using slight hand movements. She often spoke with her hands when she was high. She blinked a couple of times, trying to wake herself up a bit. Failing this, she shook her head a bit. So when she heard his second suggestion, she actually considered it. She never really brought people back to the bus. It would be an experience. She wasn’t quite sure where it would take place though. Certainly not on the couch and not in her bunk either. It was the top bunk, and she had enough trouble getting up there with someone while sober, let alone high. “Why don’t we go to the back and see what happens?” Her voice changed. She often spoke with a different tone when she was trying to get into bed with someone. It was a lot slower, more soothing than her usual tone. “There’s a free lower bunk in the back?” she said in the same tone as before.

She waited for a reply before standing and quickly making sure the lower bunk had some sort of bedding. It didn’t, so she transferred her’s from her bunk to the lower one. This took no time at all, and she was back in the living room area in no time. She grabbed David by the hand, pulling him up and dragging him to the back. He was somewhat stuck in place, a result of the weed no doubt. She slid open the curtains to the bunk. The lower bunks were bigger than the upper ones, fitting almost two people. You could also sit up comfortable with quite a bit of room. They’d have to be quite close, but she was sure that it wasn’t that much of a problem.

She pulled him into the bunk and closed the curtains, just in case someone came home. There was still a bit of light coming in through the curtains, giving the effect of dimmed lights. It sort of romantic, which normally would have annoyed the hell out of Eleanor as she definitely was not a romantic person. But in her current state she didn’t really mind. Though, the sober voice in the back of her head was screaming ‘please open the curtains, please’. She opened the curtain a crack letting more light in. Satisfied with current lighting situation she turned back to David, snuggling up to him. It felt kind of strange though, as she wasn’t a cuddling person either. Instead she kissed him, feeling it was probably a better idea than just laying there and waiting for him to do something. They were lying on top of the covers, and Eleanor was pretty sure that they weren’t going to use them. But it was better than the vinyl that covered the mattresses.

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