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Bubble Party
Aug. 2nd, 2021 08:57 pmFor Nexus prompt: 1. "You could stand to be the responsible one, for once."
Joe was not responsible in the least as he was now hearing Weird yelling from outside his hotel room about the latest escapade from him and Aarne. What the hell was responsibility anyway? The bassist and his Finnish lover had just somehow filled the whole hotel corridor with copious amounts of bubbles. Lots of bubbles. Everywhere. They were overflowing from their bathroom and had entirely filled their bedroom too. The real story how this happened?
Lots of strawberry scented bubble bath. Loads of it which had been brought in by Billy and Rik no doubt. They were in on the prank too which had now escalated out of proportion. Joe giggling loudly with the bubbles up to his knees as he stood in the corridor hearing Weird yell at Aarne. The Fin just standing there blowing bubbles at the bassist to try to calm him down. Joe now diving into the bubbly mess headfirst, poking his head up as he went to greet his Fin.
"What's all the noise? It's only a few bubbles, Weird. Don't be such a grandpa! This is fun!"
Joe grabbed some bubbles and blew them into the other bassist's face because it was a riot. Billy was now grabbing a load of bubbles and shoving them onto Rik's head. Of course. Where was poor Bonne during all of this? Hopefully the rat was nice and safe away from the sea of scented bubbles. Jesus, what would Tom say about all of this? He'd shout louder than Weird that was for sure. Joe and Aarne's prank wouldn't go down well with Stardust's old man that was for sure. How were they to get rid of all the bubbles?
"Room service can fix all of this. They've got cleaners. It's all cool."
Yeah. All cool. Right. Weird just rolled his eyes and shut his hotel door, fed up of the irresponsible attitude of Joe and Aarne. Bloody crazy the both of them. Then, an idea entered the drunk and high bassist's head.
"BUBBLE PARTY! We could all bubble surf. Let's do this!"
Of course. Joe giggled and yanked on Aarne's hand, pulling him into a large pile of bubbles and laughing. This wouldn't end well of course because it was 2am in the morning and some were trying to sleep. Mick Ronno being one of them. He had drunk too much Scandinavian booze the day before and was hungover like hell. The door swung open and immediately the blond guitarist's legs got engulfed in bubbles.
"What the bloody hell? Hey---Romeo and Juliet? Keep it down will you I'm trying to sleep with a sore head!"
Bubbles? Whatever next. Groaning and out of it, Mick just went back inside his room and went back to bed. The bubbles be damned. Joe ran up to Mick and Ziggy's room, knocking on the door like a crazy person, laughing and totally having fun in his own way. Responsibility? What was that again?
Joe was not responsible in the least as he was now hearing Weird yelling from outside his hotel room about the latest escapade from him and Aarne. What the hell was responsibility anyway? The bassist and his Finnish lover had just somehow filled the whole hotel corridor with copious amounts of bubbles. Lots of bubbles. Everywhere. They were overflowing from their bathroom and had entirely filled their bedroom too. The real story how this happened?
Lots of strawberry scented bubble bath. Loads of it which had been brought in by Billy and Rik no doubt. They were in on the prank too which had now escalated out of proportion. Joe giggling loudly with the bubbles up to his knees as he stood in the corridor hearing Weird yell at Aarne. The Fin just standing there blowing bubbles at the bassist to try to calm him down. Joe now diving into the bubbly mess headfirst, poking his head up as he went to greet his Fin.
"What's all the noise? It's only a few bubbles, Weird. Don't be such a grandpa! This is fun!"
Joe grabbed some bubbles and blew them into the other bassist's face because it was a riot. Billy was now grabbing a load of bubbles and shoving them onto Rik's head. Of course. Where was poor Bonne during all of this? Hopefully the rat was nice and safe away from the sea of scented bubbles. Jesus, what would Tom say about all of this? He'd shout louder than Weird that was for sure. Joe and Aarne's prank wouldn't go down well with Stardust's old man that was for sure. How were they to get rid of all the bubbles?
"Room service can fix all of this. They've got cleaners. It's all cool."
Yeah. All cool. Right. Weird just rolled his eyes and shut his hotel door, fed up of the irresponsible attitude of Joe and Aarne. Bloody crazy the both of them. Then, an idea entered the drunk and high bassist's head.
"BUBBLE PARTY! We could all bubble surf. Let's do this!"
Of course. Joe giggled and yanked on Aarne's hand, pulling him into a large pile of bubbles and laughing. This wouldn't end well of course because it was 2am in the morning and some were trying to sleep. Mick Ronno being one of them. He had drunk too much Scandinavian booze the day before and was hungover like hell. The door swung open and immediately the blond guitarist's legs got engulfed in bubbles.
"What the bloody hell? Hey---Romeo and Juliet? Keep it down will you I'm trying to sleep with a sore head!"
Bubbles? Whatever next. Groaning and out of it, Mick just went back inside his room and went back to bed. The bubbles be damned. Joe ran up to Mick and Ziggy's room, knocking on the door like a crazy person, laughing and totally having fun in his own way. Responsibility? What was that again?
Boys will be boys
Jul. 26th, 2021 06:17 pmJoe was already topping up Mick's empty glass with Akvavit as he knew the blond had to be thirsty. They were busy talking about their lovers and so far Ronno had spoken about the Spiders and he met Ziggy. Now both men were delving deeper into the lewd nature of having such sexy lovers as Aarne and Ziggy. The blond guitarist now well and truly smashed because his fair features were tinged with a nice pink and Joe was hammered as always. The Akvavit he'd been given by Aarne was already at the halfway mark on the bottle.
"So, is it true that you love pussy as much as everyone says, Ronno?"
The bassist slumping down onto the bed next to Mick, pouring more booze into his own glass and near slugging the whole thing down in one coughing slightly. The blond just giggling and staring at his fellow Brit, nodding and grinning like a Cheshire cat. Oh, did he love pussy.
"It's true, mate. I fucking love Ziggy's cunt. Eating it out, fingering it, fucking it. You name it. I can't get enough of it."
Mick gulped down more Akvavit and felt a familiar wave of heat wash across his body. Shit. Was he getting overheated again? The Scandi booze seemed to be working it's way through his veins as he pulled off his jacket and pants, leaving himself in his black boxers. Nothing wrong with that. Joe just stared and then started laughing loudly, poking Mick's chest with a finger.
"Fuck, Ronno! Don't let Aarne walk in now otherwise he might think something dodgy is going on. You getting too hot?"
Joe, however, seemed to be alright so far and maybe it was because the bassist had a higher tolerance for booze and drugs than Mick. He was always smashed out of his head on more than one occasion. Make that every occasion.
"Aarne is so fucking hot. As in REALLY HOT. I love every inch of him. His hair, his legs, his smile, his ass. Everything. Our girls are smoking hot, Ronno. Seriously. We're lucky fuckers for sure."
Mick nodded in agreement as he sipped his Akvavit a little more slowly but still feeling the fire heat his veins and burn his stomach. Would he be feeling like utter shit in the morning? Oh yes. But then so would Joe. Surely the bassist would be retching and puking all through the night just like anyone else. He wasn't a Scandi so maybe he'd feel rough too? Joe pulled a bag of coke out of his jacket pocket and waved it under Mick's nose.
"Want a snort, mate? Don't worry, you can snort it off the table here. No kinky shit with me. That's for my peachy ass."
The bassist giggled as he drew out two lines and snorted his own quickly giggling and then screaming loudly so that all the hotel could hear. Fucking hell! Mick just stared wide-eyed and wondering what the fuck Joe had been drinking or taking all day. More than just the coke it seemed. Maybe he'd popped pills with that crazy Fin. Who the fuck knew. Taking his own line, Mick sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the slow build of euphoria as the drug worked it's course.
"Do you have to be so fucking loud? Half the hotel heard you just then. Fuck knows what everyone will think of us in here getting smashed out of our melons on this Scandi shit and snorting coke."
Joe grinned and then kissed Mick on the nose just to see what his reaction would be. It was just to tease the other man more than anything since Joe was high as a kite and wanting to cause chaos. Mick just spluttered into his drink and then blushed even deeper.
"Don't go kissing on me, mate. Save that for your long-legged crazy Fin. I'm sure he'll want your cock tonight."
This was a sure thing of course. When did Aarne not want the Brit's cock? Joe just giggled, jumping off the bed and banging on the wall, hoping to piss off Hunter and his tart. God. What a night it was going to be. Mick just rolled his eyes and then got up, feeling his legs wobble slightly. Fuck. The booze. Joe turned and saw the shaky guitarist as he went to grab Mick, holding him up. Even high he didn't want his friend hurt.
"Careful, honey! You might fall over and smash your face on the phone over here."
The phone being on the table closest to the wall where Joe was now banging his palm against and laughing very loudly. Mick pulled himself free of Joe and giggled at the chaos. What would Hunter and Gilly do? The tart would probably bang on their door any minute now complaining about the noise. This was Joe's room so what the fuck did the bassist and drummer get up to inside. Mick didn't want to know.
"Come on, mate. Let's sit down back on the bed, eh? No need to wake the neighbours. Tart will bitch at you otherwise."
Joe pouted then jumped back onto the bed, slumping onto the mattress, guzzling down more booze. He then offered Mick a cheeky stare as the guitarist sat back down onto the bed himself. He felt drunk. Very drunk. How was Joe? Well, he was fucked basically but he was used to it.
"Why don't we yell cock and pussy the loudest we can down the corridor? It will be fucking hilarious!"
Of course Joe suggested this. Mick just looked at him and giggled but shook his head. No, that would just piss everyone off, even the punks and Tom. Riling Tom up was never a good idea. But, could the bassist be stopped? That might be more difficult since Mick couldn't walk so well right now. He was smashed and legless. Literally.
"No, mate. Let's not."
Joe pouted again and tapped Mick on his nose with a finger. What was it with Joe and Mick's nose? The blond shoved the hand away and then watched Joe jump up and pull the door open and run out into the corridor. Oh god. He was going to do it.
"PUSSY! COCK!"
Mick just face-palmed and then couldn't help but let out a laugh because it was funny. Stupid and moronic craziness but fucking hilarious at the same time. This was just the first night of drinking with Joe. What would the next few nights be like?
"So, is it true that you love pussy as much as everyone says, Ronno?"
The bassist slumping down onto the bed next to Mick, pouring more booze into his own glass and near slugging the whole thing down in one coughing slightly. The blond just giggling and staring at his fellow Brit, nodding and grinning like a Cheshire cat. Oh, did he love pussy.
"It's true, mate. I fucking love Ziggy's cunt. Eating it out, fingering it, fucking it. You name it. I can't get enough of it."
Mick gulped down more Akvavit and felt a familiar wave of heat wash across his body. Shit. Was he getting overheated again? The Scandi booze seemed to be working it's way through his veins as he pulled off his jacket and pants, leaving himself in his black boxers. Nothing wrong with that. Joe just stared and then started laughing loudly, poking Mick's chest with a finger.
"Fuck, Ronno! Don't let Aarne walk in now otherwise he might think something dodgy is going on. You getting too hot?"
Joe, however, seemed to be alright so far and maybe it was because the bassist had a higher tolerance for booze and drugs than Mick. He was always smashed out of his head on more than one occasion. Make that every occasion.
"Aarne is so fucking hot. As in REALLY HOT. I love every inch of him. His hair, his legs, his smile, his ass. Everything. Our girls are smoking hot, Ronno. Seriously. We're lucky fuckers for sure."
Mick nodded in agreement as he sipped his Akvavit a little more slowly but still feeling the fire heat his veins and burn his stomach. Would he be feeling like utter shit in the morning? Oh yes. But then so would Joe. Surely the bassist would be retching and puking all through the night just like anyone else. He wasn't a Scandi so maybe he'd feel rough too? Joe pulled a bag of coke out of his jacket pocket and waved it under Mick's nose.
"Want a snort, mate? Don't worry, you can snort it off the table here. No kinky shit with me. That's for my peachy ass."
The bassist giggled as he drew out two lines and snorted his own quickly giggling and then screaming loudly so that all the hotel could hear. Fucking hell! Mick just stared wide-eyed and wondering what the fuck Joe had been drinking or taking all day. More than just the coke it seemed. Maybe he'd popped pills with that crazy Fin. Who the fuck knew. Taking his own line, Mick sighed and closed his eyes, enjoying the slow build of euphoria as the drug worked it's course.
"Do you have to be so fucking loud? Half the hotel heard you just then. Fuck knows what everyone will think of us in here getting smashed out of our melons on this Scandi shit and snorting coke."
Joe grinned and then kissed Mick on the nose just to see what his reaction would be. It was just to tease the other man more than anything since Joe was high as a kite and wanting to cause chaos. Mick just spluttered into his drink and then blushed even deeper.
"Don't go kissing on me, mate. Save that for your long-legged crazy Fin. I'm sure he'll want your cock tonight."
This was a sure thing of course. When did Aarne not want the Brit's cock? Joe just giggled, jumping off the bed and banging on the wall, hoping to piss off Hunter and his tart. God. What a night it was going to be. Mick just rolled his eyes and then got up, feeling his legs wobble slightly. Fuck. The booze. Joe turned and saw the shaky guitarist as he went to grab Mick, holding him up. Even high he didn't want his friend hurt.
"Careful, honey! You might fall over and smash your face on the phone over here."
The phone being on the table closest to the wall where Joe was now banging his palm against and laughing very loudly. Mick pulled himself free of Joe and giggled at the chaos. What would Hunter and Gilly do? The tart would probably bang on their door any minute now complaining about the noise. This was Joe's room so what the fuck did the bassist and drummer get up to inside. Mick didn't want to know.
"Come on, mate. Let's sit down back on the bed, eh? No need to wake the neighbours. Tart will bitch at you otherwise."
Joe pouted then jumped back onto the bed, slumping onto the mattress, guzzling down more booze. He then offered Mick a cheeky stare as the guitarist sat back down onto the bed himself. He felt drunk. Very drunk. How was Joe? Well, he was fucked basically but he was used to it.
"Why don't we yell cock and pussy the loudest we can down the corridor? It will be fucking hilarious!"
Of course Joe suggested this. Mick just looked at him and giggled but shook his head. No, that would just piss everyone off, even the punks and Tom. Riling Tom up was never a good idea. But, could the bassist be stopped? That might be more difficult since Mick couldn't walk so well right now. He was smashed and legless. Literally.
"No, mate. Let's not."
Joe pouted again and tapped Mick on his nose with a finger. What was it with Joe and Mick's nose? The blond shoved the hand away and then watched Joe jump up and pull the door open and run out into the corridor. Oh god. He was going to do it.
"PUSSY! COCK!"
Mick just face-palmed and then couldn't help but let out a laugh because it was funny. Stupid and moronic craziness but fucking hilarious at the same time. This was just the first night of drinking with Joe. What would the next few nights be like?
OC for the Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust
Name: Joe "Burn Them All"
Age: 25
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Height: 6"
Weight: 190lbs Muscular and tall
Ethnicity: English (South London accent)
Guitar of Choice: Schecter Sixx Bass Guitar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual with a preference for boys.
Profession: Bassist, songwriter, photographer, fashion designer, motorcycle enthusiast.
Distinguishing marks: Has a tattoo of the words "Eat me" up his left bicep and one saying "WTF" up his forearm. Has a small two inch scar just above his belly button from being stabbed at school by a bully.
Abilities/talents:
Joe is a skilled bassist as well as being a keen photographer, taking photos in his spare time to document where he's been and who he's met. He also likes taking "trashy memory" shots of the drunken or high times with his band mates. As well as amateur shots he's also done some wedding photography and music events as a side line job. The man often takes his camera out if he knows he'll get some good shots. Joe is also an amateur fashion designer, often designing his unique punk/glam look for the stage. He's also helped design many of the Hell's Angels outfits too including Viktor's rebellious punk image. Joe is also a keen motorcyclist and loves revving his bike up and riding around with his band mates. He can also perform mechanical repairs.
Personality:
A rather loud and excitable man, Joe is the life of any party and loves getting into trouble and causing shit shows. It's part of his personality which cause Viktor to pick him to the the "trashy bassist." Joe is also a loving and caring man underneath all of the trashy image he often comes across as. He'd pick a fight if someone was threatening his band mates and friends, being able to swing a punch with his strong arms. A lot of the time he can be reckless and enjoys getting into crazy situations with his band mates.
Background:
Joe came from a normal working-class background and was often the bad boy in school, causing chaos were he went. His parents pretty much gave up trying to control Joe since he was at a young age because their son was often uncontrollable. He rebelled at every corner and didn't like people telling him what to do. He enjoyed music lessons at school and physical education because he got to expel his excess energy outside. His parents bought him his first bass guitar at 13.
He did eventually go to art and music college though after he left school and started a photography degree as well as learning his bass guitar skills. Unfortunately, he was expelled due to the fact he took pornographic photos of his fellow students when they were all smashed and high. Substance misuse was also another reason why Joe got kicked out of art college. He bummed around for around a year or two until he got into taking photos for weddings and other live events. After a few years of this he eventually joined Viktor's band the Hell's Angels and became their bassist.
The People:
Band mates; Viktor![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
hellfire_andfury Billy shutyour_frettingmouth and Zack bangingthe_hellouttayou
Name: Joe "Burn Them All"
Age: 25
Eyes: Green
Hair: Black
Height: 6"
Weight: 190lbs Muscular and tall
Ethnicity: English (South London accent)
Guitar of Choice: Schecter Sixx Bass Guitar
Gender: Male
Sexuality: Bisexual with a preference for boys.
Profession: Bassist, songwriter, photographer, fashion designer, motorcycle enthusiast.
Distinguishing marks: Has a tattoo of the words "Eat me" up his left bicep and one saying "WTF" up his forearm. Has a small two inch scar just above his belly button from being stabbed at school by a bully.
Abilities/talents:
Joe is a skilled bassist as well as being a keen photographer, taking photos in his spare time to document where he's been and who he's met. He also likes taking "trashy memory" shots of the drunken or high times with his band mates. As well as amateur shots he's also done some wedding photography and music events as a side line job. The man often takes his camera out if he knows he'll get some good shots. Joe is also an amateur fashion designer, often designing his unique punk/glam look for the stage. He's also helped design many of the Hell's Angels outfits too including Viktor's rebellious punk image. Joe is also a keen motorcyclist and loves revving his bike up and riding around with his band mates. He can also perform mechanical repairs.
Personality:
A rather loud and excitable man, Joe is the life of any party and loves getting into trouble and causing shit shows. It's part of his personality which cause Viktor to pick him to the the "trashy bassist." Joe is also a loving and caring man underneath all of the trashy image he often comes across as. He'd pick a fight if someone was threatening his band mates and friends, being able to swing a punch with his strong arms. A lot of the time he can be reckless and enjoys getting into crazy situations with his band mates.
Background:
Joe came from a normal working-class background and was often the bad boy in school, causing chaos were he went. His parents pretty much gave up trying to control Joe since he was at a young age because their son was often uncontrollable. He rebelled at every corner and didn't like people telling him what to do. He enjoyed music lessons at school and physical education because he got to expel his excess energy outside. His parents bought him his first bass guitar at 13.
He did eventually go to art and music college though after he left school and started a photography degree as well as learning his bass guitar skills. Unfortunately, he was expelled due to the fact he took pornographic photos of his fellow students when they were all smashed and high. Substance misuse was also another reason why Joe got kicked out of art college. He bummed around for around a year or two until he got into taking photos for weddings and other live events. After a few years of this he eventually joined Viktor's band the Hell's Angels and became their bassist.
The People:
Band mates; Viktor
hellfire_andfury Billy shutyour_frettingmouth and Zack bangingthe_hellouttayou
