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Who: Kai and Ronin
Where: Local bar
When: 6 months ago

Ronin was on fire. He was on the stage with SMH singing his lungs out and having the time of his life. Their song “Sunday Morning” was always a big hit with the local crowd who all seemed to know the words and sing along. The bar was packed and he knew the band would be getting a good cut tonight but that wasn’t why he did this. It simply was pure, unadulterated fun to get caught up in all the excitement and such an ego boost to know he was part of the cause for it. Especially when the girls in the front looked moony-eyed and asked him and his bandmates to marry them or at least go home with them.

They finished the set and Ronin was so high on it all as he set his guitar on its stand and came down off the stage. He was sure that every single part of his body got a once over by someone as he tried to push through the crowd. He was laughing by the time he reached Kai. “I feel so violated every time I leave the stage. So what’s lookin’, good cookin’?” he asked, teasing her.

Kai had been loving the show. She got a lot out of his gigs too. The music, of course, was awesome. But beyond that, she loved the energy around, she loved seeing him up there on stage, being just as amazing as she knew he could be. She even loved seeing the adoration on the crowd, all wanting a piece of him, even as he made a bee line straight to her. She saw the usual glares, or disappointed looks shot in her direction, even as she gave Ronin's admirers a friendly smile and wave over his shoulder as she gave him a hug. She giggled at his teasing, and grinned at him. “Don't worry, I'll protect you,” she told him first. “And you were amazing as usual, of course!” she added, as one particularly pushy girl practically shoved her way between the two of them, her back to Kai.

( Sometimes When I'm Drinking... )

who: Kai and Ronin
where: Kai's house
when: years ago

It was late morning on a Sunday, and she didn't actually have anything to do that day so she let herself sleep in. By the time Kai ghosted silently into her living room, with a bowl of cereal. She arched a brow as she saw Ronin there, crashed out and snoring softly on her couch. He'd only managed to get one boot off, it seemed, and the other was tipped over on it's side on the floor. Smirking to herself, she got the remote, walked around the coffee table, then dropped directly down onto his stomach, propping her Cthulhu slipper clad feet up the coffee table as she flicked the tv on, as if he weren't there at all.

Ronin was enjoying his sleep as he usually did. Sleep was a good thing. They were almost as close as he and Kai. She was prettier, of course. He always reassured her of that. But at this point, he was completely immersed in some form of mildly euphoric dream state and very much in no hurry to leave sleep behind. Until he was suddenly exploded into reality as everything on the inside attempted to expel itself onto the outside and a heavy weight was left in its wake. Well, not so heavy, but he protested loudly. “What the hell, Kai?” he grumped and shoved at her elbow.
( have a song title and a photoshoot! )

Who: Adam and Kyle
Where: A diner in NYC
When: flashback - 5 months ago, night

The next time Kyle walked into the diner when Adam was working, he was soaked to the skin. It was dark, cold and very definitely raining. Kyle had been wandering the streets for a couple of hours regardless. Harry had told him to make himself scarce, which meant that he couldn't go home. So, he'd wandered for a while, until the rain became too heavy.

The diner was just as dead. The weather had kept people at home which meant Adam was bored out of his mind. It was warm in the diner though, bright lights and grill keeping it that way. Adam was mopping, which he hated, but what else could he do to avoid it? When the door chimed he glanced that way and grinned at first sight of the guy only wound up frowning. "You're drenched."

( call it quits, or get a grip )

Who: Adam and Kyle
Where: A diner in NYC
When: flashback - six months ago, evening

Adam’s boss reminded him that he shouldn’t be hungover when he showed up for his shift that started at five, but in his defense, he was still coming down off his last high and hungover from the night before. It didn’t help that it was a slow night at the diner, very few customers and just too long of Adam leaning on the counter, sipping on coffee to stay awake and ease the headache that after the sun had gone down had started to ease. He had a plate of fries too, nibbling at them idly as he watched the door, hoping someone would show up so he could do more than keep filling the cup of coffee that the guy in the corner booth had ordered and would likely give him a few cents tip for. You would think that it was freezing outside, when in reality it wasn’t a bad night, warm enough for Adam to be in just a t-shirt that he realized after he’d gotten to work wasn’t his and was a tiny bit too tight, and didn’t quite reach the top of his jeans.

( a chance encounter )