Who Eston and Pip (oh ho.) What A show followed by...Well. A manly scuffle. Where The lounge then the hall outside the lounge When After Pip's show tonight Rating/status PG-13 / Complete!
The show was done and Pip was anxious to get himself back to the cabin, grab his happy hubby and head out celebrating, his video coming out so well. Yet something was putting a damper on his party plans and that something was a giggling, fool of a man who was obviously stoned on something, high as a kite, and his back up musician.
"Eston, what the Hell?" Pip said at the end of the show, walking up to the man and speaking in a hush voice, his tone angry though his eyes were slightly concerned, "What is your problem?" He did not appreciate Eston showing up like he was, there was no doubt about that.
Eston was not just simply dressed down, he was wearing a white undershirt, black leather pants, black steel toed boots and completely unfit for the show. He'd not toss out the entire night all together, not with bad attire but maybe laughing it up with the crowd a bit too much. Enough that he'd gotten a nasty glare from Pip. Those eyes had been fixed on him the entire night and he continued to play with the audience, oh, just like he was now.
Sitting down on the edge of the stage, he took a cigarette from a girl and lit it, just as Pip closed in on him. "Thank you love," he chirped and handed her back the lighter. Turning to Pip, who was -as far as he could tell - furious like a bull that'd seen red and standing far too close to him. Lazily leaning back on one hand, he propped a leg up and took a long drag. He considered blowing it in Pip's face, oh wouldn't that be just smashing to see that reaction. Instead, he made some O's and pointed through one with his cigarette.
"Bet you can't fit your dick in that," he snickered.
Pip took a breath. Then another. And then grabbed the cigarette and snapped it in two.
So. There.
"Eston, this is unprofessional," He said in a lowered voice, standing close to the man so he didn't have to speak up, "And you know better. What the Hell is your problem?" He had Trystan to get home to, yet he was here, trying to work out what had went wrong for Eston to be acting like he was.
Well, that was just bloody rude, wasn't it?
"Oh--" he mocked a frown and sat up a bit, one hand slipping around to Pip's rear and casually pulling him in. "Oh and so is your proximity," he scolded, tipping his chin up to an earlob. "That wasn't very nice," he whispered and drew back, covering his mouth to wipe the grin off his face.
Pip rolled his eyes as he was pulled into Eston, his scowl anything but amused, "Neither is your smell, Eston," Pip commented as he stepped back, shaking his head, "Are you okay? What is this? What are-" He leaned in, again lowering his voice, "What are you on?"
He ignored the smell comment. "Nothing that nature didn't intent," he rebuffed, looking around Pip to find the girl that had only moments ago given him a cigarette. She was gone, obviously figuring that there was a confrontation going on and Eston leaned back again before sliding back on the stage and getting up. "Where's my coat, I'm going for a swim. We're finished here yes?" he asked Pip without looking back.
"A swim? Do you have a death wish?" Pip shook his head, "No. Let me take you back to your room, so you don't drown," Pip got on the stage once more and moved over to take hold of Eston's arm, "I am so not mourning you, cowboy. Come on. Let me take you home," And then go back to Trystan and apologize for being late, of course.
Eston's arm evaded Pip's, grabbing for his trench coat and he pulled the heavy leather over his shoulders, leaving the instruments out for the time. Oh he'd be back to put them away. Right after his swim. "Oh no, the only death wish I have is to be shot before I have to see another one of your videos accentuating your lips with gloss. Really Pip, did you think anyone would honestly remember those words? I don't even remember the tune, that's how much of an impact it had on me." Oh, was he venting? You damn well better believe it.
Jumping down off the stage, Eston hit a nearby table and nearly toppled it. He clumsily steadied it before turning around and bumping directlyinto that girl again. Oh! look, and she gave him another two in condolences to the death of his first.
Pip bulked over that, "You think I give a damn what you think about my video?" Even if he did, he was not going to let Eston know that, "I don't. What do you know? You, who is getting high and wasted before a show, so professional," He watched the man jump down, cursing softly as he toppled the table nearly, getting down to make sure he was okay and scowling at the stupid girl. What the Hell was her problem?
"Eston, for God's sake, just, let me help you."
"What room?" he asked the girl before casting a grin at Pip. "Oh right, yes, that deck, I'll see you there later." Don't wait up, his eyes rosed up suggestively. He came onto women as badly as he came onto men and the likelihood of ending up in her cabin later was very high. Turning around and walking backwards, he waved at her with the lighter he stole from her and lite his cigarette. In another switft turn, he wrecklessly bumped into a waitress with a stack of glasses and she dropped her tray. The spray of wet glass went everywhere but Eston was already half way out the door by the time anyone reacted.
Well, anyone but Pip, who got some of the glass on him, as well as the alcohol. Great. "Eston!" Pip stumbled over the wet carpet as he trotted after the man, on the verge of giving up but yet still wanting to help him. He didn't want Eston to get hurt, even if he really disliked the man at times.
But he had a head start, and Pip sighed, looking down at his shirt, at the slight cut he got on the edge of his hand from the wet glass. And it was a bit too much like dating Eston.
He stopped, shaking his head, calling after the man.
"If you die, I'm telling everyone you loved the video!"
That stopped him. Not only did he stop, he whipped around and walked straight back down the hallway, making a beeline for Pip. He pulled the cigarette out after a long drag and held in the smoke before turning hsi head and blowing it out beside pip's head. That's when he started laughing. "That was the worse video you've ever done." That would mean he watched other ones? Were there other ones? Uh oh.
Pip tilted his head as the man walked back toward him, and his eyes narrowed. And perhaps it was childish, and perhaps it was an over reaction, but Pip went with his instinct and shoved Eston. Hard. Both hands on the man's chest as he pushed him back from him, scoffing.
"Fuck you."
Eston stumbled back two steps and put the cigarette back into his mouth, pointing at Pip suspiciously. "Did you just call me cowboy back there?" he asked. He snorted twice before it broke into half laughs at the exhale of every breath and he stood upright, dusting off his shoulders. He stepped towards Pip, a hand firmly gripping his shoulder as he mocked trying to stifle another laugh. That was when his fist connected with flesh.
"Yeah, what of it?" Pip shrugged and shook his head, sighing as Eston seemed to have some sort of coughing/laughing fit, and he glared at him as he put his hand on his shoulder, "Eston, I-Jesus!" And then he was being punched! What! Pip was so surprised, it landed squarely on his jaw and he was stumbling backwards, hand going to his jaw, "Oh my God, you did not just punch me!" He cried out.
And then launched himself at Eston, fist aiming for whatever he could hit, because there was no way he wasn't getting a punch in, too.
Eston stumbled back on unsteady feet, laugher spilling from his lips until Pip jumped him. The hit struck him hard and he wipped his head to the side, but came back as though he hadn't felt it. What a trip! The smug smile was still in place and he clucked at Pip, grabbing hard at his neck, steadying him for another blow.
"Fuck, Eston!" They were drawing a crowd as he tried to squirm away but he got caught on the edge of his cheek, brow furrowing at the pain and probably shiner he was going to get, "Damn it!" He grabbed at Eston's shirt and tugged at him before his leg just stuck out and went to trip the man to try and stop the blows for a minute.
Eston fell, toppling in the hallway and hitting his head down on the baseboard, Pip practically on top of him. That hurt plenty, bringing Pip down with him and his arm reached out to brush iPip aside and help himself to get his feet. Slowly. Not quite up to the speed he was before, Eston managed to use the wall to push himself to his feet, though he did stumble down the hallway three paces before righting himself. His unsteady walk had him go from one wall to the other, down the hallway. Definitly in the mood to swim.
"Fuck!" Pip cried out as he was brought to the floor as well, and he got up before Eston, ready to be attacked again and just finding the man stumbling away, "Eston!" He groaned out, hand rubbing at his cheek, "I swear to God, if you drown..." He had nothing to say, watching the man unsteadily make his way down the hall as he leaned to the wall himself, huffing out a few breathes, glancing to the people gathering around, "Nothing more to see here," He waved a hand and sighed as a few people took pictures. Great.
"I won't drown," Eston waved behind him dismissively. He was a great swimmer, a fantastic lover, a beautiful musician - okay he couldn't sing if his bloody life depended on it - one hell of a personality (okay, now he was stretching it). Pressing the button to the elevator, it was then that he realized he didn't have his cigarette. "Shit," he stood there, patting himself down, looking for the lit one that obviously defied logic and should have been in his pockets. He found an unlit one, waving it at Pip before he slipped into the opening elevators and pressed for higher grounds.