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Erik von Brandt 🔥 Roy Mustang (burningitout) wrote in thereincarnates,
@ 2015-11-24 21:59:00

Entry tags:

andy lang, david ryan, erik von brandt, finley melville, gabriele whistler, holly strange, mark scott, riley kingston, shae holloway, violet ward

Who: Erik von Brandt & OPEN
What: PARTY THREAD. If Erik has to turn thirty, he’s doing it with a bang.
Where: The Capitol Club, Los Angeles, CA
When: Forward dated to Wednesday, November 25; evening
Warnings: Let’s go with ‘expect anything’.

Erik wasn’t a complicated man.

Actually, that was a lie. Erik was a very complicated man, but he did a good job of pretending that he wasn’t. It helped that the superficial layer of rock star out looking for a good time wasn’t completely off base, even if it wasn’t all there was to him. For the night, though, it was the only part that mattered, because Erik had invited anyone who wanted to come to a party at the Capitol Club, and he was hoping that the turnout wouldn’t be disappointing. He was also hoping for at least some nice legs in short skirts, but hey, he’d live if he didn’t get everything he wanted for his birthday. Look, it didn’t hurt to ask, did it? He wasn’t forcing anyone into a miniskirt.

He might have pregamed a little before he’d headed to the club, but it had only been a few beers. Good, strong, German beer, but still just beer. Just enough to get him started before he stuck with whatever selection of beer the club itself might have had. Hey, he didn’t remember what a place had on tap, from visit to visit, especially if he hadn’t made it there in a while. It wasn’t long after the place had opened for the night that he walked in the door, grinning and ready to be the life of the party, as soon as anybody started showing up. His bandmates, of course, were expected to be there, because Erik would give them shit about it for a few months, until he came across something else to give them shit for, if they didn’t show up. You might think that wasn’t much, but Erik was pretty good at being a giant pain in the ass, if he really wanted to be. It was a gift.

Just to get the night kicked off on the right foot, Erik started off by buying a round for all of the early birds that were there with him, and raising his pint glass of dark ale to them all. “To thirty, the year where you’re supposed to magically be a real adult!” He didn’t stick around at the bar long, though. He had people to mingle with, and someone whose drinks he’d already promised to take care of for the night. Erik von Brandt was a man of his word.

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Re: Erik/Holly

burningitout
2015-11-30 01:24 am UTC (link)

The fact that Holly was checking him out didn't exactly make Erik feel self-conscious. He might have been thirty, but he was still damn good looking. You had to be, to be successful in the music industry. He might not be front and center on stage, but you could bet that if he didn't stay hot, it would be all over the internet in no time. That was what being famous was like, after all. Everyone had something to say about whether you gained a few pounds. Erik wasn't about to, anyway; believe it or not, he was well aware that there was always the possibility of trouble starting, and he wanted to be in good enough shape to keep up, if it did.

Gentleman was the furthest from the usual description of Erik that he'd ever heard, but he didn't argue about it. He could play gentleman for the night, if she really wanted him to, but somehow Erik didn't think that was the direction this thing was actually going. If Holly had wanted a gentleman, she wouldn't have have gone for him in the first place. Everyone knew what Erik was like, and no one expected him to actually be a gentleman about it, when it came to what he did with pretty girls.

Physically, he and Holly were a good match, dark-haired, dark-eyed, and pale skinned. They probably made a very attractive couple, walking toward the bar arm in arm. Hey, it was important, whether you looked good with the person you were with, if they were technically your date... and, since he had promised he'd be buying Holly's drinks, and basically asked her to the party on the boards, as far as he was concerned she definitely was.

"So, what's your drink, or are you going to make me guess?" It wasn't like Erik was a pro at guessing a girl's drink, but he could make a good stab at it, sometimes.