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Zillah (eyeslikealtars) wrote in utr_logs,
@ 2008-06-26 10:28:00

Entry tags:

skwisgaar skwigelf (post-dethklok), zillah

Who: Skwisgaar the Elder and Zillah.
What: Zillah's last blowout before he has to be a good boy.
When: Today.
Where: Zillah's house (which is next door to his funeral home) in London.
Warnings: Oh, yes. Sex, possible violence.

Zillah was thrilled that he was going to have a visitor. He supposed that at the end of the day he could have always sold his business and moved back to New Orleans, but without Molochai and Twig around, there was little point. His family was gone, and he wanted to sulk for a while.

But not all the time.

He made sure there were clean sheets on his bed, and set aside two glasses for the bar, humming and putting on some music while waiting for the doorbell to ring.

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goodbettermetal
2008-06-27 01:09 am UTC (link)

The primary difference between Skwisgaar and Zillah was already immediate. The Swede wouldn't have done any preparation and left that up to roadies. That and he brought his own music. Arguably, Zillah was the better host.

The guitarist arrived with his Explorer strapped on his back and a jacket over his otherwise bare chest. He was wearing his usual jeans-and-boots ensemble which he'd adopted once he'd retired, looking ever so much the part of exactly what he was, a retired Rock God. The pockets of his jacket, of course, held primo drugs direct from Columbia.

He pressed the doorbell, half expecting to see someone ugly, short, fat, and slobbish. He never had any high expectations when he was going on what was essentially a booty call.

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eyeslikealtars
2008-06-27 02:08 am UTC (link)

Zillah was short, a byproduct of being about two hundred years older than Skwisgaar, but he was beautiful in a way had that inspired devotion many times during his long life. His eyes were a darker, brighter green than most people's, his frame perfectly muscled without looking intimidating. Zillah's glossy black fingernails pushed ginger-brown hair out out of his face, absentmindedly braiding the purple, green, and gold colored streaks in his hair.

His shirt was off - two guys getting together to do drugs certainly didn't need a dress code - and he was pleased. If the guest's pictures on the forum were any indicator, he wouldn't be bothered by his piercings. The barbells with fitted bone through his nipples gleamed in the dim light, and the safety pins that adorned every rib bone down to his skinny hips were all present and accounted for.

As the doorbell rang, he went to get it, opening the door slowly. He was greeted with a tall rangy body in his doorway, and he smirked broadly, his gaze drifting upward. "Good evening."

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goodbettermetal
2008-06-27 03:48 am UTC (link)

"Ja, dats it is. How is you doing tonight, hn?" He offered his hand, "Skwisgaar Skwigelf." He looked over the other man, brow raised, "So, how borings does it gots to be around here that you start invitings overs a rock star?"

He was amused as he was let in through the door and he looked around, pretty much trying to see what kind of strange new world he'd gotten himself into.

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eyeslikealtars
2008-06-27 03:57 am UTC (link)

Zillah took the offered hand, letting his fingernails run lightly over the other man's wrist, a gesture probably far too intimate for meeting someone for the first time. "Oh, I don't handle boredom well. And rock stars are good company."

The house had been done up in dark wood and tapestries when Zillah had arrived, and he hadn't bothered to take them down. It looked so deliciously like an undertaker's home that he couldn't be bothered to change a thing.

Bowie was on the stereo and Zillah had already filled a pipe with opium and left it on the bar. After pouring himself a glass of Chartruse, he went back to the sofa and laid down, watching his guest.

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goodbettermetal
2008-06-27 04:10 am UTC (link)

Skwisgaar took a seat after a moment, having grabbed the pipe up and brought it with them, "You is has vury nice place, is like... plush and dark and... makes of rich." He slipped down into a sprawl against the front of the couch, setting his guitar aside. Bowie was amiable, decent music - he didn't like the guitar but there was rarely a band in existence that he DID like the guitar.

He ran his fingers across the other man's arm, "You is host, you gets de first hits." He said, offering the pipe to Zillah, before slipping out of his jacket, setting aside the three bags, filled with weed, coke, and heroin. He also had the paraphernalia associated with all three just in case Zillah didn't.

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eyeslikealtars
2008-06-27 04:24 am UTC (link)

"It was like this when I got here. I'm not particularly fond of light, so I left it." He smiled, leaning forward and murmuring in the other man's ear. "Thank you." He took the pipe, pulling a lighter out of his jeans pocket and touching it to the bowl.

After inhaling, he passed the pipe over to Skwisgaar. After taking a generous swig of his drink, he got up and went over to the bar, returning with the bottle and sheets of blotter paper. He set about putting maybe thirty or so tabs into the bottle, swirling it around and examining it to make sure they were dissolved before pouring himself another glass.

"So tell me, Rockstar. Why do you have to be good after this?"

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goodbettermetal
2008-06-27 05:36 am UTC (link)

He watched with moderate, and amused interest as Zillah set in more drugs than most people could handle into the drink, and then made a motion to get a glass for him as well before touching off the opium with his own lighter, taking a deep, long hit of it, holding it, immediately feeling the sensations that opium brought. "I is," he said, exhaling the cloud of white before continuing, "gots a bad hearts. No more drinkings or drugs after dis, at leasts of the sorts I ain't addicted to. I can't does like, all dis stuff no mores afterwards." He had his suspicions about Zillah already - didn't like the light, incredibly pale, moving like someone who had experienced a great deal more than his physical age was.

"You's a vampire." He huffed, wholly amused. He took out another pipe from his jacket and filled it with weed, just as a compliment to the opium and acid-filled Chartruse.

"Dat's metal."

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eyeslikealtars
2008-06-27 05:52 am UTC (link)

Zillah poured Skwisgaar a glass as well, pushing it over. He listened quietly, nodding where he thought it was appropriate and taking a swig of his drink. "That doesn't sound like it would be enjoyable atall."

He swung his body downward to sit next to Skwisgaar, and then blinked and laughed at his observation. "Very clever, especially since I've no fangs. You're not scared?"

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