Here we are now, entertain us//one on one (open)

Maybe in the coffee shop where Viggo works?

Ooh yeah, that could work. Should I do a starter, or do you want to?

It's all you homie

(Aight)

Damien had only just walked into the cafe, a small bundle of flyers in his arms as he kept the ends of his jacket wrapped around his torso. It was sunny, much to his enjoyment, but of course it just had to be windier than hell. He had barely managed to staple a flyer outside before making his way inside. He was squinting still as he went inside, his hair a windswept disaster as he jammed the remaining few flyers in his pockets so he could fix it. He blew a stray strand of hair out of his face a bit dramatically, pulling off his sunglasses and clipping them to the collar of his dull green shirt, the words “Make art, not war” peeking out from beneath his jacket

Viggo carelessly ran a hand through his hair as he called out another drink. The rush that had just ended had almost knocked him on his ass, but thankfully he managed to keep afloat. He sat back for a moment, leaning against the counter, and observed the number of people that were still milling about the cafe. His gaze snagged on a guy that just walked in looking like the wind as egregiously assaulted him. He was carrying flyers, which he shoved into his pocket, which naturally made Viggo curious. Eyes flicking from the cafe's pin board to the newcomer, Viggo wondered if he was going to put one of his flyers up. He stepped back up to the register and raising an eyebrow he asked, "What can I get you?"

Damien looked up when he heard someone talking, and after a brief moment he cracked a smile at the guy at the counter. “Oh, hi. Yeah, I’ll take a caramel macchiato, like two extra shots,” he said before swearing as he dropped a flyer or two on the ground when they slipped from his pocket. He picked them up again, though he only stashed one. “Hey, you mind if I put one of these up? We’re advertising for our band,” he said as he gestured with the flashy-looking flyer

Viggo whipped out his sharpie and quickly marked up the guy's cup with the proper coding for his drink. He gestured to the pin board with the end of his pen. "Sure, sure. Right over there." He hesitated for a moment, spinning the cup in his hands. "Are–Do you guys have a show coming up?" He internally kicked himself for changing his question at the last moment.

“Nah, not until we get a drummer. Last one bailed out, got in a fight with one of the other guys. So now we’re looking around. Why, you interested?” Damien asked, cocking a brow as he flashed him a lopsided grin. He went to put the flyer up, but hesitated just a little as he looked back at the guy, just to tease him a little

(Sorry to bug, but are we still doing this?)

(oh dang! yes! I'm sorry I will respond in a sec!)

(It’s okay lmao, I just figured you were busy)

Viggo's eyebrows shot straight up as the other guy spoke. What are the odds that they would be looking for a drummer? Viggo awkwardly rubbed the back of his neck, a shy smile dancing across his lips. "I dabble in…drummery." He said with a little laugh. He'd actually been playing since he was five, but it wasn't the right moment to brag. "Been playing for a few years actually." He continued as he began making the macchiato.

“Yeah? You any good?” Damien asked, keeping that teasing little smirk on his face as he began to lower the flyer he was going to pin up. If he was lucky, this damn search for a new drummer might just be over, and that was great by him. Less time wasted running around putting up flyers and waiting for a call. Even better that this guy was hot, and might be nice to play around with…

Viggo kept focused on the drink. The teasing note in the other guy's voice was enough to get him to blush, but if he kept his face hidden he'd be alright. "I like to think so." He responded as he dolloped a healthy amount of caramel onto the drink. He returned the smirk, holding out the completed drink for the singer to take.

Damien took the drink from him happily, taking a sip before flashing Viggo a pointy-toothed grin. “Mm, thanks love. That hit the spot already,” he teased lightly, resisting the urge to even add a wink. “What do I owe you?” he asked, though he deliberately made it unclear as to whether or not he was talking about money. He would admit, he loved playing with new catches, especially if they might be around for a while

Viggo blinked, momentarily at a loss. What had they been talking about? a blush crept up his cheekbones, but cleared his stunned mind. "Ah–" He cleared his throat. "The drink. Right. Um. Two seventy-five." He stared at the register as if it held all the answers to the universe, trying to buck up the courage to maybe, maybe, ask about the music further.
"And–" Oh shit, what the hell am I doing? "And a spot at try outs?" Confidence is key. Right?

“Mm…Tell you what. I’ll get you a guaranteed spot at tryouts, but to sweeten the deal, the drink is free for a little time at the bar down the street. I like to…get to know our potential new members,” Damien hummed, flashing Viggo a devious, reservation-melting grin as he leaned just shy of seductive on the counter, looking up at the other through long lashes and hooded eyes

Stunned into silence, Viggo couldn't help the goofy smile that spread across his features. Well, shit.
"Yea." He breathed, running a hand through his hair. "I think that'll do it."

Damien all but beamed at Viggo now, and he took a quick sip of his drink before speaking. “Great! How about eight tonight, hm? You need a pickup, or do you just want to meet there? I’m flexible,” he hummed, unable to resist the urge to tease the other like this

(Hey idk if you’ve got extra time or anything but do you wanna do another rp along with this one? I’ve got a new character I’m lowkey dying to use but I don’t want the rp to be joined by someone who can’t write lol)

(I'm down. PM me the deets. I'll see if I have someone that fits.)

Viggo managed to corral his shy nature into something more extroverted, but not without a massive effort. "Nah. I'm off at seven forty-five, so I can just meet you there." He reached out to take Damien's cup and quickly jotted his number along the side. "In case you need directions." He teased as he handed it back.

“Thanks, love. See you then, I’ve gotta run and tell the guys we’ve got an audition here soon,” Damien hummed as he grabbed his cup. “See you tonight,” he called, winking at Viggo as he made his way out the door

(Aight, gimme a few tho)

Viggo stared at the door after Damien left, rubbing the back of his neck stressfully. "What in the world just happened?" He muttered to himself. He wasn't going to knock fate though, this was the best opportunity he had to get back into music in awhile. No way would he let it slip through his fingers.

(Should we do a skip?)

(yea probably. unless you want to do a scene between damien and his bandmates)

(Nah, I kinda wanna wait until later to introduce them)

(no problemo! works for me)

(Would u mind doing a quick starter? I’m a lil brain dead lmao)

(Sure sure. One moment)

Viggo's hair was hopeless by the end of his shift and he faintly smelled of matcha, but regardless of all this he marched somewhat confidently to Patsy's, the bar down the street that Damien had indicated. It was crowded already with smiling patrons and Viggo felt himself relaxing the tiniest bit. It wasn't a date just a hang out to see if he had a chance to get into the band. He exhaled his worries as he made his way to the bar counter.