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

Damien had gotten there early so he could greet Viggo, so when he spotted him from his booth he slid out to go grab him. “Hey, nice to see you didn’t chicken out on me!” he said, grinning as he slung an arm around Viggo’s shoulders. He was a little buzzed already, but he figured it wouldn’t really matter since he was really just there to play around with Viggo

Viggo jumped at the sudden contact. "Well I'm pretty serious about music so…." He shrugged letting the statement dangle between them. He let a grin turn up the corners of his mouth as he carefully disengaged himself from Damien's grasp. "What's your poison?"

“Aw, you’re offering to buy me a drink? I appreciate it, but it’s on me. I asked you here, after all. What do you want?” Damien asked, grinning as he still leaned just a little closely into Viggo’s space. He seemed not to notice or care, however, but at this point was almost about to lean against the other

Arching a brow, Viggo stared at the other man for a moment. Maybe he's just drunk. For some reason that was humorous to him, so he was chuckling a bit under his breath as he said, "Alright. A gin and tonic then. Gotta keep it classy, am I right?"

Damien hummed in agreement, grinning as he ordered Viggo’s drink before getting himself a White Russian just because he could. He turned to Viggo now, that lopsided grin on his face again. “So Viggo…how long have you been playing music, hm?”

Viggo shrugged, not meeting Damien's gaze. He shoved his hands in his pockets, suddenly self conscious. Kinda forgot that this was an interview. "Since I was a kid, but I was more…classically…trained. I've been playing the drums since I was ten or so." He finished his answer with another shrug and a bored grin.

“Yeah? Nice to know you got a little bit of an early start. Our backup singer, Matt, he played drums a little, but not nearly as long as that. Think you’d get along pretty well with the others, though,” Damien chuckled, gratefully taking his drink from the bartender once it was handed to him

Viggo hummed in response, unsure of the validity of Damien's statement because he hadn't met the other band members yet, but he was semi confident in his friendly nature. "How long have you guys been playing?" He asked, taking his own drink from the bartender. How does one keep up a conversation again?

"Mm, hard to say…We all got together just for fun in highschool, but we've been actually putting music out for about five years now. We're really only popular locally, and we've only done two big concerts, but those were parts of music festivals," Damien answered with a little shrug, stretching out before taking another sip of his drink

Viggo nodded as he took a long drink from his glass. The gin burned his throat going down, yet relaxed the rest of his body a bit. It was good to know that they were a rather popular band, even locally, He would hate to join a band that barely had it's foot out the door. "Hey, that's pretty awesome man." He raised his glass a bit in salute. "What happened to your old drummer?"

“He got in a fight with the rhythm guitarist, Matt. Guess the old drummer thought Marx could hook him up with some acid or something but got pissed when he refused. Tried to jump Matt with a couple guys, but Marx knocked the shit out of him,” Damien said, shrugging as he tipped back his glass

Viggo blinked, his eyebrows disappearing into his hair line. So they're one of those bands… He chuckled a little awkwardly. "Never a dull moment in music, am I right?" He took another sip of his drink, hissing between his teeth as the gin burned it's way down. "I'm not really a violent guy so you won't have to worry about that." He assured Damien honestly.

Damien just chuckled at that. “Oh, you have no idea. Everyone in our band has fought for it, or with it, at some point. Though I won’t lay the sob stories on you this early, we’ve been through some shit in our own ways.” He gave a little sigh as he knocked back the rest of his drink, the glass clinking lightly where he set it down

Viggo shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He hadn't thought that maybe he'd eventually have to share his own sob story with anyone he worked with. The notion made him nauseous. Instead of commenting further, he finished his own drink and set it back on the counter beside Damien, flagging down the bartender for another.
"So." He said abruptly, gin making him much braver. "When are try outs?"

Damien gestured for a refill himself, but at Viggo’s question he couldn’t help but flash the other a cheeky grin. “When d’ya want them to be?” he asked, a teasing hint in his tone as he spoke. He wanted to go back to teasing the other instead of being so serious like this

Viggo's brows flicked up once more and he unconsciously chewed on his lower lip. He had not been expecting such and answer and now had no idea how to respond. "Um…Sooner rather than later I suppose. I'd like to start playing again." He shrugged, attempting to keep what little 'cool' he had left.

Damien's grin only widened at that, and he took another sip of his drink before setting it down. "Do you know why I asked you to this bar in particular, Viggo?" he hummed. "It's because there's a little stage up there with a rented drum set and my guitar sittin' pretty all alone. You want an interview? You got it," he said as he gestured towards the small "stage" towards the front of the bar

Inhaling so suddenly that he choked on his drink, Viggo glanced up at the empty stage area. Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh shit. He had the distinct feeling that he had gotten himself into a deal with the Devil, but Viggo honestly wasn't one to turn down a challenge. He was a shy dude, but a stubborn one too. He ran a hand through his blonde locks and released a breath through pursed lips. "Well I can't really say no, can I?" He joked quietly to Damien. "Lead the way. I'm ready."

Damien all but beamed at that, and he chugged the rest of his drink before setting the glass aside. “C’mon then, let’s get you set up,” he hummed, leading the way up the stage. As they did, a few people cheered and hollered, and Damien winked at a guy who was catcalling him from close to the edge of the platform. He gestured to the pretty drum set, waiting for Viggo to sit down as he went to the guitar case propped against a sizeable amp

Viggo trudged up on the stage behind Damien, looking for all the world like a puppy. He was mildly annoyed that he had gotten himself into this situation. Why am I such a sucker for hot guys? He rolled his eyes at himself, pushing a breathe forcefully through his nose. He sat with a huff, running his hand over the set of drums. It really was a pretty set, barely worn and glossy. Viggo tapped gently on each drum getting a feel for the sound that it would make. Nice…
"Alright then." He said to Damien, picking up a pair of sticks. "Let's do this."

Damien flashed him a grin as he stood up, having just finished plugging his beautiful guitar into the amp on stage. It was all black, with a dark fret board and white pinstripes detailing the edges of the guitar. “Pick a song. I’ll give you that much since I sprung this on you so fast,” he said, flashing Viggo that charming grin as he adjusted the pink rose-decorated strap connected to the guitar

Viggo thought for a moment, brow scrunching adorably as he thought through the music he knew that he could slay. "How familiar are you with Muse?" He asked finally, gently tapping the drum in front of him. Certainly to impress Damien he would have to choose one of the more difficult songs. Maybe Knights of Cydonia…

“Who isn’t?” Damien laughed, walking over to the mic stand and adjusting it a tad while he waited for Viggo to pick a song. When he looked back over at him, he couldn’t help but smile just a little sweetly—Viggo thinking so hard like that was just too cute not to smile at

"Just checking…" Viggo muttered to himself, not wanting to mention that in his old life, music itself was a taboo so no one would even think to be interested in a band called Muse. At Damien's smile, Viggo quickly hit out the beginning beat to Knights, looking up at Damien to see if he had caught on to his song choice. People around the bar were gathering close at the prospect of music and their chatter was making Viggo more and more excited.

Damien flashed a grin so wide it was almost impossible not to smile with him, and he began tapping his foot to the rhythm as he began playing the intro, lightly swaying as he slowly got into the beat. He didn't sing quite yet, still focused on the intro and making sure he played every single chord and beat right–wouldn't want to mess up during an interview, would he?

The more he played, the more Viggo's body began to relax. Music was everything to him, even if he didn't land a spot in Damien's band at least he got to play again. In font of a crowd to boot. His eyes slid shut as the notes took over and he got into his own rhythm. He knew this song backwards so playing it with his eyes shut with a damn goofy smile on his face was second nature. He chuckled quietly to himself as the patrons of the bar started to cheer in recognition of the song.

Eventually, Damien began singing, his voice low and melodious in a way that seemed to hit you right in the soul. Sure, he was more accustomed to the alt-rock, borderline metal, and odd vaguely creepy song, but he had to admit he was enjoying this. There was a light rumble in his voice too, like silk being pulled along a bed of gravel, only adding to his siren-like charms

Viggo smiled more, giving himself fully over to the music. His entire body was swaying with the slamming of the drums. It was addicting, this love of music. For a moment he could imagine that they were playing at a large forum, people cheering, singing, and dancing along to their rhythms. Viggo opened his eyes, watching Damien throw himself into the act as well. This was what it was all about. If he didn't get this slot in the band, then he might as well give up music all together because they both could feel it. They vibed.

Damien couldn't help but toss a glance back at Viggo, the widest smile on his face. He couldn't help but think that for a brief moment, everyone had to be smiling, and when he saw how much Viggo was getting into it he could feel some little part of him all but melt. It only took that one stolen glance to know he had found their match–Viggo was joining, whether anyone liked it or not

Heart pounding with adrenaline that was practically making him high as a kite, Viggo lead the song into it's final notes. He hadn't been able to take his eyes off of Damien for the past few minutes, his secret rushing up into his cheeks in a massive blush. Thankfully the exertion from playing hid it well. He was hoping with all his heart that he got the part, mostly so he could watch Viggo put on a performance like a young and sexy Vince Neil all over again. He shook himself in embarrassment. Not the time to be thinking stuff like that.