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

(Viggo's monologue gives me life lmao)

Damien happily went into the end of the song, beaming widely as he finally finished out. With a few final notes, he finished playing, panting softly for a moment before grabbing the mic yet again. "Thank you everyone!" he called out, beaming as his slightly disheveled look from the high of playing for a crowd, even if it was a small one. There were cheers and whistles from the audience, and Damien gave them a minute before speaking again. "Alright, alright, I've got a little announcement. Starting today, Get Lucky has a new band member: Viggo Magnussen right here!" he called out, gesturing to Viggo with the most heart-melting, puppydog smile you could ever see

(I love them both you have no idea)

Viggo made a little noise of surprise, which his mic picked up unfortunately, so he quickly disguised it as a cough. Ho-ly shit. He got it. He got the slot. He stared dumbly out at the crowd for a moment, before he remembered he ought to be smiling. Viggo cracked a grin as he looked around, catching Damien's own smile. The blush that spread across his entire body could not be stopped. He was sure he was as bright and as red as a stop light, but Viggo could not stop looking at the guitarist before him. He could feel it. That horrid sweet tingling in his chest that had gotten him in a world of trouble before. He had a crush on Damien. Oh shit…

(hhh I know)

Damien held Viggo's gaze a moment longer before turning away, his hands in the air for a little added theatrics as the crowd erupted in cheers and whistles. Damien kept his hands up in the air, grinning like the whole world loved them as he walked backwards until he was standing next to Viggo. Gently, he grabbed Viggo's wrist, pulling him up from his seat so he could bring him to the front. His hands lowered, only for him to give Viggo a little nudge and wink. "Can't leave without a bow," he said before putting their now intertwined hands in the air and then leading into a two-man bow

Still riding the high of performing, Viggo let Damien lead him in the bow. To be completely honest, it had felt good to have the attention on him as he played. Now his tiny ego was getting quite the boost. His heart thumped wildly. I better not be dreaming. Viggo pulled them up out of the bow, giving Damien's hand a little squeeze before letting go and shoving his hands in his pockets. No need to make his little non-crush, crush completely obvious. "I say we need another drink." He wheezed out, trying to keep his cool.

"I think I agree," Damien laughed as he looped an arm around Viggo's shoulders joyfully. He led them off the stage, but instead of walking towards the bar, he made his way towards the exit. "How about we go back to the hotel the band is renting tonight, huh? We've got better booze anyways, and this calls for celebration," he said, beaming as he spoke. He seemed to be very touchy-feely for a guy like himself, especially when he was in a good mood. What could he say? He liked being able to hold people, and at this point, it had become a subconscious habit

Viggo felt as if he were in a dream. Honestly. If one put all the things that happened today it would either sound like a dream, a massive prank, or a really bizarre prono. If anything else blindsided him today he may literally just pass out and die from stress. He was a tough guy, that was for sure, handling all the bad shit life threw at him, but this much good stuff? His heart was practically palpitating.
"Uh. Yea sure. It would be nice to meet the other guys too. Get a feel for the band and music, you know?" Was he babbling? Yes. Did he care? Not really. He gave Damien a quick squeeze around his slender waist, before disentangling himself from his embrace. It was best that Viggo kept his distance. He ran a hand through his hair awkwardly, the still slightly damp locks getting messier than before. "Lead the way, my guy." 'My guy'? Jesus lord…

Damien giggled the most adorably tough-sounding giggle anyone had probably ever heard at the little squeeze, and he ruffled Viggo's hair good-naturedly before beginning to lead the way outside. He pushed the door open, holding it for Viggo as he led the way towards the hotel. He was just eager to get back to the hotel and introduce Viggo to the rest of the guys, and get wasted. His group was a bit notorious for that sort of thing, but he didn't care. They had their drummer now, and he was feeling great about it

Viggo shoved his hands in his pockets. He had decided more or less to be the reserved quiet guy for now, because if he were being truthful, he was in no way prepared for this life that he had just jumped into. Or rather, forcibly thrown into by the guy standing next to him. Viggo sighed, carefully keeping his eyes away from the ass of Damien. What an ass… Jerking himself back to reality, he made a noncommittal "Uh huh." to whatever Damien was talking about. Focus. Get through this and you can be super gay about it later. No need to let everyone know right out the gate.

"The hotel's like a block or so away, so don't worry about walking too far. I wouldn't make you go all the way across town for something like this," Damien chuckled, running a hand through his fluffy hair that had grown just a little staticky from their playing earlier. "It's real nice, we don't usually get stuff like it. We've got a little penthouse suite type thing, y'know?" he said, seemingly partially talking to himself at this point

Viggo unconsciously copied Damien's movement, and ran his own hand through his slightly damp locks before sticking his hand back in his pocket. He was nervous. Very nervous. Not one for social interactions, a small bit of him regretted getting out of bed this morning. But at the same time, excitement cause his heart to pound, he really couldn't wait to tell his sister about what was happening. She'd lose her mind. "Oh–uh– Wow that's really impressive actually. Perfect place for a party." He supplied, coming back to the present. He wasn't sure what he said really agreed with Damien's chatter, but he assumed it would be enough for the other guy to keep talking. Besides, Viggo liked the way Damien always seemed to smile when he talked…