The song ended with a bang. Danny laughed raucously, taking a sip from his water bottle and leaning into the mic.
“We’re gonna be takin’ a break for a few minutes, but we’ll be right back. Takin’ requests soon, but we’ve got a little more original shit to go!” He set his guitar down, taking another swig from his bottle. Danny said a few things to his bandmates, walking up to the bar and ordering a couple different drinks.
(would Alex recognize Danny? Or Danny recognize him?)
Alex watched the singer as he came over to the bar, but didn't speak. He took a sip of his own drink, though he knew better than to get totally drunk. If he did…he didn't know what would happen. And he didn't want to find out the hard way. He sighed softly, shaking his head.
(can we have Alex recognize Danny? knowing Danny, he probably wouldn’t remember most people from school)
Danny slid the money over to the bartender, now chatting with them. His voice was a little shot from a previous song where he had screamed and snarled, but he was trying his best to soldier through it.
(yeah sure. What should he say tho?)
Alex frowned a little bit. Oh. He recognized the singer now. Daniel Vasquez. From high school. The one that was constantly in trouble. He snorted softly, shaking his head.
(I’m not sure.. maybe somebody can bring it up, or Alex is jus lt like “hey didn’t we go to school together” or however he would phrase it)
Danny took a sip of his beer, leaning on the bar with his elbows. He rubbed his eyes- they were puffy and red, from lack of sleep no doubt, but he still looked full of a rabid energy and life. He took a seat, still talking and joking to the bartender and the people around him.
(ok)
Alex squinted a little. That was the right guy, right? "Hey, didn't we go to high school together?" He said slowly, studying Danny carefully.
“Wha-? Uhh.. maybe. Lemme get a good look at ya- oh! Yeah, dude! Alec, right? No, Alex.” Danny took another swig, giving Alex a wolfish grin. “How’s time treated ya, brother?”
"Alex." Alex replied. He gave a tight smile. "Fine, I suppose." His shoulders were tucked in a little bit, and he was slouching to look smaller in his seat. There were faint circles beneath his eyes, marks of sleeplessness.
“Just fine? Sucks, man. Sucks.” Danny shook his head, perking up at the sound of his bandmates calling him back. He grabbed the drinks, turning around for a moment before looking back at Alex. “I got a little longer on the set, but hey- stick around, dude! I’ll catch up with you when I’m done?”
Alex blinked, then nodded slowly. "Uh, alright." He replied. A little stupidly, he realized afterwards. He sighed, taking another drink. His dark hair was loose today, hanging down around his shoulders in loose, gentle curls. He was going to get it cut soon. Probably. Maybe.
“We’re back!” Danny yapped, picking his guitar back up and slinging the strap over his shoulder. They fell straight back into their set, Danny’s relatively high and sharp voice filling the dive bar. His fingers flew across the neck of his guitar as he moved with the music, head slamming forward on the low notes and back on the high ones.
Alex watched quietly, his drink held in his hand as he watched Danny. He had to admit that the taller male had a halfway decent voice, and definitely a good stage presence. His mouth twitched in a faint smile.
(Btw, is this like…a world where supernatural stuff is kept well hidden, or is it more of a known thing, that supernatural creatures/magic exist?)
(it’s very well known! danny definitely doesn’t make it much of a secret that he’s a werewolf)
“Aw, shit, guys. Looks like we’re out of time for this set, but catch us a after th’ show to find out our next couple shows.” Danny stretched, taking off his guitar and placing it into its case. “We’re Mutts ‘n Gutts, and it’s been a pleasure, Dog City.” He grinned, pushing his bleached hair out of his face.
(ooh okay! Makes sense lmao)
Alex shifted in his seat, biting his lip a little bit. He took another sip of his drink, eyes flashing around the room, at the group of humans and nonhumans.
Danny walked back up to Alex, flashing his jagged, wolfish teeth in a grin. “Hey! Said I’d come back to bug ya, didn’t I?” His voice sounded somewhat shot, for sure, but that didn’t seem to stop him from talking. “Whatcha been doin’ since high school?”
Alex chuckled a little. "You sure you should be talking?" He replied. He smiled slightly. "As for that…not much. I do a lot of freelance writing, that sort of thing. Pays the bills, gives me a flexible schedule." He shrugged.
“Eehh, I’ll be fine.” Danny shrugged, taking a seat next to Alex. “Oh damn, you freelance? That’s fucken’ dope, man. Real cool. Flexible days ‘n allat, that’s sick.” He rolled his head on his neck, feeling his neck and shoulders audibly crack and pop. “Where ya been? I mean, Dog City’s big, but it ain’t big. Think I woulda seen ya before, right?”
(I gtg to bed soon)
Alex shrugged. "I've been traveling. Wanted to get out of the city for a while. Had to come back, though." Mom got sick. He took a deep breath, taking a sip of his drink. "I'd assume you've stayed here, then?"
(alright, gn!)
“Nice, nice. Betcha didn’t miss this dumpster fire, eh? Musta been nice to be somewhere where your GPS doesn’t go haywire ‘n dead animals don’t just.. show up on your doorstep.” Danny laughed, stopping quickly once he heard Alex began to talk again. “Me? Yeah, yeah- the boys and I started the band a year or two after graduation, ‘n my pack dictates I can’t exactly up and run on ‘em whenever I want to. Got commitments or somethin’, y’know how it is.”
(good night!)
Alex nodded a little bit. "Ah. Yeah, I…I guess I understand that." He replied. As a human, he wasn't part of a pack, never would be, but he still thought maybe he understood. Sort of. Maybe. He took a deep breath, running a hand through his hair. "How's the band been going?" He asked.
“Oh, we’ve been doin’ pretty great recently! Got us a few gigs, that’s cool.. I’m startin’ to see some of the same faces at shows, and lemme tell ya, it’s a fucken’ cool feeling when you recognize people from gig to gig.” Danny took a sip of his drink. “Lemme tell you man, took me a hot moment to recognize your face when ya talked to me. Time hasn’t treated ya too badly. Me? I look the exact fucken’ same ‘s I did three years ago, just with white hair.”
(ooh so uhm…I had an idea for Alex and I'm only gonna do it if it's alright with you, but I was thinking…what if he had like…struggled with addiction in the past? Because it might make an interesting plot point)
Alex nodded a little. He ran a hand through his hair, then sighed, and just tied it back in a neat bun. "Yeah. I think I only recognized you because of that class we had together Senior year, though." he remarked. "What class was it, again? It was with Mr…ah, Wilkins, right?"
(he’s your character, do whatever you want! but yeah, i’m ok with it!)
“Yo, Mr Wilkins, I love that guy! Still visit him from time to time, dude came to my very first show.” Danny grinned, picking at the shoddy black nail polish on his hands. “Flipped the fuck out in there a few times, but Wilkins is the reason I didn’t drop out.”
(Alright! Just wanted to double-check)
Alex nodded. "He wasn't my favorite teacher, but…" he shrugged slightly. "I can see why you liked him." he smiled lightly.
“Yeah. If it makes you feel better, the school’s gone to shit since we graduated.” Danny polishes off his drink, flagging down the bartender to order a new one. “No doubt that we were the fun class, ‘cause all those freshmen are seniors now and they suck ass.”
Alex grimaced a little. "Yikes. Not that our entire class was all that amazing anyways." he replied. "Hell, i sorta had a stick up my ass for the majority of high school." he laughed a little, taking another sip of his drink.
“Well, duh- I never talked to ya in school, I only know ya were like.. choir boy typa dude, right?” Danny cocked his head, tapping his glass. “Or am I just pullin’ shit outta my ass?”
"Choir, theater, and English were my preferred classes." Alex replied with a nod. He looked over at Danny. "Tenor one, no matter how deep I tried to make my voice go."
“Oh, wow. Artsy. Yeah, no offense or nothin’, but I definitely woulda given you some kinda shit for that in school.” Danny tilted his head. “I’m not sure what I am. Somewhere in between bitch boy and girl with a hella low voice, I guess. I think my voice has gotten kinda higher since then, so, uh, fuck.”
Alex squinted at him a little, thinking. "Probably a Tenor two, or Baritone. Possibly Bass one, though I doubt it." he replied after a moment. He chuckled softly, taking a sip of his drink.
