"They let us do whatever the fuck we want to in these fancy places because we're paying. Ziggy and Tom have been paying for most of it because they're so fucking awesome."
As for the sex dolls? That was a mix of being drunk, high and genuinely having a laugh with each other. Joe went along with it because the whole thing was hilarious making dolls out of all the band members. As for the one with the horse cock? Fuck knew where that one went.
"Not sure about the horse cock one. Aarne's right about your tarty naked ass, Gilly. Everyone knows you love it when Hunter chases you and slaps your ass."
He stuck a tongue out at the tarty drummer, who glared and offered a middle finger to the bassist. It was all good fun though and Hunter knew this. What Dean said though? That got the bassist smirking.
"Targets? Good idea. Next time we could do that. What do you say, babe?"
Joe moved to kiss Aarne's lips softly before putting the bottle of Jack to his lips once more, drinking large gulps.
He's grinning at all the exchange among the others. "I hope it flew off and landed in the middle of some posh, stuck up party."
He's about to answer Joe when his eyes catch the mark on Dean's arm. He doesn't recognize it but his skin crawls everywhere all the sudden, every hair instantly raising up until his arms are covered in gooseflesh. His voice feels gone and then Aarne screams in terror.
"Murhaaja!" His voice high pitched and frightened as he starts pushing Joe away from Dean. There's nothing playful about it as he's desperate and starts freaking out. "Kuolema käyttää häntä!"
The Fin is out of his mind and Rik is staring. He's never seen Aarne scared of anything, even people pulling weapons on them or anything. He's up off the bed while slinging the guitar over his shoulder. The rat had bolted to hide in Rik's guitar case.
"Kuolema käyttää häntä. Hän on merkitty Mubpienålmajilla!" He's still pushing Joe back away from Dean, back to the bassist so he can keep an eye on Dean. Rik looks so confused and glances between Aarne and Dean.
"What are you talking about?" Rik is so lost but he's starting to panic too. "What do you mean Mubpienålmajilla?"
Aarne shoved Joe until they hit the wall and then put himself between Joe and Dean, back pressed into the bassist. "Hän tuo mukanaan murhanhenkiä."
Rik turns to Dean, brow furrowed in utter confusion while having to dodge Aarne who is trying to drag Rik farther away from Dean. The Dane questioning Dean. "What does he mean Death or a death spirit or..."
Rik turns to Aarne with his arms up helpless because he doesn't understand. "Hvad mener du med henkien murhaaminen?"
One minute he's laughing at them winding up Gilly, and the next Aarne's freaking the fuck out after looking at him without the goddamn shirt on and there goes that comfortable feeling straight out of the door. He has no idea what is being said, but any hunter knows the sound of panic and it's basically an educated guess considering he's all but pushing the others as far away from him as possible.
"What's he saying?" He makes a show of putting the bottle down slowly, more than aware of a the weapons in the room. He's gonna back up slowly to where he dumped his jacket and threw his shirt, redonning the flannel and jacket, as he replies to Rik "Death spirit? Is that what he's saying? Because honestly shit just went from 0 to 100 hundred and I have no idea what is going going on right now." He has a very small idea and he is hoping he is wrong, but the clueless act has been working for him for years and that's one act he has down perfect. Unless, of course, it turns out Aarne is some sort of psychic which would be just his fucking luck, but so far they've all picked up on it faster. So, he is making guesses but is almost as lost as everyone else in the room. Lost enough to sell it.
"I only came here to party, dude." That much was true, at least. Was one night off from his life too much to ask? Apparently, yes. "I can go."
Joe just stared wide-eyed when Aarne freaked out and went crazy, screaming and dragging him back against the wall, almost shielding him from the new guy, Dean. What the fuck? The bassist was just confused as was Rik and Gilly, who were now wide-eyed and wondering what the hell was up with Aarne. Why had he flipped out over Dean's mark? Was it some sort of danger sign? Joe's rough understanding was that it was some sort of devil mark. Evil? Had Aarne just called Dean evil?
Fuck.
"Hey, babe? Calm down----fuck. What the hell is going on? Dean isn't evil, mate. He's not going to hurt any of us."
Joe had never seen Aarne act like this and it was fucking scary. Shit, what could he do? He held onto the crazy Fin's arm and tried to reassure him by rubbing up his bicep. Hunter had gotten up, holding Gilly close whilst offering some reassurance to Aarne by speaking some of his own language.
"Aarne, mitä sinä teet? Rauhoitu, kukkanen. Anteeksi. Tämä mies, Dean? Hän ei ole paha. Hän ei satuta ketään meistä."
Hunter's Finnish may sound slightly broken but he wanted to get in touch with the crazed Fin, hoping to calm him down somewhat.
Rik is glad that Joe and Hunter are trying to take care of Aarne. Aarne turned on Joe with wildly wide eyes but his voice is dropped and quiet. "He has a spirit with him."
He's still wild but at least the yelling has stopped briefly. His voice is still panicked when he turns to Hunter. "Hänellä on paha merkki. Minä näin sen!"
Rik is trying to digest what is happening so he can answer Dean. "I don't know what Mubpienålmajilla means." The Dane admits and he can't be sure how important that might be. "Aarne says you have a murderous.. or maybe it is death? or evil? spirit with you and that you brought death here with you."
Rik motions for Dean to step back on the balcony which panics Aarne again, though he thankfully stays with Joe. The Dane hoping out of sight, out of mind will help his bandmate calm down. "Aarne is nōjjd, a spirit drummer, or would be if he was male. He's seen things before but I've never seen them scare him."
The Dane wants to know what the hell is going on and despite his own nervousness talking to a stranger, it is necessary.
He, at this point, is pretty much ready to go if asked to and he's- wait a second. He's not yet being asked to. He briefly considers just leaving anyway, but... as nuts as these guys are, they seem to be good people. If nothing else he owes them as much of an explanation as he can for the fin hitting the roof. Who he apologises to "Sorry."
Which is why he follows the Dane. He'll stop long enough to grab his bottle again on the way out onto the balcony though. He leans against the balcony with a sigh, looking out over the rest of the city. Nice big ol' drink. "I'm vaguely familiar with the idea, in as much as I know that pretty much worldwide there are links with music and spirits and that it's not a new idea."
So much for a night off of being him. Goddamn it.
"It's not a spirit, it's a curse." But it does make him wonder if his soul is as human as he and Sam assumed it was after the cure. "It's old, it's not good, but it's under control. For now. When things have calmed down, I'll explain to the room, because honestly I've only got one round of explaining in me, and then if you guys want me to go I'll go. I ain't here to cause trouble."
Hunter could see Aarne's cause for concern regarding Dean's mark. It was something the Fin interpreted as evil and a curse. The Swede knew of this and shook his head slowly, sighing as he held Gilly close, the blond drummer clearly confused just as Joe and even Rik were. Dean was probably feeling like the odd one out and this wasn't something nice for the young man being around so many superstitious pagans.
"It's alright, blomma. Don't go. Aarne just got scared as did we all. You are not causing trouble, Dean---sit down."
Being the vodka mum it was often Hunter's job to calm down situations within his band just as it was anywhere else. He touched Dean's arm and looked to both Rik and Aarne, hoping they were alright too. Joe seemed shaken but was more interested in calming his crazy Fin. Hunter turned to Aarne next, putting a hand on the drummer's shoulder.
"Kaikki hyvin, kukka. Hän on harmiton ja sanoo, että se on hallinnassa. Ei kirousta tai pahuutta. Oletko kunnossa?"
"I can explain." Rik would take initiative to explain why Aarne was so sensitive if Dean wanted. Rik wasn't as superstitious as Aarne and wasn't as bothered by the concepts of cursed, especially since he spent his teen years wondering if he was cursed himself. "He's an animist. It's more than a link."
Rik smiled at Hunter and patted the singer's arm gently. He was such a mother hen sometimes. "I got this. Go check on the others."
Then he turns back to Dean. The Dane is soft, gentle when he needs to be, though Viktor would probably say he was a scrappy little bastard for the way they clashed. "We can talk and you don't have to go. Aarne is...he has two moods; asleep and over the top."
Rik stepped out farther and leaned on the balcony rail while shifting the guitar on his back. "I can talk to Aarne and keep him calm."
Aarne was slowly coming back to being reasonable but he still had himself firmly planted between Joe and where Dean was even if he was out of sight now. Aarne stared at Hunter for a moment and shook his head. It wasn't ok, not yet. He'd never experienced that kind of visceral, spiritual fear before. Sure, he had snuck off as a kid to the places that were supposed to have bad spirits, but they had never triggered a flight response that strong nor made his skin crawl like he was covered in ants.
It was weird, being mommed over, especially by a group of people who came across as permanently rough and ready to throwdown as these guys. But not in a bad way. It had been a few years since he'd had it, because while Sam worried the last kind of treatment he'd had like this would have been Bobby (and Ellen a little bit from beyond) when he was trying to get any kind of talk out from Dean about how he was coping while Sam's melon was broken and Bobby was still alive. How long ago that felt, now, even though it was only edging nearly into two years. The genuine gratitude is layered as he answers both with a quiet "...Thanks." He was so used to just stowing his shit and looking after Sam, being comforted and looked after wasn't coming easy.
He runs a hand over the stuff on his chin as he contemplates where even to begin with explaining, sliding his back down the balcony railing so he was sat looking in the direction of the room, although he was firmly out of sight and couldn't actually see in himself, one knee bent so he could rest the drinking arm on it, other leg outstretched. Getting a good read on where they were at with their biblical shit might be a good idea. "You guys are clearly not Christian, I know enough about enough to know that much, but have any of you got any real knowledge of the bible at all? Beyond Jesus being the son of God and sometimes on a tortilla, I mean. We'd be talking old testament here."
Joe didn't really know what the fuck was going on but he knew Aarne had sensed something on Dean and it wasn't good. Hunter trying to cool the situation while Rik was now explaining to the confused Dean out on the balcony. The bassist clung onto his lover and pressed a kiss to Aarne's jaw, hoping to try and calm him down. He'd never seen such a response out of the Fin before and it was scary.
"Babe? Hey, it's ok. You scared me for real. Shit, I've never seen you like this before."
The Brit still looking pretty shaken up and wanting to comfort his crazy lover. The mark must have unseated something tribal and primal in the Fin and it scared everyone shitless. Joe rubbed Aarne's bicep and kissed it, not knowing how else to comfort his Fin. Rik could help calm Dean down and Hunter wanted to keep the peace as well as calm his tart down. No sooner had Joe glanced towards Gilly then the tart spoke up, looking as if he'd shit himself.
"What the fuck was that all about? Why did you have to scream like some demented banshee? My ears are still ringing from that damn noise."
As rough as they may seem the band, now bands, were a family. They looked after each other and anyone brought as a friend fell into the same sphere. It was a pack mentality in a lot of ways. Sure, there were scuffles and fights and arguments among them but they never held it to heart. A fight would end and the next day the same two would be comforting each other.
"Vars and I were raised Christian, I think some of the Brits too." Rik sighed and then broke into a smile. "Christianity is another thing that Aarne hates. They've forcibly erased his heritage and religion for centuries. Maybe the Christianity made his reaction worse?"
Rik couldn't be sure but that would make sense. Aarne was rather worldly and despite his constant, drunken madness read every book he came across.
Aarne felt exhaustion coming as the adrenaline began to fade. Finally, he just folded himself into Joe's chest, shaking slightly from his emotions and the drugs. His pulse racing to the point he felt nauseated.
Aarne didn't move much but he stared at Gilly, eyes still wild though he also began to look tired. Quietly but with force Aarne answered Gilly.
"He's brought a spirit here that hurts people. I felt it. I saw it!"
Good. That was good. At least he wasn't going to have to give the paint by numbers version for the most part, on all the backstory. He's still keeping half an ear on the room, for when things had calmed down enough he could probably head back in. "Maybe. He could probably sense somethin' to do with it, seeing as he's apparently kicking about some major level psychic shit."
His free hand rubs at the bridge of his nose, trying to massage out some of the tension that started settling in his head. "The bible is less of a hypothetical than a lot of people think. Religion in general, actually." Although, all of a sudden, he's chuckling. "Took an angel to a brothel, once. That went about as well as you would think. Funny as hell, though." Just in case you need more of a read on just how weird his life is.
He's also not explaining this too quietly, just at a normal talking volume - if it's gonna bring on another crisis, gender rather it all get out of the way now. After all, it's gonna be on the smaller end of reveals.
Holding Aarne close, Joe was more worried than he'd ever been about his crazy Fin. Mostly about the whole shouting and screaming evil and devil thing. This had never happened before so it was only natural that the Brits were confused. Even Rik and Hunter looked shocked by it all. Then there was the American. How did he take it all?
"I didn't know you could feel weird spirits, honey. I'm here for you, alright mate?"
Joe wondered what Rik was telling Dean since they were out on the balcony now. Listening in he could hear what the Dane was saying since he was speaking at normal talking volume. No need to keep secrets here especially since everyone was scared shitless pretty much. Downing some more Jack he offered Aarne some booze.
"This might calm your nerves, babe."
Gilly was just rolling his eyes sat in Hunter's lap at it all. Fucking hell! The crazy Fin and his drunk boyfriend. Whatever next. At least the Swede was trying to diffuse the situation somehow.
Rik glances toward the other room and wonders about his bandmate. He didn't know the nitty gritty of how his spirituality worked but he had a guess now.
"Aarne's mother told me once that his spirit guides were always close to him." He pauses to look at the American with a bit of confusion. "He's always drumming. Vars told me he calls the spirits on the stage. I've seen him drum in his sleep because he can't stop."
And then the Dane flushed pink across the cheeks as he wondered if he just gave away the fact he dated the Fin. He worried about Joe's jealousy sometimes but it was too late now. However, he is torn from those thoughts by what Dean is saying about the angel. No wonder this guy knew Vars.
"Loki watches over us." At least Vars and Aarne were adamant about it and Rik had met them. "There's a lot we keep quiet, that you'll never see in the magazines or papers."
His eyes shift to Damien who is sitting there on the floor watching the mayhem quietly. Rik just shook his head at his thoughts... like the Angel's drummer dating a man bred by an evil government in another dimension. Then he grins too. "Jack dates an angel that owns a strip bar."
He's yet to see much of the angel but Rik has a good bead on how to calm people despite his dislike of strangers in general.
Aarne shook off the booze. He wanted to lay here on Joe because his memories of the years where he wasn't safe had rushed into his mind with the fear. He doesn't want to think about them. "I'm tired."
The fright had been so extreme that he's feeling worn as he comes down from the rush of adrenaline. He whispers to Joe. "I'm Sami. We know the spirits, rakastaja."
"I don't doubt it." He just nods, he's also met Loki as far as nexus dealings were concerned and he's certainly not going to go as far as the Loki in his dimension. That's just unnecessary at this point. "That angel - and his alt - is... are? They're from my home dimension. Few years behind me, as far as one has told me and I'm not to sure on the other but that's pretty much a certainty, but I've had dealings with him before the nexus." This is a little easier to talk about while things calm and while while he gets his own head straight.
"I might be able to hook him up with a contact that can help him with that, although I'd need to ask her about Aarne's religion thing. Not that it will be a problem for her, she ain't that kind of woman, just more to see if she's familiar. I don't know how taboo that would be, for him though, if he wouldn't be offended by the offer in the first place." If Rik thinks it could help and wouldn't offend, he'd offer once he said his piece. "Even bring her to somewhere Aarne feels more safe for him."
Joe's eyes softened a little at seeing Aarne so tired. The poor guy needed rest after screaming at the top of his lungs. Not wanting to feel dejected the bassist kissed the Fin on the jaw and then held him close, caressing his back with his hands. It was a lot to take in and even Damien seemed alarmed when Aarne started yelling.
"It's ok, babe. The whole spirit thing? It's new to me and call me a ignorant Brit but I want to understand. You're so fucking amazing."
A soft hair pull and then Joe noticed Hunter's caring expression at watching the bassist care for his drummer. It was cute. Gilly just didn't care for all the spiritual crap thing and curled up into his Swede's lap. As for the angel who dated Jack---he sounded a fucking riot and Joe would have to meet him one day if he already hadn't so far.
"You're much more beautiful than any angel, sweetie. Everyone needs to see this."
Joe was drunk and wanting to dote on Aarne even in front of Dean and Damien.
"I think the same is true for Jack and us. He's from some future or something. Damien tried to explain it to me but it's a bit much." Rik shook his head because thinking of someone from the future was one thing, thinking your world was destined to become an evil hellhole in the future was another thing entirely. The Dane didn't even want to think about it or what it meant.
"Aarne is Sami and I don't know how they would take an offer to 'fix him'." Rik pressed his lips together in thought, biting on the bottom one while considering what to say. "In Sami culture, children are born and protected to the goddess then a boy leaves her for the god when he becomes a man. I've heard a few shamans talk about Aarne as either being kept by the goddess or maybe even being a man born with the spirit of a woman. Either way, how he is, it's important to them. Even the drumming. Being female to them and showing signs that a god that only comes to men speaks to his spirit is important. That god is something like Thor and Bragi mixed as one."
Rik is sort of rambling as he tries to express things he thinks will be important for Dean to know if he wants to make that offer to Aarne. Eventually, the guitarist shrugs. "They might consider it oppressing their spiritual practices. I know Aarne's family group is one of only a few that held on to the old ways through the Christianization of the Sami people. I'd bring it up carefully if you do."
Aarne sighed against Joe's chest. "Drumming lets me see and hear the spirits around."
Joe more than anyone would know just how much Aarne drummed, constant, on everything. It was one of the reasons he had sticks on him most of the time. "They warned me when I saw the tattoo he has."
Tattoo was the best description he had for the mark that Dean wore. The compliment, despite his upset, gets a small and brief smile from the Fin. "I'm more of a devil."
"I didn't say or mean 'fix'." He actually sounds a little offended but you know? It's just more of the same of him trying to help and fucking that up too. It's not like he was going to do it tonight or without looking into things first, but Rik's right, and he knows Aarne better than Dean. He just sighs, and drinks deep. "Doesn't matter." Was a stupid idea anyway. Stupid idea like the stupid ass idea of thinking he can get a night to just chill and enjoy himself. At least he can add "the mood" into the long list of things he has successfully killed. Even if this one was on accident.
He recognises that he's going into a mental spiral. He knows that just because he hasn't drunk enough. He is definitely working on fixing that, currently.
At least it's sounding like things in the room are calmed in the room. Time for a distraction out here if nothing else for himself. Follow up question for Rik: "My actual follow-up question is how much experience with the supernatural do you guys have? Just spirits?"
Joe just held onto his Fin and pressed kisses along his neck as he listened and hoped Aarne would calm down. As for Dean? The guy was into the supernatural and this caused the bassist to shrug and shake his head. The only spirits he knew about were ones you could drink out of a bottle. As for Hunter? He was taking an interest in Dean and the whole supernatural question because he was also a pagan like the rest of the Scandinavians. Gilly looked a little freaked out and just nuzzled into his Swede's hair and said nothing.
Then, there was a knock at the door and Joe turned to see who it might be.
The door pushed open slowly as a young man pushed his head in slightly; his head was a mass of long curly hair and his face showed a sheepish smile.
"Uh---can I come in? Someone said Damien was in here with you guys."
"What you mean isn't the only thing important." Rik's gaze drops to his feet for so many reasons, and not just upsetting Dean. "It's bad for someone like Aarne and I.. I get defensive." Self blame for anything going wrong was easy for the Dane, especially around older men. "What his people think and the rest of the world..." Rik puts a hand on Dean, right over where that mark is, intentionally, because it doesn't bother Rik. "It wasn't smooth when the bands got together either because of all the history no one knew. There's a lot of ... trauma." He can finally look at Dean's face again. "You're doing better than me and Viktor, we got into a fist fight in the alley."
Rik doesn't know why the question catches him as off guard as it does but there's a long pause and a moment of panic in the Dane's expression before he can speak. "Gods, angels.... I think Hunter and Viktor have met the devil, Fenrir, mm... Zombies, Aarne knows about Vironsusi. I spent some time with a person that has 6 eyes. Uh......" Rik wasn't social, not like the others, so he is mostly talking about what he's heard from the others. "Do giant living robots count?.... and..." Rik glances at Damien, nervously then back at Dean. "I'm not sure what I should tell you. Outing Aarne's gender and ability when he would tell you himself isn't the same as people who don't want anyone to know. I guess there's other things too." Rik could think of several things; Ziggy's mother was definitely in some uncanny valley and then Jack's eye, whatever that was and whatever Damien was, but the guitarist felt those were personal things. "Have you met Ziggy yet?"
As if on cue the door opened and the Angels' drummer was peeking in. Like Rik, he's young and they have sort of bonded over that even if they don't know each other too well yet. Rik points when Zack asks after Damien who is sitting on the floor still, watching carefully, though his neutral expression brightens some when he sees Zack at the door. The tall Dog gets to his feet to go talk to the drummer. He's not showing it but the panic in the room had unnerved him and he's feeling uneasy so this is a welcome distraction.
Rik turns to Dean. "That's Zack. The Angels' drummer."
The door opens and Dean can't help but look out of curiosity. The new guy to the room is another youngster, and he nods in acknowledgement of the name. When they're looked over at by Zack, do Rik can point him out, he gets a small wave.
"It's family, you got a right to be defensive." He's not blind to the dynamic there, with or without being told, at all. Takes one to know one, as they say, even if his are... yep, moving on. Even mentally, swiftly moving on. The hand going on the mark kind of sends Dean's mind into flip-flop mode. There had been when Cas had jerked his sleeve up to expose it, but even including that not one time had anybody else had touched it. It doesn't do anything, of course, it just takes him by surprise a little bit, especially after all the kick off they just had over the damn thing. It earns Rik a small smile, cautious but genuine. The comment about Rik and Viktor earns him a quiet chuckle. "And that doesn't surprise me. Reckon Viktor could start a fight in an empty room, given half the chance."
There's both amusement and bemusement as Rik rattles off the list, but probably not for the reasons that he's thinking. "Right. Fucking Nexus, man. And don't worry about it, it's enough." It's both a good and a bad thing, although he's glad he found the nexus after he cleared (most) of his personal bias' rather than before; mark or no. He's also aware they're being listened to out here as much as he's listening in on the room. "Guess I need to get out of the habit of asking that question, huh? It'll never not be weird to think I could probably explain what a hunter is and skip the whole the truth is out there spiel, though. Even if where I'm from that ain't such a good thing considering more's out there willing to eat you than make friends."
Does it say much about the weirdness that is his life that he kind of forgets it's a thing when he's not actively in it? Probably. Although it helps he's almost consistently distracted. He's half a fifth in, and the alcohol buffer is starting to kick in and help a lot with the talking thing, even if he's still feeling far from comfortable again. He's doubting that'll happen tonight.
"Not met Ziggy yet, heard a lot about him though. A lot. Did meet Jack though, and he's a trip." And he clearly means that in a good way. He's fond, despite only meeting the guy once.
Zack wasn't sure what conversation he'd walked into but he spotted Damien immediately and then Rik talking to some strange guy. There was Hunter with his tarty drummer in his lap, Aarne with Joe holding onto him. Feeling a little shy, Zack offered a small wave to the new guy and guessed he was a friend of the band. Pushing his hair away from his face the Brit nodded to Joe, who gave his drummer a stuck out tongue and a peace sign. Of course. How smashed were Joe and Aarne? To be honest they didn't look the like usual crazy pair like normal. Maybe it was because of their guest.
"Uh, hey. Nice to meet you. I'm Zack "The Hellmaster." That's my Angel's nickname anyway."
The guy sounded American and this didn't surprise Zack that he would be since they were touring New York right now. Talk of Ziggy got the drummer smiling since everyone knew the red-haired singer. Then there was Jack. Zack adored the tall heeled Dog leader because of how friendly and warm he was. That and the fact he introduced Damien to him.
"Jack's a really nice bloke. He introduced Damien to me."
He wanted to make that a point as he shyly took Damien's hand and squeezed it. Everyone seemed to be drinking spirits and the drummer was a little nervous since he fancied a soda right now.
"Consider this the trial by fire like I had with Viktor." The Dane's upbeat spirit is taking over after the turmoil. If Hunter was Mom of the band, Rik was the caretaker always looking to comfort and get people to smile when shit was down. The comment about Viktor gets a smirk from the guitarist. "Viktor's calmer now. He's got, I don't know, five inches on Vars but I don't think he was ready for someone who will get right in his face. I'm not sure Tom's happy about the hell of them running together" Rik motioned at the scorch marks on the wall across the way. "... but the rest of us are."
Rik considers what Dean is saying with diverted eyes and offers. "Better to explain, maybe. I know hunters in Damien's world means snipers or something from the government. I know Gloria comes from a bad place too but she doesn't talk about it. You can just see it in her eyes when you ask about home."
Reserved and introverted, Rik watched people and listened when he wasn't pulling pranks. "Ziggy gave Aarne the crawling feeling at first too. There's something about the singer. It sounds crazy but he doesn't seem 'real'? Jack has some of it too. Did Jack talk about...."
Rik trails off when he notices a harsh and disapproving look from Damien. Swallowing he tries to keep the conversation up. "Damien is Jack's second and I heard he has a temper like Viktor."
Damien followed Zack over because the drummer had ahold of his hand. "I'm not that bad!"
He tries to brush off the comment which makes Rik laugh. "The gun?"
Damien shrugs. "They deserved it and I didn't shoot anyone, only flashed some steel."
Through the banter Rik smiles at the two. They were such an odd couple with the drummer that made even Rik look outgoing with the rough, extroverted and dangerous Dog. Damien turns to Dean and offers a hand.
"We didn't get much of an introduction in the chaos, but this is calm for a night here." No one was physically fighting, hauled to jail, or undressed. A little screaming and panic was on the quiet end of the spectrum.
"Hey, Zack. Ditto. Name's Dean." He responds to the introduction with warmth and ease, shaking Damien's offered hand as well. "Pretty much what I've heard, nobody has a bad word to say about the guy that has met him."
He notices the look between Damien and Rik and puts out there after he's done chuckling at the banter: "I know what Jack was willing to share while we were sharing a drink. No more, no less." It does the job of saying he's okay with not knowing more... even if he is curious as all hell. But that's okay because it makes it the perfect time to elaborate, seeing as how he was going to anyway and things were finally calm again.
"Hunters in my place refer to the guys who keep people safe from things that go bump in the night. Vamps, ghosts and poltergeists, vetala, angels, demons, zombies, you name it and it's ready to maim, eat, or just generally fuck with you. Except the giant sentient robots, that was a new one on me. Anyway. Me, my brother, and a few others who are around make it our business to stop their business, if you see what I'm saying. And me and Sammy? We're the best at what we do." It's not any kind of bragging, it's a firm confidence in the knowledge that he's not wrong. They'd lost a large amount of the biggest Hunters in the business, and of the ones currently running, that he an Sam know of, they were both the longest running and stopped the biggest names in hazards to humanity.
They'd made mistakes, but who hasn't? Even with the guilt of lost friends and family that threatened to drown him, as far as skill goes, he and Sam were unmatched and he knew it.
"If this is a quiet night? I should've started partying with you years ago, holy shit." He is definitely feeling better about this whole mess, and easing back into himself.
Zack nodded and wondered what it was like to deal with the stuff Dean did. The supernatural with strange dangerous creatures. It was pretty terrifying really as he held onto Damien, nuzzling close into that long hair. Gilly whispered something into Hunter's ear as the Swede got up and took hold of his drummer's hand.
"Gilly wants to go back to our room now so I'll bid you all goodnight. Nice to meet you, blomma."
He offered Dean a wink before both Gilly and Hunter left the room to go back to their own bedroom to engage in intimacy more likely. That or get high as fuck on coke and get crazy. Either way, they had now gone and Joe blew a kiss towards Gilly just as he left, causing the blond tart to stick his tongue out before closing the door behind them. There was a moment of quiet before Joe giggled and bit on Aarne's ear playfully.
Then, another knock.
The door pushed open and in walked Mick with the bassist Weird. Both men had bottles of booze in their hands as they shut the door behind them. Obviously, the word had got around that the American was here in the room with the other band members and Damien.
"Hello. Thought me and Weird could add to the party. We've brought booze."
Mick wiggling his bottle of gin in the air and Weird waving his bottle of whiskey. Perfect. Joe smiled and was happy there was more booze. Yay!
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Date: 2021-07-01 07:58 pm (UTC)As for the sex dolls? That was a mix of being drunk, high and genuinely having a laugh with each other. Joe went along with it because the whole thing was hilarious making dolls out of all the band members. As for the one with the horse cock? Fuck knew where that one went.
"Not sure about the horse cock one. Aarne's right about your tarty naked ass, Gilly. Everyone knows you love it when Hunter chases you and slaps your ass."
He stuck a tongue out at the tarty drummer, who glared and offered a middle finger to the bassist. It was all good fun though and Hunter knew this. What Dean said though? That got the bassist smirking.
"Targets? Good idea. Next time we could do that. What do you say, babe?"
Joe moved to kiss Aarne's lips softly before putting the bottle of Jack to his lips once more, drinking large gulps.
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Date: 2021-07-01 08:21 pm (UTC)He's grinning at all the exchange among the others. "I hope it flew off and landed in the middle of some posh, stuck up party."
He's about to answer Joe when his eyes catch the mark on Dean's arm. He doesn't recognize it but his skin crawls everywhere all the sudden, every hair instantly raising up until his arms are covered in gooseflesh. His voice feels gone and then Aarne screams in terror.
"Murhaaja!" His voice high pitched and frightened as he starts pushing Joe away from Dean. There's nothing playful about it as he's desperate and starts freaking out. "Kuolema käyttää häntä!"
The Fin is out of his mind and Rik is staring. He's never seen Aarne scared of anything, even people pulling weapons on them or anything. He's up off the bed while slinging the guitar over his shoulder. The rat had bolted to hide in Rik's guitar case.
"Kuolema käyttää häntä. Hän on merkitty Mubpienålmajilla!" He's still pushing Joe back away from Dean, back to the bassist so he can keep an eye on Dean. Rik looks so confused and glances between Aarne and Dean.
"What are you talking about?" Rik is so lost but he's starting to panic too. "What do you mean Mubpienålmajilla?"
Aarne shoved Joe until they hit the wall and then put himself between Joe and Dean, back pressed into the bassist. "Hän tuo mukanaan murhanhenkiä."
Rik turns to Dean, brow furrowed in utter confusion while having to dodge Aarne who is trying to drag Rik farther away from Dean. The Dane questioning Dean. "What does he mean Death or a death spirit or..."
Rik turns to Aarne with his arms up helpless because he doesn't understand. "Hvad mener du med henkien murhaaminen?"
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Date: 2021-07-01 08:53 pm (UTC)"What's he saying?" He makes a show of putting the bottle down slowly, more than aware of a the weapons in the room. He's gonna back up slowly to where he dumped his jacket and threw his shirt, redonning the flannel and jacket, as he replies to Rik "Death spirit? Is that what he's saying? Because honestly shit just went from 0 to 100 hundred and I have no idea what is going going on right now." He has a very small idea and he is hoping he is wrong, but the clueless act has been working for him for years and that's one act he has down perfect. Unless, of course, it turns out Aarne is some sort of psychic which would be just his fucking luck, but so far they've all picked up on it faster. So, he is making guesses but is almost as lost as everyone else in the room. Lost enough to sell it.
"I only came here to party, dude." That much was true, at least. Was one night off from his life too much to ask? Apparently, yes. "I can go."
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Date: 2021-07-01 09:04 pm (UTC)Joe just stared wide-eyed when Aarne freaked out and went crazy, screaming and dragging him back against the wall, almost shielding him from the new guy, Dean. What the fuck? The bassist was just confused as was Rik and Gilly, who were now wide-eyed and wondering what the hell was up with Aarne. Why had he flipped out over Dean's mark? Was it some sort of danger sign? Joe's rough understanding was that it was some sort of devil mark. Evil? Had Aarne just called Dean evil?
Fuck.
"Hey, babe? Calm down----fuck. What the hell is going on? Dean isn't evil, mate. He's not going to hurt any of us."
Joe had never seen Aarne act like this and it was fucking scary. Shit, what could he do? He held onto the crazy Fin's arm and tried to reassure him by rubbing up his bicep. Hunter had gotten up, holding Gilly close whilst offering some reassurance to Aarne by speaking some of his own language.
"Aarne, mitä sinä teet? Rauhoitu, kukkanen. Anteeksi. Tämä mies, Dean? Hän ei ole paha. Hän ei satuta ketään meistä."
Hunter's Finnish may sound slightly broken but he wanted to get in touch with the crazed Fin, hoping to calm him down somewhat.
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Date: 2021-07-01 09:21 pm (UTC)He's still wild but at least the yelling has stopped briefly. His voice is still panicked when he turns to Hunter. "Hänellä on paha merkki. Minä näin sen!"
Rik is trying to digest what is happening so he can answer Dean. "I don't know what Mubpienålmajilla means." The Dane admits and he can't be sure how important that might be. "Aarne says you have a murderous.. or maybe it is death? or evil? spirit with you and that you brought death here with you."
Rik motions for Dean to step back on the balcony which panics Aarne again, though he thankfully stays with Joe. The Dane hoping out of sight, out of mind will help his bandmate calm down. "Aarne is nōjjd, a spirit drummer, or would be if he was male. He's seen things before but I've never seen them scare him."
The Dane wants to know what the hell is going on and despite his own nervousness talking to a stranger, it is necessary.
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Date: 2021-07-02 10:25 am (UTC)Which is why he follows the Dane. He'll stop long enough to grab his bottle again on the way out onto the balcony though. He leans against the balcony with a sigh, looking out over the rest of the city. Nice big ol' drink. "I'm vaguely familiar with the idea, in as much as I know that pretty much worldwide there are links with music and spirits and that it's not a new idea."
So much for a night off of being him. Goddamn it.
"It's not a spirit, it's a curse." But it does make him wonder if his soul is as human as he and Sam assumed it was after the cure. "It's old, it's not good, but it's under control. For now. When things have calmed down, I'll explain to the room, because honestly I've only got one round of explaining in me, and then if you guys want me to go I'll go. I ain't here to cause trouble."
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Date: 2021-07-04 07:56 am (UTC)"It's alright, blomma. Don't go. Aarne just got scared as did we all. You are not causing trouble, Dean---sit down."
Being the vodka mum it was often Hunter's job to calm down situations within his band just as it was anywhere else. He touched Dean's arm and looked to both Rik and Aarne, hoping they were alright too. Joe seemed shaken but was more interested in calming his crazy Fin. Hunter turned to Aarne next, putting a hand on the drummer's shoulder.
"Kaikki hyvin, kukka. Hän on harmiton ja sanoo, että se on hallinnassa. Ei kirousta tai pahuutta. Oletko kunnossa?"
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Date: 2021-07-04 04:04 pm (UTC)Rik smiled at Hunter and patted the singer's arm gently. He was such a mother hen sometimes. "I got this. Go check on the others."
Then he turns back to Dean. The Dane is soft, gentle when he needs to be, though Viktor would probably say he was a scrappy little bastard for the way they clashed. "We can talk and you don't have to go. Aarne is...he has two moods; asleep and over the top."
Rik stepped out farther and leaned on the balcony rail while shifting the guitar on his back. "I can talk to Aarne and keep him calm."
Aarne was slowly coming back to being reasonable but he still had himself firmly planted between Joe and where Dean was even if he was out of sight now. Aarne stared at Hunter for a moment and shook his head. It wasn't ok, not yet. He'd never experienced that kind of visceral, spiritual fear before. Sure, he had snuck off as a kid to the places that were supposed to have bad spirits, but they had never triggered a flight response that strong nor made his skin crawl like he was covered in ants.
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Date: 2021-07-04 08:21 pm (UTC)He runs a hand over the stuff on his chin as he contemplates where even to begin with explaining, sliding his back down the balcony railing so he was sat looking in the direction of the room, although he was firmly out of sight and couldn't actually see in himself, one knee bent so he could rest the drinking arm on it, other leg outstretched. Getting a good read on where they were at with their biblical shit might be a good idea. "You guys are clearly not Christian, I know enough about enough to know that much, but have any of you got any real knowledge of the bible at all? Beyond Jesus being the son of God and sometimes on a tortilla, I mean. We'd be talking old testament here."
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Date: 2021-07-05 02:20 pm (UTC)"Babe? Hey, it's ok. You scared me for real. Shit, I've never seen you like this before."
The Brit still looking pretty shaken up and wanting to comfort his crazy lover. The mark must have unseated something tribal and primal in the Fin and it scared everyone shitless. Joe rubbed Aarne's bicep and kissed it, not knowing how else to comfort his Fin. Rik could help calm Dean down and Hunter wanted to keep the peace as well as calm his tart down. No sooner had Joe glanced towards Gilly then the tart spoke up, looking as if he'd shit himself.
"What the fuck was that all about? Why did you have to scream like some demented banshee? My ears are still ringing from that damn noise."
Gilly, the tartmouth had spoken.
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Date: 2021-07-05 03:26 pm (UTC)"Vars and I were raised Christian, I think some of the Brits too." Rik sighed and then broke into a smile. "Christianity is another thing that Aarne hates. They've forcibly erased his heritage and religion for centuries. Maybe the Christianity made his reaction worse?"
Rik couldn't be sure but that would make sense. Aarne was rather worldly and despite his constant, drunken madness read every book he came across.
Aarne felt exhaustion coming as the adrenaline began to fade. Finally, he just folded himself into Joe's chest, shaking slightly from his emotions and the drugs. His pulse racing to the point he felt nauseated.
Aarne didn't move much but he stared at Gilly, eyes still wild though he also began to look tired. Quietly but with force Aarne answered Gilly.
"He's brought a spirit here that hurts people. I felt it. I saw it!"
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Date: 2021-07-08 02:59 pm (UTC)His free hand rubs at the bridge of his nose, trying to massage out some of the tension that started settling in his head. "The bible is less of a hypothetical than a lot of people think. Religion in general, actually." Although, all of a sudden, he's chuckling. "Took an angel to a brothel, once. That went about as well as you would think. Funny as hell, though." Just in case you need more of a read on just how weird his life is.
He's also not explaining this too quietly, just at a normal talking volume - if it's gonna bring on another crisis, gender rather it all get out of the way now. After all, it's gonna be on the smaller end of reveals.
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Date: 2021-07-08 05:58 pm (UTC)"I didn't know you could feel weird spirits, honey. I'm here for you, alright mate?"
Joe wondered what Rik was telling Dean since they were out on the balcony now. Listening in he could hear what the Dane was saying since he was speaking at normal talking volume. No need to keep secrets here especially since everyone was scared shitless pretty much. Downing some more Jack he offered Aarne some booze.
"This might calm your nerves, babe."
Gilly was just rolling his eyes sat in Hunter's lap at it all. Fucking hell! The crazy Fin and his drunk boyfriend. Whatever next. At least the Swede was trying to diffuse the situation somehow.
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Date: 2021-07-08 06:31 pm (UTC)"Aarne's mother told me once that his spirit guides were always close to him." He pauses to look at the American with a bit of confusion. "He's always drumming. Vars told me he calls the spirits on the stage. I've seen him drum in his sleep because he can't stop."
And then the Dane flushed pink across the cheeks as he wondered if he just gave away the fact he dated the Fin. He worried about Joe's jealousy sometimes but it was too late now. However, he is torn from those thoughts by what Dean is saying about the angel. No wonder this guy knew Vars.
"Loki watches over us." At least Vars and Aarne were adamant about it and Rik had met them. "There's a lot we keep quiet, that you'll never see in the magazines or papers."
His eyes shift to Damien who is sitting there on the floor watching the mayhem quietly. Rik just shook his head at his thoughts... like the Angel's drummer dating a man bred by an evil government in another dimension. Then he grins too. "Jack dates an angel that owns a strip bar."
He's yet to see much of the angel but Rik has a good bead on how to calm people despite his dislike of strangers in general.
Aarne shook off the booze. He wanted to lay here on Joe because his memories of the years where he wasn't safe had rushed into his mind with the fear. He doesn't want to think about them. "I'm tired."
The fright had been so extreme that he's feeling worn as he comes down from the rush of adrenaline. He whispers to Joe. "I'm Sami. We know the spirits, rakastaja."
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Date: 2021-07-08 07:01 pm (UTC)"I might be able to hook him up with a contact that can help him with that, although I'd need to ask her about Aarne's religion thing. Not that it will be a problem for her, she ain't that kind of woman, just more to see if she's familiar. I don't know how taboo that would be, for him though, if he wouldn't be offended by the offer in the first place." If Rik thinks it could help and wouldn't offend, he'd offer once he said his piece. "Even bring her to somewhere Aarne feels more safe for him."
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Date: 2021-07-10 09:00 pm (UTC)"It's ok, babe. The whole spirit thing? It's new to me and call me a ignorant Brit but I want to understand. You're so fucking amazing."
A soft hair pull and then Joe noticed Hunter's caring expression at watching the bassist care for his drummer. It was cute. Gilly just didn't care for all the spiritual crap thing and curled up into his Swede's lap. As for the angel who dated Jack---he sounded a fucking riot and Joe would have to meet him one day if he already hadn't so far.
"You're much more beautiful than any angel, sweetie. Everyone needs to see this."
Joe was drunk and wanting to dote on Aarne even in front of Dean and Damien.
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Date: 2021-07-11 02:57 pm (UTC)"Aarne is Sami and I don't know how they would take an offer to 'fix him'." Rik pressed his lips together in thought, biting on the bottom one while considering what to say. "In Sami culture, children are born and protected to the goddess then a boy leaves her for the god when he becomes a man. I've heard a few shamans talk about Aarne as either being kept by the goddess or maybe even being a man born with the spirit of a woman. Either way, how he is, it's important to them. Even the drumming. Being female to them and showing signs that a god that only comes to men speaks to his spirit is important. That god is something like Thor and Bragi mixed as one."
Rik is sort of rambling as he tries to express things he thinks will be important for Dean to know if he wants to make that offer to Aarne. Eventually, the guitarist shrugs. "They might consider it oppressing their spiritual practices. I know Aarne's family group is one of only a few that held on to the old ways through the Christianization of the Sami people. I'd bring it up carefully if you do."
Aarne sighed against Joe's chest. "Drumming lets me see and hear the spirits around."
Joe more than anyone would know just how much Aarne drummed, constant, on everything. It was one of the reasons he had sticks on him most of the time. "They warned me when I saw the tattoo he has."
Tattoo was the best description he had for the mark that Dean wore. The compliment, despite his upset, gets a small and brief smile from the Fin. "I'm more of a devil."
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Date: 2021-07-13 07:29 am (UTC)He recognises that he's going into a mental spiral. He knows that just because he hasn't drunk enough. He is definitely working on fixing that, currently.
At least it's sounding like things in the room are calmed in the room. Time for a distraction out here if nothing else for himself. Follow up question for Rik: "My actual follow-up question is how much experience with the supernatural do you guys have? Just spirits?"
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Date: 2021-07-14 07:18 am (UTC)Then, there was a knock at the door and Joe turned to see who it might be.
The door pushed open slowly as a young man pushed his head in slightly; his head was a mass of long curly hair and his face showed a sheepish smile.
"Uh---can I come in? Someone said Damien was in here with you guys."
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Date: 2021-07-15 12:18 am (UTC)Rik doesn't know why the question catches him as off guard as it does but there's a long pause and a moment of panic in the Dane's expression before he can speak. "Gods, angels.... I think Hunter and Viktor have met the devil, Fenrir, mm... Zombies, Aarne knows about Vironsusi. I spent some time with a person that has 6 eyes. Uh......" Rik wasn't social, not like the others, so he is mostly talking about what he's heard from the others. "Do giant living robots count?.... and..." Rik glances at Damien, nervously then back at Dean. "I'm not sure what I should tell you. Outing Aarne's gender and ability when he would tell you himself isn't the same as people who don't want anyone to know. I guess there's other things too." Rik could think of several things; Ziggy's mother was definitely in some uncanny valley and then Jack's eye, whatever that was and whatever Damien was, but the guitarist felt those were personal things. "Have you met Ziggy yet?"
As if on cue the door opened and the Angels' drummer was peeking in. Like Rik, he's young and they have sort of bonded over that even if they don't know each other too well yet. Rik points when Zack asks after Damien who is sitting on the floor still, watching carefully, though his neutral expression brightens some when he sees Zack at the door. The tall Dog gets to his feet to go talk to the drummer. He's not showing it but the panic in the room had unnerved him and he's feeling uneasy so this is a welcome distraction.
Rik turns to Dean. "That's Zack. The Angels' drummer."
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Date: 2021-07-15 07:29 am (UTC)"It's family, you got a right to be defensive." He's not blind to the dynamic there, with or without being told, at all. Takes one to know one, as they say, even if his are... yep, moving on. Even mentally, swiftly moving on. The hand going on the mark kind of sends Dean's mind into flip-flop mode. There had been when Cas had jerked his sleeve up to expose it, but even including that not one time had anybody else had touched it. It doesn't do anything, of course, it just takes him by surprise a little bit, especially after all the kick off they just had over the damn thing. It earns Rik a small smile, cautious but genuine. The comment about Rik and Viktor earns him a quiet chuckle. "And that doesn't surprise me. Reckon Viktor could start a fight in an empty room, given half the chance."
There's both amusement and bemusement as Rik rattles off the list, but probably not for the reasons that he's thinking. "Right. Fucking Nexus, man. And don't worry about it, it's enough." It's both a good and a bad thing, although he's glad he found the nexus after he cleared (most) of his personal bias' rather than before; mark or no. He's also aware they're being listened to out here as much as he's listening in on the room. "Guess I need to get out of the habit of asking that question, huh? It'll never not be weird to think I could probably explain what a hunter is and skip the whole the truth is out there spiel, though. Even if where I'm from that ain't such a good thing considering more's out there willing to eat you than make friends."
Does it say much about the weirdness that is his life that he kind of forgets it's a thing when he's not actively in it? Probably. Although it helps he's almost consistently distracted. He's half a fifth in, and the alcohol buffer is starting to kick in and help a lot with the talking thing, even if he's still feeling far from comfortable again. He's doubting that'll happen tonight.
"Not met Ziggy yet, heard a lot about him though. A lot. Did meet Jack though, and he's a trip." And he clearly means that in a good way. He's fond, despite only meeting the guy once.
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Date: 2021-07-15 04:08 pm (UTC)"Uh, hey. Nice to meet you. I'm Zack "The Hellmaster." That's my Angel's nickname anyway."
The guy sounded American and this didn't surprise Zack that he would be since they were touring New York right now. Talk of Ziggy got the drummer smiling since everyone knew the red-haired singer. Then there was Jack. Zack adored the tall heeled Dog leader because of how friendly and warm he was. That and the fact he introduced Damien to him.
"Jack's a really nice bloke. He introduced Damien to me."
He wanted to make that a point as he shyly took Damien's hand and squeezed it. Everyone seemed to be drinking spirits and the drummer was a little nervous since he fancied a soda right now.
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Date: 2021-07-16 12:12 am (UTC)Rik considers what Dean is saying with diverted eyes and offers. "Better to explain, maybe. I know hunters in Damien's world means snipers or something from the government. I know Gloria comes from a bad place too but she doesn't talk about it. You can just see it in her eyes when you ask about home."
Reserved and introverted, Rik watched people and listened when he wasn't pulling pranks. "Ziggy gave Aarne the crawling feeling at first too. There's something about the singer. It sounds crazy but he doesn't seem 'real'? Jack has some of it too. Did Jack talk about...."
Rik trails off when he notices a harsh and disapproving look from Damien. Swallowing he tries to keep the conversation up. "Damien is Jack's second and I heard he has a temper like Viktor."
Damien followed Zack over because the drummer had ahold of his hand. "I'm not that bad!"
He tries to brush off the comment which makes Rik laugh. "The gun?"
Damien shrugs. "They deserved it and I didn't shoot anyone, only flashed some steel."
Through the banter Rik smiles at the two. They were such an odd couple with the drummer that made even Rik look outgoing with the rough, extroverted and dangerous Dog. Damien turns to Dean and offers a hand.
"We didn't get much of an introduction in the chaos, but this is calm for a night here." No one was physically fighting, hauled to jail, or undressed. A little screaming and panic was on the quiet end of the spectrum.
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Date: 2021-07-18 09:41 am (UTC)He notices the look between Damien and Rik and puts out there after he's done chuckling at the banter: "I know what Jack was willing to share while we were sharing a drink. No more, no less." It does the job of saying he's okay with not knowing more... even if he is curious as all hell. But that's okay because it makes it the perfect time to elaborate, seeing as how he was going to anyway and things were finally calm again.
"Hunters in my place refer to the guys who keep people safe from things that go bump in the night. Vamps, ghosts and poltergeists, vetala, angels, demons, zombies, you name it and it's ready to maim, eat, or just generally fuck with you. Except the giant sentient robots, that was a new one on me. Anyway. Me, my brother, and a few others who are around make it our business to stop their business, if you see what I'm saying. And me and Sammy? We're the best at what we do." It's not any kind of bragging, it's a firm confidence in the knowledge that he's not wrong. They'd lost a large amount of the biggest Hunters in the business, and of the ones currently running, that he an Sam know of, they were both the longest running and stopped the biggest names in hazards to humanity.
They'd made mistakes, but who hasn't? Even with the guilt of lost friends and family that threatened to drown him, as far as skill goes, he and Sam were unmatched and he knew it.
"If this is a quiet night? I should've started partying with you years ago, holy shit." He is definitely feeling better about this whole mess, and easing back into himself.
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Date: 2021-07-20 07:54 pm (UTC)"Gilly wants to go back to our room now so I'll bid you all goodnight. Nice to meet you, blomma."
He offered Dean a wink before both Gilly and Hunter left the room to go back to their own bedroom to engage in intimacy more likely. That or get high as fuck on coke and get crazy. Either way, they had now gone and Joe blew a kiss towards Gilly just as he left, causing the blond tart to stick his tongue out before closing the door behind them. There was a moment of quiet before Joe giggled and bit on Aarne's ear playfully.
Then, another knock.
The door pushed open and in walked Mick with the bassist Weird. Both men had bottles of booze in their hands as they shut the door behind them. Obviously, the word had got around that the American was here in the room with the other band members and Damien.
"Hello. Thought me and Weird could add to the party. We've brought booze."
Mick wiggling his bottle of gin in the air and Weird waving his bottle of whiskey. Perfect. Joe smiled and was happy there was more booze. Yay!
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