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Officer of the Flamboyant(90s Rockstar OC) Pt. 1

Okay, this is my very first ff. Whoever stumbles upon it, I hope you like it.

A/N: I like writing about men with a feminine style sometimes. My OC was the second character I made that presents a man who is more into feminine things like dresses, makeup, etc.

Ok...

OC(Zephyr)xFemOc!(Athena)

The late 80s and early 90s had graced people with various, versatile musicians. Some people were able to meet them without struggle or problems. Groupies are not included.

The Rock culture itself is very diverse and flamboyant. From a distance, it may come across as black and white, but it accomplishes versatility in the sense that with any flexible appeal and instruments, you can woo any crowd of yours to their feet.

Zephyr knew what he brought to his concerts. For his band, a semi-well-known Hard Rock band named Zephlon Don from Tempe, Arizona, he had to step up and capture the attention of the audience with his eccentricity, or what his mind told him.

The Beginning

From the beginning, they were known as a hard rock band and only a hard rock band. Some inner-city music critics have mentioned how mediocre Zephlon Don’s music sounds. A few would argue that the group’s music copied that of Guns N’ Roses with their debut song, “Take Me Baby,” similar to, “Shadow of Your Love,”. Fueling the hater’s claims that Zephyr has no talent or originality.

That was until he began touring. He would start dressing femininely. He wouldn’t start so strong, he would wear black flare pants and floral patterns following flowers in his feathered, aerosol-scented hair. His style would gradually shift to him wearing tighter leather pants and tank tops that would reveal his v-line and happy trail(call that shit a forest).

As the years transitioned, 1989 became 1990, and miraculously, Zephlon Don became famous. The group became popular, thanks to Zephyr. With his appeal, he would attract men and women alike. Some positive statements about his shows and songs would bring up how they were “inclusive” or “inviting” to many people who were gay. He would influence people to come out, some would stop for an interview and mention how current songs gave them the courage to come out. Zephlon Don’s members would even conform to Zephyr’s new ilk. Some would don floral clothes in black. Some would stay in all black but wear sultry, revealing clothes that would capture the fanbase’s attention.

Even during live shows, Zephyr wouldn't hesitate to show some skin.

Flings? Relationships…

Zephyr often mentioned in his songs a plethora of girls. Lindas, Suzys, Marguerite, etc. And yes he has had a couple of flings, on again and off again. He's bicurious, oftentimes he would often be seen with women pinned against his chest or other musicians that he affiliated with regardless of gender.

Though, they were all no-strings-attached. He never wanted to keep a relationship flourishing with someone, knowing that he could either spend his time extrapolating how to rise further into notoriety or writing songs for Zephlon Don.

It remained that way, until March 14th, 1990, when Zephlon Don was asked by an Austin, TX Rock Radio Station to fly out for an interview. Zephyr didn't turn it down(his manager already bought the tickets) because he believed that this could bring more notoriety to Zephlon Don. Especially from the so-called Live Music Capital of the World.

Fast Forward to Austin, the five-member group entered the Radio Station’s building. They were greeted by the Secretary of the CEO. She rang the Rock Radio station’s hosts for them to personally escort them upstairs. Once one of the hosts came down, they greeted all of the members, one by one before taking them to the elevator.

Once they were on the floor, they walked a long way through the employee kitchen and lounge room until they finally reached the glass door with a neon sign on it that said 98.6 Metal Mentality.

Once the host opened the door, he walked in, along with the members. They would notice a beaming lady dressed in a graphic Zephlon Don tee and a long silk burgundy skirt. She had a gummy smile that was similar to a child's, youthful and eager. She’s a fan. Or she may be playing this stint so that she can gain more recognition from someone.

“We’re so thankful to finally have this opportunity y'all.” The male host spoke, walking next to his coworker while she stood from her seat.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you two. I see that you are a fan of us.” Zephyr asked, directing his attention to the hostess while the others were speaking with the male host.

“A-actually, yes. My favorite song is “I’m Hooked (Like a Moth to a Flame)”,” She responds, curling her two-strand twists around her index finger.

“Oh, baby, there's nothing to be shy about. What's your name, darling?”

“Athena,” Athena looks up at the taller man. She had a foreboding that he was teasing her. She knew that for sure. But was he?

Zephyr felt his mind surge with endorphins. He felt the same sensation as when he would treat himself to his marijuana while he was working on pieces. He knew what it was, but he unfortunately desired it. Bizarre how one occurrence caused him to be hooked like his 1 year Mary Jane addiction.

“Mira, you don't have to be shy around me. I'm not a wicked jack.” He assures, crossing his arms and shifting his weight on his right leg. The raven tank he was wearing lifted, revealing his V-line and his recently healed lipstick tattoo.

His feathered hair covered his face, yet his piercing mahogany eyes were visible. The cat-like eyeliner he wore gave him a sultry look. He sucks in his cheekbones slightly, giving off this, “I’m hooked,” expression.

“Hey, 5 minutes before we start.” The male host announced to the two. Signaling them to take their seats. The seat that was next to Athena’s was already occupied by Zephyr’s drummer. When she went to sit down, Zephyr scowled at the drummer, Stan, who only stuck his tongue out playfully. To add insult to injury, Athena noticed, chuckling at the mischievous Stan.

—

Virtually an hour would pass by and Zephyr would concede to himself that he was undoubtedly in love. During their interview, the male host Lazlo would ask about the band’s inspiration and whom they hope to aspire to. Zephyr though uninterested in these lame questions still answered with applicable responses. Sometimes, he would pass them off to Stan or his additional guitarist, Leroy.

When Athena would inquire about touring Texas, member’s tattoos, who are the Suzys and Lindas, and if she could have a backstage pass, however, Zephyr would immediately chime in to answer questions, interrupting anyone else who dared open their pink lips to respond.

Any joke she would crack, he would enlarge his mouth and laugh like a hyena on crack. Tears streaming down his face, eyes focused on her face. The others would occasionally laugh or snicker as they regarded her as an eccentric host who just so happened to be a fan.

Zephyr, despite being several seats away, would tease and flirt with Mira. Athena would be caught off guard sometimes but would laugh it off, knowing that this was his nature.

This is working, I've got it in the bag! Zephyr thought as he smiled at the girl.

It was about time for them to wrap it up, Athena was about to get up to get a cup of water(by then, Stan was manipulated by Zephyr to switch seats so Zephyr could “talk to Athena better”) Zephyr’s hand glide above a cup of pens and pencils before knocking the cup over. Multiple items would fall to the floor, the sound directing Athena to Zephyr.

“What happened? Never mind, I'll pick them up,” she whispered, scooting her chair to get under the table. As she picked up the pens that fell, Zephyr went under the table as well.

The two adults would meet. Zephyr grinned at Athena when she looked him in the eyes. Peach would dust his cheeks. The other members and Lazlo would look underneath the wide desk, confused by the two’s behavior.

Athena would try to pick up the stationary items while Zephyr drifted closely to her ear, “I’m sorry, love. I'm just a little clumsy.” He teases, chuckling in her ear.

The smug scowl that stretched her plump burgundy lips went unnoticed on Zephyr’s end.

Hours Later

Zephyr lies on his hotel bed, staring at the ceiling fan as it spins moderately. He held the folded paper in his fingers, wondering if the time was right.

He unfolded the slip and sat upright, reaching for the hotel’s telephone. He dialed the number that he had coaxed.

He patiently waits as the phone rings twice. A ferocious smile cramped his lip muscles as he heard a click on the other line.

“Hello? Zephyr?” Instantly, Zephyr slammed the phone to hang it up. He was breathing heavily from the ordeal. Unfortunately, he had no idea that he had messily slammed the phone on the speaker button.

“Zephyr? Hello?! What's going on?”

Fuck!! He grunts, pinching his arched nose bridge.

“Ugh I swear to”

“Athena, h-hey, um how's it going?”

“Um, it’s okay, I'm about to head to my car to get home. Why what's up?”

“I was wondering if you could visit tonight. I know you are probably busy but…it’ll only be for an hour.” Zephyr asked, which came off as a plead.

“Oh yeah, I suppose I can visit. Where are you staying at?” She asked.

“I’m at the Marriot around the corner of your work.”

“Okay, is it like a party or something going on?” she asks.

“Erm, yeah, somewhat.”

30 Minutes Later

Zephyr waits in the hotel lobby for Athena to walk in. He sits far away from the medium crowd just not to attract attention. He had spritzed some breath spray into his mouth to combat the cigarette odor that lingered from his previous smoke break.

Once he saw the front door open, he saw Athena. This time, she wasn't wearing her Zephlon Don shirt, instead a black sweater. Which at first upset Zephyr, despite being aware of the weather being chilly at 7:30 pm.

He sat at the edge of his seat as he watched her go up to the receptionist's desk to ask for Zephyr. The receptionist would point at the dark man as he stood up and brushed any invisible residue on his clothes.

Athena walks to him, she gives him a gentle smile that causes him to stumble while he stands.

“Hey, so where will the party be?” she asked, holding a bag of chips packed in a Woolworths bag.

“Oh, that…don’t bother about the party, my bunch is throwing one in a bar right now.”He replies, snaking his tatted muscled arm around her shoulder.

“So no party? I guess I'll vamos.” She says before he places his arm lower to her hips, pursing one side to keep her pinned to him.

“Look, it’s no party, I'll admit it. But, it doesn't mean we can't have our little jest.”

—

In the confined R.213, Zephyr laid back on his eggshell bed. He fixed his gaze on Athena as she sat on the hotel’s loveseat.

“So…what are we going to do, Zephyr?”

“I dunno, c’mere, and we will see.” he flirts, curling his index finger to attempt to lure her in. Unfortunately, Athena didn't move. Only furrowed her thin brows while she grimaced at him. Initially, he took this as a farce, but then his ego slowly deflated when she crossed her arms and rolled her eyes.

“What is your motive Zeph?” Zephyr hesitates to answer.

“I’m listening,”

“…to have an hour with you.” a flustered grin plasters on his face. He rubs his visible waist that exhibits his kiss mark.

“Was that what you wanted? Aw, that's cute.” Athena spoke in a sardonic tone. She would get up, and walk towards the lain man.

Zephyr’s eyes widen, he rises from his position before she presses him back down.

“W-what’re you doing?” He asks whilst she straddles his lap.

“You called me over for an hour with you, right?”

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