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“That’s cool, I love to eat a lot too.  Thankfully, I have a good metabolism.”  After she took their hand, they received the message and did their best not to cross any more lines.  “I mean yeah, like dying sounds kind of like a drag.  Plus I think my family might be a bit sad if I did.”

While they stood there, Tony merely just looked down at the vampire curious as to what they should do from here.  “Um, there is a cool place where you can get some more blood.  Like for vampys and all.  I sometimes work there,” they commented.  “It is called Elysium.  Pretty chill place.”

"I need to have a proper meal, I like to eat a lot," she said with her unfamiliar smile on her face as she leaned in to say it as if it was a secret. She still held Tony's hands in her own to make sure that they didn't return on her, the warmth of their skin scorching. "I do think you would rather not die today, am I correct in that assumption?" she asked him with a tilt of her head.

She had never in her life had such a conversation with a human. There had never previously really been a choice. Once she put her lips and teeth on someone's neck or wrist there was not much of a rational thought left in her head and even if they would please she was deaf to it. She had few meals that did not end with a lifeless body in her hands, mostly by the guidance or command of Maurin. But those were all in the distant past, the present was very different.

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Amusement spread across their features hearing the vampire was feeling good.  Right now, Tony was too given drugs were still coursing through their system and she took some of their blood causing a lightheadedness to them.  There was some blood on them, but they didn’t mind.  It was Greywood after all and it was one of the things that happened when you donated.  At least their mom could get it out on any clothing it might come in contact with.

When she quickly pulled away, Tony suddenly was confused.  They thought they were having a fun time and now, they were not sure when she reached for their wrists and held them above her.  “Then from who?  Or you wanna go back in and get a drink with some in it?”

"Yes.... and it does," she confirmed and couldn't contain the smile on her lips as her eyes did a circle around both of them and felt as if what she usually considered foreign and cold light of the street lamps was now warm and sunny. She had not missed the sun more since waking up. She put a finger up to her face and wiped away the red drips, though not very successful as it spread across her chin. Seo was rarely sloppy but she had pulled away too quickly and so the blood was now marring both her and him.

His movement surprised her as she had been distracted. Being touched was not something she wanted and so she found herself quickly putting her own hands on their wrists and catching them, holding them in the air above her shoulders. "I do want more blood. I'm starving. But not from you, it is already too much," she said and though her words were cold the smile was still on her lips.

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“What mistakes?”  Tony questioned with genuine curiosity.  As far as they were aware, all the employees enjoyed their company and many of the guests found them endearing.  It was actually their first job where they were being complimented by the customers.  “But then I will miss out on my gaming team, where we hangout online together.” They commented trying to explain their own reasoning as to why they did what they did.  “Plus, the closing staff is a bunch of hardasses.”  Tony squirmed in the chair, unable to get comfortable.  Especially when they felt as if their boss was staring them down.  “But why?  They like me and we get along.  Isn’t that what you want?  I’m fun, shouldn’t you use that?  Like do fun activities and stuff and let me be in charge…well maybe not in charge but like part of it.”

This was going nowhere. John was losing the battle with his patience.

"None of that constitutes a good employee, Tony. I expect the people in my employ to show up on time and admit to their mistakes." John debated pointing out each of the mistakes in Tony's reasoning, although he doubted if they would land. Disagreeing with Tony's logic usually meant John went down a rabbit hole trying to prove the very point that he was being artfully distracted from. "If you keep coming in late, you'll need to stay later and later and help with the close." The opening staff and closing staffs were often at odds over each other's work performances, but it was nothing John could not handle. He was not sure whether adding Tony into the mix would solve the problem, but it was worth a try. "Some separation from those regulars might do you good."

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words to live by

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Although many thought Rosita could be standoffish and sometimes too into herself, Tony saw something many people did not.  They found her to be fun, intelligent and deep down really sweet.  Even though she did not show it too often.  One reason, they were outside her door wanting to hangout with her.

“Fuck off, Tony!”

Not exactly the response they wanted to here when they knocked.  However, they noticed something off in her tone and they knocked once more.

“Everything okay Rosita?”

The corner of their lips fell as they frowned.  

“What’s wrong?  And don’t say nothing, because I can tell something is wrong.”

Rosita didn't care about most things, she didn't care about anyone, especially didn't care what they thought of her. At least, that's what she tried to tell herself.

It was easy to pretend on most days. She wore pretty makeup and pretty dresses and acted confident so nobody would be able to bring her down. Sometimes, she just didn't have the energy to pretend.

Like today, she had spent the whole day feeling irritable, almost causing a scene at work. When she came back home, she took her shower, curled her hair and got dressed to go out. She hoped to find someone, anyone, who could make her feel less lonely, even if just for a night. As she was applying her makeup, a tear unexpectedly slid down her cheek. One tear turned into several, and soon she was sobbing uncontrollably, her makeup a mess.

She couldn't go out looking like this. She didn't understand why she couldn't keep her emotions buried today. Just then, she heard a knock on her door. Trying to sound normal despite her trembling voice, she yelled, "Fuck off, Tony!"

Grabbing a makeup wipe, she started removing the ruined makeup, tears still streaming down her face.

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“Damn dude, sounds like sleep walking.  I thought that was just something in movies.”  They commented.  “Uh, I think we’re downtown at the moment.”  It didn’t help that he was high and unsure about things themselves.

With the other so disorientated, Tony stayed a few feet away giving the other space.  “You seem like you could use some water, just something to calm down.”  It was odd for Tony to have decent suggestions, but they were actually concerned for the other’s well being since they had no clue what was taking place or where they were.

“Yeah man, I think you’re going to be alright.  Do you want me to walk with you or something?  We can get you some water or maybe a coffee to perk you right up.”  They offered, trying to be helpful.

Virgil was so extremely grateful to have woken up someplace where he wasn't alone. He hated to feel so disoriented. Out of pace. He did mushrooms and weed, yes, but strictly for pain management. He didn't like the out-of-control feeling he got from drinking or taking more drugs than he could handle.

"In Greywood. I was sleeping in my bed. But I woke up here, and I don't know where this is." He tried to take a breath to calm down and center himself, but it wasn't working.

Virgil was always very careful about the time. He never wanted to be stuck in a place where he couldn't remember anymore. He knew that ever since he'd walked out of the lake six years ago, he had no memory. All he had was the feeling that he was missing something. He'd built a life here and tried to move on. But he was always afraid in the back of his mind that it'd happen again. That he'd just forget his life here and wander off to some other town to start again. And now, even though he was still in Greywood, even though his memory was intact (or, he thought it was), he'd woken up having- what? Sleepwalked? He didn't know. He could only hope that was what was happening to him.

Virgil couldn't lie to the stranger, no matter how much he might want to. "I've been better. It has to be that I'm sleepwalking, right? I'm probably just sleepwalking."

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Guys night, one of Tony’s favorite pastimes.  Since they met Finch, the two seemed to hit it off.  Tony even hit it off with James, not that it was a surprise.  They tended to have child tendencies and often got along with children.  Although they should never be allowed to babysit given how irresponsible they were, Tony did know how to entertain children and sometimes would even be in charge of children activities at the country club where they thrived.

As they showed up, they smiled when James was the one to greet them at the door.  “Hey dude, what’s up?”  They questioned.  “Three games, dang man.  You better get ready for a beat down,” they teased as James let them inside.  “Pizza, my favorite.  Please say there are pineapples on the pizza.”  Coming further inside, they lifted up two liters of soda.  “So I brought the soda just in case, nothing fancy, just some Mountain Dew.  James, you are allowed to drink soda right?  Or did I just break a rule?”  Walking further in, they started to make themselves comfortable.  “So what games did you pick out buddy?”

Finch walked into the kitchen, as he heard the time for the oven go off. He grabbed the oven mitts, before he opened the over and pulled the tray off cookies out. "Okay, little man. Cookies for the bake sale are done." Finch placed the tray on the wooden chopping board before he looked over at James. "Have you picked any games out yet?" Finch asked as he closed the oven and turned it off before he put the oven mitts away. James grinned as he held up three games. "I got crash team racing, sonic and mario carts." James said as he put them on the coffee table before he shuffled towards the kitchen, grabbing the counter when he got closer. "Did...did you order the pizza?" James asked, voice breathy as normal. Finch nodded his head. "Of course, what is guys night with out the pizza."

After Finch transferred the cookies on to a cooling rack, he grabbed his phone. Checking the time before he looked over at James. "Are you feeling alright?" Finch moved over to James, and knelt down in front of him. Finch pushed some hair out of James's eyes. A hair cut was overdue, something Finch should really look into. James nodded his head as a knock sounded on the door. "Alright, go and answer it." Finch smiled as he moved back to the kitchen, grabbed some glasses out of the pantry. James shuffled over to door, using the wall as a balance. Once a door, he took a moment to open it before he smiled brightly as he saw Tony on the other side. "Tony. I picked three games for us." James said in way of a greeting. Finch poked his head around the corner a little, a small laugh falling from his lips. "Cap, let Tony in the door first."

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Outside against the cold brick of the building, Tony stood there leaning against it as they started to feel lightheaded from the vampire feeding off them.  It was hard to talk, so instead they just closed their eyes and derived pleasure from the puncture wounds and drugs.

Once she pulled away, they remained leaning given they were a little out of it.  A smile formed back at her when she smiled at them.  Perhaps it was the drugs, but Seo appeared to be glowing and it was a nice look on her.  “Uh, it was ecstasy.  You like it right?”  The gentle warmth in their cheeks as they gazed at her.  “Feels pretty good,” they stated.  Even with the blood trickling down their neck, they hardly cared as they watched the vampire in all her beauty.  Finally, they managed to kick back against the wall and take a few steps forward, placing their arms around her.  “Do you need more?  Blood…or some of what you’re feeling right now?”  They questioned since they still had more drugs on them.

She wasn't sure what to expect, having learned long ago that each human's reaction was different. But it took her a few seconds to find her own reaction different than the usual undisturbed bliss and the satiation of her hunger, which seemed to have no end and no beginning, there to be filled for eternity. And her - like the earth ready to gather every single drop of blood greedily as if it were the freshest of rain that kept her alive.

Her body was so ready to take in and absorb the blood that it was quick to take effect into her system, whatever it was that he had offered to her earlier that had no real purpose for her taken orally and without the blood it circulated in. But currently, whatever was in him was quickly seeping into her. Of course, she had been drunk from a human before, stumbling her way to her burrow and her vision blurry at times, but usually the effect did not stop her from finishing her meal. Now, however, the drug in Tony's system hit her like a bullet, filling her up with a warmth she had not felt in a long time. Maybe not since she had last seen her son's smile in the morning, filling her with the feeling that all is right in the world. A smile spread on her features, her lips still red, a trickle of liquid going down to her chin. "What in all hells did you take earlier?" she asked, her tone filled with more emotion than what it usually was. If her heart were beating it would probably start flying now.

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“I’m not blind,” they commented, not understanding the term.  “Yes! I am!”  Perhaps, Tony should learn to share, but they loved Yoshi since they were a child and they tended to get what they wanted or they would throw a temper tantrum as a child.  “Well you learned a lesson,” they smiled as they stuck out their tongue towards their friend.  “Wow, sounds a bit boring in your life.  I mean, not a lot is going on in my life either besides starting a band with this Avery person I just met.  It is going to be cool.  Oh, and work.  My boss is iffy, not sure but I feel like he doesn’t like me.  Which doesn’t make sense, because everyone loves me…right?”

"I think you suffer from something called time blindness." Tyler said as he moved to sit down on the couch as he reached for a slice of pizza. Tyler let out a laugh as he listened to Tony go on about Yoshi. "I know, I know. You are always Yoshi." Tyler grinned as he took a bite of his pizza. "I pretty sure you dam near broke my arm last time." Tyler said as he grabbed a napkin before he pizza down on it. "Don't worry, I will never forget the pineapple on the pizza. That you can always count on." Tyler said as he reached out for a drink and took a mouthful of it before he shook his head. "Nothing really, just busy with work. and Nugget is handful." Tyler said as he glanced around his place. "Who has gone into hiding I see."

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“For real?  You don’t mind, because I might hit you up on that offer.”  If they could figure out a system between their friends and family, perhaps they wouldn’t have to rely so heavily on the skateboard when getting around town.

“Whoa, timeout you help produce some songs.  Damn that is wild.  For sure, there are just some songs that hit differently than others,” Tony agreed.  “I don’t know how to write music or lyrics,” they admitted.  Sure, they could create music on their own, but to put it down on paper was a completely different story.  “Yeah, sounds like my mom and dad.  They’re different from each other, but like in the best of ways.”  Everything seemed to be going well between the new friend and themselves.  Both were into music and it appeared both were taking the notion of creating a band to heart.  “Maybe we can have tryouts or something?”  Tony was back and forth on attention, they loved it most of the time unless it was negative which was so often the case with them.  “Same here, but like we can figure something out.  Maybe something to do with our town or whatnot?”  They nodded.  “Wow, that is cool of her.  I’m down for sure.  Karter my brother is super smart, maybe they can come up with a name?”

"Shit, man" Avery chuckles, "That's really not something you want to be caught doing," he laughs a bit shaking his head, "Best stick with the skate then, bud, we don't want you ending behind bars, and if you ever need a ride, just ring me up, whenever my crappy car is done, anyway." "Yeah, songs about parttying and shit like that, those are fun, yes, I've help produce some very cool songs, but they never speak to me as well as something I can relate to,you know? I'm a lyrics kinda guy, even though I kinda suck at writting," Avery chuckles, just another thing he got from his dad, the passion for music, but for the songs that made sense to them. "He's a very smart man, when it comes to music anyway," Avery can't help to laugh, he loves the man, but sometime he was a little too silly, "My other dad got the brains, they're the kind of couple that--complete each other, you know?" he smiles, God, he really missed those guys. "Oh yeah! I can see where you're coming from, hopefully we can find ourself a good lead singer in the mean time if we do get the gig I can fill in singing just--" he chuckles a little, pushing the hair out of his face, "I don't really like the attention, so I may need you to save me if it gets too much," usually that was his cousin's job, but he wasn't there, was he? "Sure, we'll pick the songs and I'll make some arragement if need be to fit both the guitars," he offers, it was probably not hard for him, that was part of his job. "Ooh, yeah--fuck, I suck at names so bad!" Avery laughs, "Do you have any suggestions? we can write down a few and the vote on the best one,that's cool man, that would help, you always find college kids willing to play, Oh, my friend Willow is possibly getting me a gig, so I'll let you know if that works out? maybe you can join even if the band is stil not fully together. I'm sure we can both put on a good show."

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Per usual, Tony was out and about in the late hours of the night.  The Baxter had a part-time gig allowing vampires to feast on them.  Although that was not the reason for their roaming tonight, no he was a bit high and allowing the fresh mountain air sober them up before they headed home.

As they strolled down the pavement, their eyes glazed over and their body feeling light they were interrupted by a person.  “Uh, like Earth man? Or Greywood.”  They commented unsure what the other was asking.

“What’s up?  You okay?”  Tony asked, now a bit curious about the other.

Location: Somewhere in town

For: Anyone

Virgil was dreaming about fire. He was on fire, but not being burned. The smell of burning flesh and wood accosted him. He could hear someone screaming, but he didn't care. He could feel flames like the embrace of an old friend. But he couldn't see anything. His world was black.

Virgil woke up with a start. He wasn't in his bed. He swayed on his feet, disoriented, looking around. He was outside somewhere- he didn't know where. It was the middle of the night. The healed burns on his body felt strange. He felt strange, too. Out of place and upside down. Like he was missing something, or someone.

He sucked in a breath. Peered around to try and get his bearings, but he didn't know where he was. The feeling of alienation was too great for him to ignore. But there were people around. He could go and ask them.

Virgil tried not to let on how odd he felt being in his pajamas in the middle of the night. He walked up to someone. "Excuse me. Where is this place?"

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Sheepishly, Tony stood there for a few moments trying to think of an excuse of what they were doing to help someone.  Yet, nothing came to mind.  Tony was never one to think on their toes.  As John made a whole display with the television set, Tony managed to take a seat across from the desk and nodded. 

Once John’s attention was back on them, they leaned back uncomfortably knowing the other was not in the best of moods. 

“Well what?” Did they miss something?  

“Oh, do you want me to talk about how I’m a great employee?  All the old bitties love me, they love pinching my cheeks and even my bottom,” they smirked.  “I uh, I’m really good at making people laugh and like I’m the best at Marco Polo,” suddenly they realized they gave themselves away.  When they should be serving the guests by the pool, they ended up playing in the pool with everyone.

If a photo was worth a thousand words, a smile like Tony's would accrue at least a million of them. Indeed, John could've conjured a million words to say to mind and mouth, but for the sake of his schedule and his temper, he vowed to keep it brief.

"Helping someone?" Leaning back in his chair, John surveyed Tony with impatience. "In what way? CPR? Rescue from a burning building? Dodging gunfire?" He clicked a button on his remote and the wall-inlaid television flickered to life. Another click brought up the local station, where another dazzling display of Greywood bureaucracy was underway. John wondered whether they were debating the intrusion of HOAs again. "You would've made the news if it was important enough to waste my time."

He fixed Tony with an expectant stare. A lie would impress and irritate him, but the truth might do the same. Committing to the bit was its own form of bravery... "Well?"

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Out and about around town, Tony was wandering around on their skateboard.  Were they supposed to be at work?  Hard to say, they lost their cell phone earlier that day and had no way of knowing.  Or at least, they told themselves that.

Just as they turned and were heading down the cement, they noticed someone with their legs stretched out causing them to try and slow down, but ended up slowing down just somewhat and then jumping off the board and allowing the board to keep gliding down the pavement.

“Whoa dude, nearly wiped out there,” they told the other.  There was a moment of recognition as they stared at the other.  “Do I know you?  You look familiar.”  Little did they know it was Alessandro, a singer they admired.

There's this guy out in town, riding a skateboard, something about him makes Alessandro take the cigarette away from his mouth and stare after, quite openly. Perhaps it's his instinct for possible trouble, or a good time, perhaps it's just the carefree way the man zooms down the street and something about him reminds Alessandro of himself.

He sees him coming along the pavement through grey wisps of smoke, eyes narrowed to the sun's glare. Perching on a low wall by a small convenience store Alessandro stretches his legs out, blocking more than half of the narrow sidewalk.

Then, perhaps much too obviously, he squints at the sun, sucking on his cigarette with an inner satisfaction. This should be fun, one way or another.

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“Time isn’t real,” they smirked.  Although, they never really understood when people claimed it was a man made construct.  It was nice to use though and they kept that in their back pocket at times.  “I’m always Yoshi,” they exclaimed.  And if someone tried to be Yoshi, Tony would be a brat.  While Tyler paid for the pizza, Tony decided to get everything ready and set up for them to start playing games.  “I dunno, lots.  But, sometimes people forget about pineapple, I mean I also like other stuff too.  But pineapple is so refreshing and it goes perfectly with pizza,” they explained.  Tyler did not have to tell them more than one, Tony started digging and drinking soda to wash down the pizza as they sat there.  “So anything else going on in your life?”  They asked with food in in their mouth.

Tyler rolled his eyes as he shoved his friend gently. "Or you could try and be on time." Tyler laughed, shaking his head. He knew that it was hard for Tony sometimes, to be on time and honestly it didn't bother Tyler. If Tony was any later, than Tyler would of texted him. But he knew to at least give his friend an hour leeway. "Why am I not surprise." Tyler smirked when they called Yoshi. Tyler payed for the pizza before he walked back to the living room and placing the boxes down on the coffee table. Tyler looked up at Tony, and placed his hand over his heart. "Are you questioning me, on whether or not I know your pizza order? I'm offended Tony." Tyler said with a weak frown on his lips as he watched his friend. "I'm shocked really. How many pizza nights have we had?" Tyler questioned, before he smiled again and opened the pizza up. "Dig in, Tones."

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“Nah, like my boss is a hardass sometimes.  Like, I tried to explain that time was a manmade construct so it doesn’t matter when I get there as long as I get there.  But, he said it didn’t work like that.  And not swim in the pool, but I was lifeguarding and the guests wanted to have fun.”

When they started talking, it was difficult to get them to shut up at times.  “Oh, like with my family.  They were mad and all, cause I didn’t tell them and I was gone for like over two months, so they were worried or something.  Which doesn’t seem fair, cause my older brother has been gone for like ten years, and the others were gone away in college before.  So, why do I get in trouble for leaving?”

Suddenly, they looked perplexed.  “I am being such a dick, like I’m doing all the talking.  What’s your family like?”

Those sounded to Sophie's ears like regular commitments. Although, she had to admit to herself that her understanding of familial commitment was different than average. She nodded, but said nothing else on the matter.

"You don't enjoy your work?" she asked. It was partially out of curiosity and partial to distract from the fact she had no idea what a Charmander or a Tigger was.

Hitchhiking, she understood. Once, her and her bodyguard had watch a film from this realm about hitchhiking. She had thought it looked rather dangerous. "Got in trouble how?" Sophie asked. They seemed perfectly happy to share and she was happy to keep the conversation off of her.

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“I guess,” they shrugged.  For Tony, they didn’t want to go through the ordeal of a test right now.  Especially when they have been working on their GED with Tyler and that wasn’t going as planned.  “Yeah, like I get that.  I like driving, but I got in trouble before for driving without a license and my dad said next time I will be in big trouble.”

Tony listened to Avery speak about writing music and writing from personal experience.  “I mean, I guess that is true.  All the best musicians have written songs from things they have experienced.”  Still, a lot of what the other was saying quickly went over their head.  It was a lot to take in, they just thought they would start playing together and everything would fall into place.  “No worries, sounds like your dad knows a lot.”  They nodded, “yeah, I think a chick would be great.  Kind of like Stevie Nicks brought Fleetwood Mac to fame, or The Distillers are really awesome.  Plus, it would balance all of us out.”  Not that it really mattered to Tony, they figured gender didn’t matter when it came to the band.  “Yeah, then count my brother in.  He’s a bit of a drag since he started work and all.  But he can do it.”  They nodded, “cool, now we just need a band name so that we can do the flyers.  I also hangout at the college a lot, so I can talk to some folks.  Oh, and we need a place to practice and probably set up some kind of gig.”

"Yeah, I guess that makes it even harder," Avery chuckles, "But it's never too late to get that lincence you know?" He shrugs, he didn't believe in having to do things in a certain time or it wouldn't work, "Unless that's somenthing that is not a life goal for you, because people tend to put presure on others who don't have a car or don't drive and its like...That's so fucking stupid to me, some people just don't like driving, why should that make them less of an adult? You know what I mean?"

"It's not easy for sure and only now I'm finding my muse," he always felt he wasn't good enough when it come to his writting maybe because he tried to live up to his dad's legacy and those were difficult shoes to fill, though he was finally liking his writting. "My dad used to say its a lot easier to write songs about things that you've experienced, moments in life where you've felt lost or extra happy even, he says it brings more soul to the song, you're showing your heart to whoever is listening and people like that, music is about connection, you as a musician should connect with your music, if you don't than what's the point? Same with whoever is listening, if you are not making them feeling any type of emotion trough what you are singing than what's the point?" He chuckles, realizing he's been rambling, tended to happen a lot specially when the topic was music, "sorry, I didn't mean to give you a lyric writting lesson! That was just my dad's motto and I agree though I'd add you can also cause those feelings with just a melody" He smiles hoping he was not boring them, because he did got the tedency to talk non-stop about his passions. "I'll make sure to, yes," he grins. "A Chick?" Avery chuckles at that, "I mean a female voice does a lot for a rock sounding song yes," though he wondered if it was only the sound and the music Tony was concened about. "Well , some bands work with 2 guitars, I'm sure we could work something out," honestly he was just glad to be on a stage again and sharing the Spotlight was something that never concerned the Wolf. "Flyers?" He chuckles, "sorry,its a good idea! I just got a blast from the past, when I was in college that's what me and cousin did to try and form a bad, we'd also hold auditions for whoever was interested," he laughs, "Good Times! But yes, We can for sure do that!"

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“Nothing,” they quickly commented, staring down not wanting to admit any insecurities.  “Wow, so like you saw all these bands live and in their prime.”  It still astonished Tony, they kind of always thought Duncan was someone who was into classical music and opera.  “So when you say continent is that like America?  You weren’t here?”

There was a moment of pause, Tony didn’t understand the analogy, but was a bit embarrassed to ask.  It always seemed they were asking people what they meant when things went over their head.  Instead of questioning Duncan, Tony merely nodded with a fake smile, wanting to appear that they were understanding everything the vampire was saying.  As they walked down the pavement, Tony looked over.  “So why are you here in Greywood, I never asked.”

“Really, what?” Duncan asked, genuinely unsure what Tony was asking. He remained indifferent in the face of their enthusiasm but then again, Duncan always appeared indifferent, it was not an exclusive behavior coming from him. “Yes to Ramones, nay for Germs. I am afraid that I was much less inclined towards the American punk rock bands. I was simply not on the continent as often to fully appreciate.” He answered truthfully.

It seemed like the old vampire gave out a deep, rumbling chuckle then, but it sounded hollow, like just a sound without the emotion behind it. “You mean I seem like too much of an aristocracy to enjoy the revolution? I suppose I understand why you see it that way. But as I mentioned, it was the landmark of its time. I support what punk and punk rock represent. It’s historical as well as monumental. Like any of the other similar artistic movements.”