Year/Job
Lead Singer and Guitarist for Echoes of Betrayal
Blake
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Post by Mickey Chevalier on May 3, 2024 9:53:10 GMT -8
Yet another successful gig to add to the books, and all three members of Echoes of Betrayal were celebrating in their usual way. They'd found themselves a bar and were drinking to their hearts' content. The UK was very different from the USA and Canada, but Mickey had enjoyed it thus far. They had been touring here for about a month now, and it was nice to know they had fans all across the world. Rounds upon rounds of drinks were being passed around, courtesy of their manager. Mickey had had his fill for the time being and was lazily watching his two best friends and their current fanbase mingle with each other. Roman was off in some corner making out with some guy who had way too much hair gel in, and Miles was in heavy as he talked to two pretty young blondes. The tech crew was kicking back and relaxing, as they should. They made sure the boys were prepared for every show, and Mickey appreciated them for it.
He glanced down at the paper in front of him. It had a very long list of dueling organizations throughout the area. He wasn't sure if he'd have time between rehearsals and playing to visit them all, but maybe he could get the PR team to post some of their posters. Maybe his mom would see his face and recognize him. He didn't know she'd never held him as a baby. Even still, people changed so much between infancy and adulthood that it was stretch anyway. Still, he wasn't going to lose hope. He just had to make time. He turned the paper over as a very drunk Roman came over to him. The blond was clearly pleased with himself.
"You feeling okay, Ro?" They would probably have to drag him home before the night was over. Their current living arrangements weren't too far away, but knowing their wildcard of a drummer, he'd be passed out in the next hour. Roman gave him a furious nod and pointed to the bar counter. "Go on, fearless leader. Give us a speech," the drummer slurred as he plopped down in a seat and started drumming on the countertop. Mickey shrugged and climbed onto the bar. "Ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Lads and Lasses!" He grinned at the crowd as they turned to face him. "Echoes of Betrayal would like to personally thank you all for the marvelous dedication and loyalty that you have shown us not only over the last two years but in the month that we've been here in this beautiful country!" He spread his arms wide. "You're all so fucking amazing. It makes me want to tear my heart out." He took the glass the bartender held out to him. "Cheers to the underclass!" He knocked back the shot and reveled in the moment as the crowd burst into song. God, he loved this job.
He hopped down from the bar, gave Roman a pat on the shoulder, and disappeared outside. The alcohol was starting to catch up to him, and he could use some air.
Notes: Open to all
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Year/Job
Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on May 3, 2024 16:30:19 GMT -8
The Wasps just happened to be at the Leaky Cauldron celebrating their win when in stormed what Olivia assumed to be some kind of band. Tattooed wizards with wild hairstyles barged in like they owned the place causing Liv's face to contort with disgust. She shared a glance with Sawyer before rolling her eyes and raising her glass to her lips. A drink was exactly what she needed after that. The moment passed rather quickly as the conversation continued to flow between their team, laughter occasionally erupting from their little table tucked away in the corner. Drinks kept flowing as the night progressed and by the time that Mr. AC/DC (Sawyer told her that was some muggle band in America) stood up on the bar and started addressing the whole bar like he was at one of his fucking rock concerts, she was feeling pretty blitzed.
When the whole bar it seemed started bursting into song, Olivia thought her eyes might permanently be stuck inside her skull with how hard she rolled them. Her nose scrunched up in annoyance and she looked at Sawyer, her expression softening when her eyes met his face. "I need some air. I'll be back." She squeezed his hand to let him know she was fine by herself before she rose from his lap and moved for the exit. The air had a chill to it when she stepped out onto the street. She let out a huff and stood off to the side, wobbling just a bit on her heels. Liv leaned against the wall and watched the hustle and bustle of London for a few moments before someone else stepped out of the Leaky Cauldron. Her dark eyes flicked over to see Mr. AC/DC step out onto the street and she groaned. "Please don't make another speech, I might just vomit."
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Year/Job
Lead Singer and Guitarist for Echoes of Betrayal
Blake
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Post by Mickey Chevalier on May 3, 2024 18:26:27 GMT -8
He'd been having such a good time that he hadn't noticed the Quidditch team in the bar. It was only when a brunette in heels groaned about speeches did he notice that not everyone in the bar was thrilled with their celebration. Mickey sobered up slowly, his blue eyes blinking as they adjusted to the dark. He got a good look at the woman before he spoke. In the past, Mickey might have told her to kick rocks, but the present him was much more tolerant. The band had come across plenty of people who disliked them. Yes, he would admit they could get a bit rowdy, tonight being one of those nights. It wasn't uncommon for him to try to accommodate the lesser masses. "Sorry," he told her. "It's a big night for us." He offered up a friendly smile. "I promise I'm done with speeches for the night." He was willing to give her the benefit of the doubt and say she was having a bad night. He might have offered to buy her a drink, but he wasn't sure that was the right call. She might think he was trying to hit on her. Not in this lifetime. If his brain hadn't been muddle by the alcohol, he might have recognized her as a Quidditch Player. He knew who Olivia Moretti was. She was famous, and probably not for all the right reasons. Being a werewolf signed to an Pro Quidditch team could do that for ya. As it was, Mickey was nice and intoxicated, and Quidditch was the last thing on his mind. "If you're going back in, we'll try to be a bit quieter," he offered.
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Year/Job
Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on May 3, 2024 18:46:45 GMT -8
He apologized and Liv relaxed a little, though she was still eyeing him cautiously, like he might start singing at any moment. That was the last thing she wanted to hear right now. If she had been paying attention to the music scene, she might have known about Echoes of Betrayal and their tour across Europe. But she hadn't been, so she didn't. He promised he was done with speeches for the night, telling her that they'll try to be quieter, and she relaxed further. Her dark eyes looked him up and down one last time before she sighed and leaned further into the wall. "It's fine," she said, perhaps a little begrudgingly. "I probably could use a break from drinking anyway." Olivia cast her gaze out at the streets of London for a moment. She supposed Mr. AC/DC wasn't so bad. He didn't immediately snap at her attitude and was gracious enough to be considerate of others. Her eyes moved back over to him. "I'm Olivia," she said. She tilted her head as she looked at him. "Who are you guys? I don't recognize you."
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Year/Job
Lead Singer and Guitarist for Echoes of Betrayal
Blake
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Post by Mickey Chevalier on May 4, 2024 7:16:42 GMT -8
It felt like he was waiting for paint to dry. When the woman finally relaxed and said it was fine, he wasn't all that convinced. She commented on taking a break from drinking, and he nodded in agreeance. "Yeah, I think that lost one was one too many for me," he told her. He moved to the opposite side of the door and slid to the ground. He tired and very much ready to shower and crawl into bed. His clothes felt like they were plastered to his skin. Maybe he should wear less leather. Not a chance. Mickey liked his style, and he would die on his high horse. That might even be literal. The temperature here versus back home was way too different. He was used to cold weather and snow. This place was humid and hot. "Nice to meet you, Olivia." It really wasn't, but Mickey wasn't an outright arse. That was more of Miles's thing. Miles was the type to tell someone off just to start a physical fight. Mickey supposed that if you broke the group down, he was the calm rational one, Roman was the Loverboy, and Miles was the hothead. They had clashing personalities, but their love for music kept them meshing well. "I'm Mickey," he introduced himself. He might have shook her head, had he not already sunk to the floor. "We're Echoes of Betrayal, based out of Canada," he told her. It didn't matter that she'd never heard of them. Part of the reason they were touring was to get more exposure. "We're touring here for the next few months."
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Year/Job
Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on May 4, 2024 9:20:06 GMT -8
It had been a while since Olivia had gotten this drunk. Probably not since the hotel bar after the Harpies game. Things had changed so much since then and all for the better. She felt good, despite her annoyance with the band and their celebration. But she could admit that she had reached her limit. For now, at least. She wasn't sure how long the Wasps were going to be out. He said it was nice to meet her and Liv just nodded in response. Whether or not it was nice to meet him was still to be determined, but she was less apprehensive of him so who knew? He introduced himself as Mickey, though Liv was still going to think of him as Mr. AC/DC. She wouldn't say that to his face, though. Olivia has learned some restraint over the years. He told her about his band and she nodded once more, finally having a name to his accent since she had never heard one like it before. They'd be touring here for the next few months. She supposed that was cool. "Must be nice," she said after a moment. Liv enjoyed all kinds of music, but just basing off his appearance, she wasn't sure she would like his. "I'm assuming you guys are some kind of rock/metal band," she said, gesturing to his whole look.
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Year/Job
Lead Singer and Guitarist for Echoes of Betrayal
Blake
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Post by Mickey Chevalier on May 7, 2024 15:00:31 GMT -8
Mickey looked out across the street. "I enjoy it. The guys do too," he answered honestly. "Sometimes I get a little homesick, but this tour means a lot to all of us." Mickey very much missed being at home. When they were still touring in Canada and the US, his parents and siblings would come out and see the shows. Traveling all the way across the ocean was a bit expensive for them though. Plus, Naomi was still in school. Maybe they would all come see a show once she graduated. Mickey was kind of hoping to take a small hiatus just so he wouldn't miss it. Roman and Miles didn't have such obligations. Roman had a family, but it was a broken one. Roman's mother had passed away giving birth to Roman, so his father hated him. Apparently Roman looked just like his mom and it was a constant reminder for his father, so much so that he'd sent Roman off for the first ten years of his life to live with his aunt. When he was allowed to come home, Roman had been treated like the red-headed stepchild. Roman did have a brother named Romulus who was the favored child. He and Roman were close enough, but they rarely saw each other. Romulus was off running an upscale hotel far away from the troubles of his family. As for Miles, he was a runaway. His story was a strange one, considering he'd grown up a trust fund baby. Apparently Miles's knew his maids and nannies and butlers better than his own parents, so he'd ditched that life to live on the streets. They were all a little traumatized, but music made it all better. He managed a laugh when she asked what type of band they were. "Yeah. What gave it away, the tattoos or the piercings," he asked. "What about you, what do you do?"
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Year/Job
Wimbourne Wasps Chaser
you are the moon that breaks the night for which i have to howl |
Werewolf
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Post by Olivia Moretti on May 7, 2024 16:26:56 GMT -8
She listened as he spoke of enjoying the tour, feeling a slight pang in her chest when he mentioned he was a little homesick. There were still times when Olivia missed living in Rome. Moving to London had been quite the adjustment. The British didn't do things like Italians and, for the longest time, she felt like a stranger in a foreign land. Which is exactly what she had been. Hogwarts hadn't been what she expected, but she did eventually find her place there. Now, she couldn't imagine herself being anywhere else. If she had still been in Rome, then she would have never met Sawyer. "It gets better," she offered. "But I think we're made to always miss home." Look at her, connecting with the strange rock wizard outside of a bar. Who would have known?
His laughter rang out through the noise of the busy street and Liv smirked in response, chuckling a little to herself. He asked her what gave it away the tattoos or the piercings and she just smiled and shrugged, humming out another laugh. Then he asked what she did and her chest puffed up a bit with pride. "Quidditch," she answered, gesturing to the bar with her thumb. "Chaser for the Wasps. We were out celebrating our win tonight." No doubt he would put two and two together soon enough and Liv could already feel herself bristling at the possibility he might react with disgust. She didn't know if things were better over in Canada with creatures or anything like that. Though, he hadn't given her any reason to suspect he might. He had been kind when she wasn't. She felt herself relax a little.
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