[ALL TOUR PEEPS WELCOME] BBQ, Bitch.

[Cecelia Ambro$e]

Setting: Pyromania Barbecue; Exclusive for Bands and all tour staff.

Drinks in the cooler, drowned in ice. Snacks and shit laying practically on every surface available. The boys went all out on these mother fuckers, that was for certain. In Cece's estimation, there was enough food to feed the hungry and then some. She smiled as she stepped off the bus, clad in a mostly black ensemble - then again, that was pretty much the majority of her attire. Bryan was dumping charcoal into the oversized barbecue pit. She'd tried to convince him to go with propane, but Bryan had proven two valid points. Propane grilled foods never tasted good unless they were doctored beyond beliefe, and Luke would steal the propane tanks - or he'd over do it and he'd blow everyone up. Meanwhile, Luke was pouring gracious ammounts of lighter fluid over a stack of wood, "Uh, I think that's enough," Cecelia chucked, standing back from the entire area.

"Who is the pyro technician again?" He continued pouring, ignoring her completely.
"No, she's right.. Now give me my fucking lighter fluid!" Bryan demanded at once, having stacked the charcoal as he saw fit.
Luke stopped, glared at bryan, "You want the lighter fluid? You can't handle the lighter fluid."

"If you want to eat you'll give him the damn lighter fluid idiot," Cecelia chastised him. Apparently she made her point because Luke handed over the fluid. Luke was worse than a spoiled kid sharing toys sometimes.

"So liek, okay, I was driving to the store... Who's your boyfriend?" Luke began interrogating his little sister.

"I don't have a boyfriend, boob. It's not every day you see blue hair folk walking around Atlanta, so I made assumptions and I was right."

"He looks like he does drugs, I don't want you hanging around him."

Cecelia lifted a brow, "What the fuck, you do drugs! Don't tell me who to hang out with, you are NOT the boss of me!"

"... I don't want you to hang around me either, and this isn't about me!" Luke's words were never taken seriously by the young woman. He was merely a pain in the ass brother, and she treated him as such.

She settled herself in a chair, promptly beginning to text Bryan about how retarded and how much of a crazy son of a bitch Luke was. It was a common activity between the two. The both of them were highly amused within on a few short minutes. Freddie showed up, taking a seat to the right of Cecelia, engaging in the quiet manical laughter with them. It was awhile before Luke caught onto the cherade and promptly started bitching them out, sending the quiet laughter into side splittling hysterics. Inside jokes were amazing.

[zadyr]

ITS TIME TO ROCK AND ROLL

lets hit the bar, lets lose control !

after a lovely time in the park with his new found cece, zadyr was in a fairly decent mood. this was a good thing because he usually stayed away from parties such as these, not being the most social of people. well, zadyr liked people. he liked drunk people. people who didn't ask for a picture, or even anything about him. he liked people... over there, and away from him. watching people interact from afar wasn't a huge deal for him, but when he was told to hop right in and smile like a good little boy... well, we now have a serious problem. zadyr yawned lightly, trying not to rub his eyes and smear his make up. then he'd go from decent and fairly amused, to pissed and angry. not good party attitudes, so lets leave the make up alone.

he mingled with the slowly growing groups of people, more showed up then he anticipated. great. luckily this was a band, crew and tour party. no crazed fans... but there would be media. with an inward groan, zadyr looked around for the press. he knew from earlier freddie would be here, which he didn't mind all that much, but the press and media generally bothered him greatly. they asked too many questions! his personal life was personal for a reason people, leave him alone.

not seeing anyone who would harass him, zadyr relaxed and again went in search of the whole reason he came to this thing. cece. after a few minutes he spotted her, with freddie and others. erg, fun. shifting and awkwardly raking a hand back through his hair he walked over and made a small wave to cecelia. "hey," he glanced at everyone else and decided to keep his mouth shut instead of digging himself a grave. hopefully she hadn't talked too much about him, even though he was generally known as a trouble making roudy teenager. fun stuff.