“You’re all set Sixx,” you shot over your shoulder as you disposed of the remainder of your ink, ink buckets and the needles you had used. You had a hazardous materials receptacle on the bus for your needles but that was far away. For now you just wrapped them in paper towels and then stuck it in your used gloves before sticking all the trash into a trash bag and tying it off. You figured you’d bring it to the bus later to throw out since this bag of trash was not something you felt like leaving for the cleaning staff when you finally left. And at that point you could dispose of the needles correctly.

“So what are you doing today?” you heard Andy ask from behind you, still sitting on the bed where you had left him.

“I honest to god have no freaking clue. Get rid of the rest of my hangover I guess. After that, who knows. Maybe go see some of Florida? It’s not a state I frequent much so maybe I’ll go play tourist. As long as it’s not so freaking humid out!” you rambled off as you packed up your kit and stored I away in the small alcove closet thing that held the extra pillows and stuff.

“Sounds like fun, pretty much in the same boat I guess,” Andy replied with a yawn as he gingerly put his newly tattooed arm above his head, luckily I had semi wrapped it so no ink or blood was going to stain my sheets. Again, I didn't really feel like giving the cleaning staff a heart attack. Or giving Avenged a bad name at this hotel or chain in case they ever came back.

“Wait, aren't you like twelve? How the hell are you dealing with a hangover?” you joked as you went about finding clean clothes for the day as wearing your clothes from the beach yesterday was kinda grossing you out. Plus, you didn't want sand in uncomfortable places when you hadn't been to the beach to earn it!

“Ha! Funny Kales, reeeal funny. Because if I’m so twelve then you just lost your license for tattooing a minor. Again! Ha!” Andy grinned cheekily at you in the reflection of the mirror above the dresser you were standing on front of as you searched for a pair of earrings in the mess dumped on top of it.

“Pfft, whatever, you’re still a baby and should not be talking to me about hangovers!” you scoffed as you tossed a box of tissues at the lead singer sprawled on your bed.

“Pfft back at you. Old enough to be touring, old enough to be drinking. Suck it Trebec,” Andy offered with a grin before tossing the tissue box back at you. Catching it safely you placed it back on the bureau before giving up on finding the earrings.

“Kailey Mae, Kailey Mae let me the fuck IN! Or I’ll huff and I’ll puff and I’ll-“

“Probably wheeze and pass out on the other side of my hotel door you old smoker,” you cheeked as you opened the door to indeed find a slightly out of breath Bert standing with his fists raised for continual door knocking.

“Probably,” Bert offered nonchalantly before moseying into your hotel room without so much as a “can I please” like he owned the place.

“Baby rock star!” Bert squealed all girly like before running past me and leaping towards the beds. By the “oomph” I heard from Andy Bert obviously landed where he had intended. Poor Andy, the boy was tiny enough as it was he didn't need Bert making him into a pancake before lunch.

“Bert get off the poor boy, I just tattooed him. What the hell are you doing here anyways?” you asked as you dug out clothes appropriate for whatever you found yourself doing.

“I’m bored. And I need a new book. Or ten. And since everybody else in my band and your band is a bumbling band of illiterates I figured I would find you and we could go find a bookstore or something since we have the day off,” Bert answered, having only slightly moved off of Andy so as not to crush him or the ink I had just put on his arm.

“Glad I don’t fall into the bumbling band of illiterates group,” you teased as you grabbed a random bra and underwear.

“Pffft, you own as many ‘fun’ books as I do! How can someone who can keep pace with me when reading fall into that group? That group is reserved for those who only read comic books and cereal boxes,” Bert answered matter of factually.

“Hey!” Andy protested from under Bert before shoving him off.

“I said only comic books baby rock star, only! You’re not included in that group!” Bert amended with a happy grin.

“So that mean I could join you? Maybe grab Ashley too, since last I knew he was twiddling his thumbs in our room texting?” Andy asked hopefully, making his bright baby blues all huge and puppy dog like.

“Ugh, fine with me as long as you quit with the puppy dog eyes! Bert?” you asked, swinging your head Bert’s direction. Only to find him hanging off the bed on his stomach, head first, and peering under the hotel bed.

“Fine with me if baby rock star and baby rock star’s lead guitarist come with. But they have to buy book or I’ll kick them out of the club!” Bert answered, head still down looking under the bed.

“Great! I’ll go grab Ashley and meet you in like fifteen downstairs!” Andy shouted before bee lining it out of my room.

“Bert get the hell up before you pass out,” you sighed with an eye roll and shake of your head.

“Bert?” you asked as you gathered your clothes to change into in the bathroom. You turned when to look his direction when you got no response.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Bert,” you grumbled as you went and lugged his passed out form up onto the bed and propped his head up. You knew he would wake up eventually once the blood drained from his head. Sometimes you swore he was five.


-xXx-


“Undalay, undalay!”

“Hey, that’s my spot!” Bert whined from beside you.

You chuckled and noticed a deeper voice chuckle along with you. As you turned to the side slightly with the new found weight upon your back you found the source of the deep chuckle.

“Hey Purdy boy,” you offered with a smile as you readjusted Andy’s legs so they weren't digging into your hips.

“Hey Kales Mae, thanks for letting me tag along,” Ashley offered with a nod and a smile.

“Double hey! This was my idea! This is my trip! All you bitches can go back to your rooms!” Bert scoffed sounding bummed.

“Don’t worry Bert, we all know this was your idea,” you offered with a grin.

“Yeah thanks man,” Andy offered from on your back.

“No problem baby rock star. Now let’s go! I need sustenance for my body and my brain! Mush!” Bert called out as he dramatically stuck his arm out and followed his crooked pointer finger out the front doors of the hotel.

You readjusted the black fedora that you were wearing cocked on the back of your head with all of your hair shoved up underneath. You had decided against doing anything to your hair so your fedora had saved the day as a way not to look too overly bedraggled. In fact, it all in all was a lazy day when it came to the clothes department. You had opted for medium gray skinnies that had been cut off right above your knee that had long since frayed from a thousand washes, a loose open baggy tank top in black and a very light weight red flannel that you wore open with the sleeves rolled up past your elbows. Handing Andy your black canvas bag you put on your lime green wayfayers, readjusted Andy one more time and followed out after Bert and Ashley.

Notes

Okay. this is kiiiiinda filler.
But this chapter and the next one are still super cute and I love them to death so what the eff ever!