“Drink! Drink! Drink! Drink!”

Arin stood straight; his hand rose holding a massive glass of Worthington White Shield, the best English ale this bar had to offer, as he gulped each and every drop of it – it was actually his seventh glass of beer. Coming from a dare challenge by Matthew.

“Fuck yeahh!!!” he yelled after the glass came out empty. Beer dripping off his chin as he slammed the glass down on the table. The crowds in the bar cheered, including all the members of his band.

“Is this guy amazing or what?!” Matthew grabbed Arin’s hand and pulled it upwards, like a victory pose. They all yelled out his name, chanting him to drink a little more but he couldn’t. He refused to.

A swarming group of fans hung out with them at the bar tonight, and since Arin was the only single member in the band, girls threw themselves at him like a pack of wolves.

“Good to be young, dude. I wish I was back to my early twenties, so I could - damn this girl is on fire!” Zacky spoke in a low voice next to Arin, watching as a blonde girl with black highlighted hair started to grind her body against the young drummer.

“Man, you’re sure you don’t wanna handle – hic – this?” Arin hiccupped, letting his hands being grabbed and traveled on to her busty chest. Zacky licked his lips, watching her.

“Naah. Linda’s here. I’ll be in trouble a lot. You deserve a groupie or two once in a while. Enjoy.”

The girl ignored Zacky’s eyes as her hands roamed around to Arin’s backside. Arin hiccupped again once she squeezed his ass and grinned up to him. He smirked – as he learnt how to attract girls a lot from the married man Brian - and followed the girl to the dance floor when she pulled his arms along.

“Our boy has grown up.” Brian swung his arm over to Zacky’s shoulder and both of them watched in jealousy as Arin used his extremely attractive youth fully tonight.

“Next time we’re on tour, don’t bring the girls.” Zacky whispered in Brian’s ear, but Linda can hear him clear enough from behind.

“I heard that, Vengeance.”

“Oh hey, Lind..missing you already!”


Arin danced with the stranger, as the song of Daft Punk’s Get Lucky filled the noisy ambience. He slurred with quite a blurry vision as he watched her hair turned from blonde to brunette. Her rosy cheeks appeared along with two hazel round eyes staring at him. She bit her lip and it made his heart beat faster than ever.

“Kim?” he called drunkenly in whisper but she heard it.

“I’ll be whatever you want me to be, Arin.”

His hands started to circle around her waist and pulled her closer. When she wrapped her arms on his back, his lips found her neck and nibbled on it. He knew she was ticklish there but tonight she wasn’t. Instead she moaned aloud, in the middle of the dance floor. Arin pulled away for a second, frowning. His view became a bit clearer. She’s not her. Not ever.

But right before he could say anything, she pulled his hand and brought him into the men’s room. Brian and Zacky saw them and gave an approval glass raise but Arin was confused. His mind overwhelmed with the thought of somebody that used to linger in his memory before. She was buried right deep beneath it and could never be washed away.

“Fuck me, Arin.” This girl ordered sternly, as she unzipped his unknowingly bulging crotch and reached her hand inside it. Arin inhaled deeply when her fingers grabbed hold around his hard on.

“God, for a skinny guy like you, you sure have a huge dick.” She praised and got down to her knee.

Arin wasn’t sure. This girl would be his first groupie contact, because right when he was being the sessionist drummer he didn’t have the guts to do it. He just watched as the roadies were seduced by them, and once in a while they will put on some dirty shows for the band too, on request.

He held his breath when she took all of him in her mouth. His own mouth dropped open and from under his lashes, he watched her head dipping up and down meeting the rhythm of his own hips.

Fuck it, he thought. He grabbed tight her blonde hair and started thrusting into her mouth. He felt the pleasure of doing this with a stranger – he didn’t even know her name – and finally understood why the guys from his band loved to hang around groupies when they weren’t with their significant other.

Only they didn’t get to fuck them anymore. And he, alone held that power.

He drilled into her mouth harder and faster, not recognizing the sound of her gagging and moaning his name in mumbles.

“Oh fuck yess..” he hissed, without caring about her aching needs. With a large thrust in, he came in her mouth and he slammed yet once again to spurt a few more as he stiffed and his eyes rolled back in pure bliss.

She swallowed every last drop and wiped her sticky mouth. Arin pulled his dick back into his pants and zipped it up. Without even kissing her, he flashed a crooked grin and raised a set of ‘thank you’ eyebrows at her. She smiled and bit her lip. But Arin just went away from there.

“Dude! That was – fast.”

Arin smirked and cocked an eyebrow as he sat back down casually beside Brian who was weirdly wrapping his arm around Zacky’s shoulder. He wondered for a bit, did they realize that they weren’t sitting next to their girlfriend or wife?

“She was an easy fuck anyway.” Arin dumped his thoughts nonchalantly and reached over for another large glass of the best English beer he ever tasted.

“I’m fucking proud of you motherfucker! Now you’re grasping the concept of being a rock star.” Brian raised his glass and clinked it with Arin’s. He mindlessly let go of his arm around Zacky and Zacky fell onto his lap right after.

“Woah. What happen to – hic - Zack?” his hiccups came back, funny when he was with that groupie earlier, he seemed to have lost it.

Brian looked down to his lap. “Fought with Linda for a bit. Drowned himself in JD after.”

“Fight again? That – hic – chick will never learn that Zacky – hic – loves her too much.”

Brian chuckled and sipped on his own beer. “Yeah, he had never loved someone that much before.”

Arin didn’t wanna answer to that. He once loved a girl that much that he’d give up everything. She loved him back, as he recalled, but after she decided to leave, he wasn’t sure anymore.

Despite his alcohol-infused mind right now, he remembered clearly of what had happened two years ago.

“Do you hate me for my job?”

She approached him quickly and grabbed the side of his arms. “No I don’t baby. I love your passion in music. I really do. But this is my life. I gotta make this decision for me.”

Arin looked down to his feet. He just landed an offer to be a touring drummer for Avenged Sevenfold at the time. He was ecstatic as hell. But she was also holding a newsflash for him. One that made his heart dropped hearing it. She was moving away.

“But why do you have to go?”

She let out a deep sigh. “It’s my one and only chance Arin. I have to do this.”

“What about me? Are we breaking up right now?”

She wrapped her arms around him hastily and buried her face in his skinny chest.

“I don’t want to break up. Let’s just try long distance. We’ll call each other every day. We can skype, we can tweet, you can even visit me there.”

Arin let his arms hung coldly, not returning her hug. His insides churning with frustration and anger. She made a decision, without even considering about him.

“I can’t live with that. I can’t live far away from you.”

Arin pulled her arms away from his waist.

“Let’s just break up.”


He shut his eyes, letting all the chaos around the bar sank deeply inside his head. It was a sort of a therapy for him - everytime he crossed a thought about her, he would just bury himself inside a hectic crowd. He heard Matthew’s familiar demonic laughter and his gaze fell around him and Johnny who engrossed in a game of darts with their roadies and techs. And few more fans.

“Linda…I didn’t mean everything I said…” Zacky muttered – his head still rested comfortably on Brian’s lap. Both Brian and Arin chuckled watching him.

“Just bring him back to the- hic - hotel, will you? People are starting to take pictures.”

Brian scanned around. Eventhough their booth was a bit concealed from anyone’s view but still, there were a few fans who casually passed by and asked for their autographs.

“Get up, man. Let’s go back to the bus. Linda will probably have locked you out by now.” Brian slapped Zacky’s cheek harshly and it made him wide awake.

“Wha..?Wha..?”

“Fuck, now I think I’m gonna have to bunk there too.”

“Why? What happen to – hic -Michelle?”

Brian glanced at Arin while still slapping Zacky’s cheek and made him jolted with spasm.

“Linda dragged her away earlier. Man, you know that drama queen. Fucked up our tour everytime. She didn’t even understand that we -” he pointed to the three of them. “ – are hot as hell. We’re wanted men! Of course bitches are gonna throw their asses up to us.”

Arin laughed hard. “Brian, you’re fucking married dude. Grow up - hic - a little.”

Brian laughed too and ruffled his own hair. “Yeah, I probably should. Yo, Zack! Don’t fucking sleep on my lap dude. People are gonna think very differently of us.”

Zacky smiled in slur. “We’re Synacky, baby.”

“EUUUWWW.” Both Arin and Brian flinched to his mumbles and he just laughed drunkenly.

“That’s it. Get your big fat drunken ass up, fucker!”

Arin watched as Brian dragged Zacky up, and after a few fist bumps with him, Matt and the rest, they went out the exit door. He shook his head, worrying over Zacky’s habit of drowning himself in alcohol after a fight with his girlfriend. He would never do that. At least not that much. But tonight he was considering it.

“Shot of Jack.” He said to the bartender who nodded, as his eyes spaced out mindlessly to the roadies and crews who were having fun with the groupies.

“Here you go.” The bartender gave, with an English accent.

As he was about to sip his drink, he felt a hand roamed and touched his back and he immediately turned.

“Hey, sexy.”

Another groupie. A real brunette this time. Reminded him of someone from his aching past. She ran her index finger along his chest to his down under. What is it with them and band members, really? They just can’t get enough?

Arin downed his shot in one go. He started to feel the burn and his hiccups instantly gone. Wrapping an arm around this familiar looking groupie, the alcohol spoke on his behalf.

“Hey, yourself. Wanna get out of here?”

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