Broken Arrow
While At The Party Of The Dead, Dancing In Their Graves
Ruby's POV
The mini van slowed to a stop on Cherokee Avenue outside a glowing red building covered in intricately-detailed iron fencing, like something you'd see on a castle in some kind of gothic folk-tale. The guys and I stepped out of the van, and Dan led us toward the entrance, passing under a sign that read "Bar Sinister" in glowing green letters.
A chandelier with artificial led candles glowed above an enormous ballroom that indeed looked like the inside of Dracula's castle. It was lit with the same red glow as the outside, and a mass of darkly-inclined people filled the room, dancing along to London After Midnight's "Psycho Magnet"
"Whoa..." I breathed. "This place is insane..."
"Come and dance, Nigga!" Demi cried, leading me into the sea of moving bodies.
"Oh god, seriously?!"
"Don't fucking act like you never dance, I've seen you!" she laughed.
I rolled my eyes and swayed along to the music, feeling seriously unworthy of attending a massive Hollywood Party. My life had changed so dramatically over the last several months, I wasn't even a touring musician and I was reaping all the benefits of the rock n roll lifestyle. Brian was a few feet away, smoothly moving in on a heavily made-up Gothic barbie doll and I rolled my eyes. With perfect timing, I spotted a waiter weaving through the crowd, carefully balancing several wine glasses atop a silver tray.
"I'll take one of those, thank you." I giggled, taking one off the tray.
"Me too." an unfamiliar British accent spoke, reaching over my shoulder to grab his own glass.
I spun around, looking into a pair of charming blue eyes, peeping out from a messy mop of light brown hair.
"Hi." he chuckled, extending his hand to me. "I'm Danny."
"Ruby." I replied, shaking his hand.
"And what band might you be from?" he asked.
"I'm not, I'm tagging along with my friends in Avenged Sevenfold for the Summer."
"Avenged?" his eyes went wide. "Wait, are you Ruby Rose?"
I rolled my eyes. God, again? "Yes."
"I've heard a lot about you." he smirked.
"If I had a dollar for every time I fucking heard that line, I'd be loaded by now."
"I'd find it flattering, you're obviously important to them." Danny smiled.
"So what about you?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow, desperately wanting to change the subject as fast as possible.
"Front man of Asking Alexandria." he informed me. "And that scrawny cunt over there is my Guitarist." he said, pointing across the room to another shaggy-haired brunette in a Led Zeppelin shirt he'd cut into a tank.
He looked over in our direction, his eyes narrowing as a smirk spread across his lips.
"He's cute." I nodded.
"What about me?" Danny asked, seemingly offended.
"You're alright." I teased.
"Just alright?"
"I might be persuaded otherwise if you danced with me." I smirked.
"Smooth." Danny laughed. "I like you." he smiled, pointing at me to accentuate his point.
He downed his wine glass and slid his arm around my waist, drawing me close. I could smell the familiar stench of Jack Daniels on his breath; a further sign that this guy and I could potentially become fast friends during this tour. I finished my own glass of wine and slid my arms around his neck, swaying my hips as his hands rested upon them.
"Am I cute yet?" he asked, leaning into my ear.
"You're getting there." I flirted, playing with the back of his hair.
"Oh really?" he smirked, kissing my jaw before pulling back to meet my eyes.
"You waste no time, do you?" I giggled.
"I'm fucking drunk." he laughed. "I don't really give a shit about being subtle."
"At least you're forward." I grinned. "A quality that goes a long way with me."
"Is that so?" he purred.
Before I could register what was happening, his arms had tightened around my waist as he caught my lips with his own. The little bit of scruff above his lips and around his chin tickled my face as he gently pried my lips apart and his tongue slid into my mouth. I curled my fingers into his hair, making no protest as his tongue curled around mine, teasing me with a level of skill I hadn't received from anyone since Brian.
He drew away, smirking once more at the look on my face. "Am I cute yet?" he asked once again.
"You're past cute now." I giggled. "Try Hot."
"I'll take Hot." he laughed. "I'm gonna grab another drink, you want one?"
"Only if you get me a Jack and Coke, I can taste it on your breath and I'm not gonna lie, I'm offended that you didn't offer me one." I teased.
"Jack and Coke it is, then." he nodded, disappearing into the crowd.
I watched him go, feeling butterflies in my stomach. Not the lovey dovey kind, but the kind you got from the thrill of doing something totally out of character. I'd never really been the kind of girl to casually hook up in a club. But hey, what happens on Warped Tour, could easily stay on Warped Tour. I had no reason not to make the most of it. I had nobody to hold me back. Brian had made damn sure of that.
"Did you just fucking hook up with that fat fuck of a singer of mine?" another British accent sounded, and I turned to find the guy Danny had pointed out before standing beside me.
"He's not that fat!" I defended. "He's a little chunky, sure, but I've seen worse."
"If you say so." he laughed. "I'm Ben."
"Ruby."
"Oh shit!" Ben exclaimed. "Danny got roped in with Ruby fuckin' Rose?"
"I assume you've heard the stories, too?" I sighed, shaking my head. I'm beyond fucking done with this shit.
"Now I know who are, I'm not so surprised you hooked up with Danny." he sniggered.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I snapped.
"Chill, alright." he smiled. "I've heard you like the long-haired dudes, that's it, I swear."
"Better fucking be." I muttered.
"Oi!" Danny's voice called as he returned with our drinks. "Piss off!" he playfully snapped at Ben. "This one's mine, get your own."
"I wasn't flirting with her!" he defended her.
"Sure you weren't, fuckface, now fuck off." Danny chuckled.
"Fuck you too, cunt." Ben laughed, disappearing into the crowd.
"Was he bothering you?" Danny asked, passing me my drink.
"No." I smirked, shaking my head. "You're real nice to your friends, huh?"
"He knows I'm fucking with him." Danny smiled. "It's a little game we play."
"Uhuh." I nodded, taking a long sip from my glass.
"So what are you doing after the party?"
"Going back to the Motel." I replied.
"No you're fuckin' not!" he chuckled.
"Yes, I am." I smirked.
"What? You don't fuck on the first date?" he challenged.
"It's a party, hardly a date."
"Well, we've got all Summer." he winked.
"I look forward to it." I purred, wrapping my arms around his neck, meeting his lips once more.
"GEDDIT GURL!" I heard Demi yell nearby, pulling back from the kiss for a minute to see her grinding between Jimmy and Ben. "THAT'S MY HOE!"
"SAYS YOU!" I laughed. "RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A COCK-SANDWICH!"
"A skinny cock sandwich by the looks of it." Danny chuckled.
"Hey!" I punched him softly in the shoulder. "Rev's my bro, man."
He laughed and held his hands together as if in prayer, nodding his apology. Danny's hands grasped my hips as he drew me close once more, turning me around so my back was against him. I let my hands slide up and into his hair behind me as we danced together, my eyes flitting across the room to where Brian was getting hot and heavy with Gothic Barbie. He may as well have been dry-humping her with the way they were moving.
He looked up at me from over her shoulder and his jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed at me. I smirked back, satisfied that for once, Brian was the one who had to watch me with someone else. Danny's fingers trailed along the exposed skin where my corset rode up a little and I felt goosebumps begin to form. I could feel him growing hard against my ass and deliberately rubbed myself against him. All the while, never taking my eyes off Brian, who seemed suddenly not so interested in the skinny little Goth gyrating against him.
How's it feel to have the tables turned on you for once, Shithead?
The mini van slowed to a stop on Cherokee Avenue outside a glowing red building covered in intricately-detailed iron fencing, like something you'd see on a castle in some kind of gothic folk-tale. The guys and I stepped out of the van, and Dan led us toward the entrance, passing under a sign that read "Bar Sinister" in glowing green letters.
A chandelier with artificial led candles glowed above an enormous ballroom that indeed looked like the inside of Dracula's castle. It was lit with the same red glow as the outside, and a mass of darkly-inclined people filled the room, dancing along to London After Midnight's "Psycho Magnet"
"Whoa..." I breathed. "This place is insane..."
"Come and dance, Nigga!" Demi cried, leading me into the sea of moving bodies.
"Oh god, seriously?!"
"Don't fucking act like you never dance, I've seen you!" she laughed.
I rolled my eyes and swayed along to the music, feeling seriously unworthy of attending a massive Hollywood Party. My life had changed so dramatically over the last several months, I wasn't even a touring musician and I was reaping all the benefits of the rock n roll lifestyle. Brian was a few feet away, smoothly moving in on a heavily made-up Gothic barbie doll and I rolled my eyes. With perfect timing, I spotted a waiter weaving through the crowd, carefully balancing several wine glasses atop a silver tray.
"I'll take one of those, thank you." I giggled, taking one off the tray.
"Me too." an unfamiliar British accent spoke, reaching over my shoulder to grab his own glass.
I spun around, looking into a pair of charming blue eyes, peeping out from a messy mop of light brown hair.
"Hi." he chuckled, extending his hand to me. "I'm Danny."
"Ruby." I replied, shaking his hand.
"And what band might you be from?" he asked.
"I'm not, I'm tagging along with my friends in Avenged Sevenfold for the Summer."
"Avenged?" his eyes went wide. "Wait, are you Ruby Rose?"
I rolled my eyes. God, again? "Yes."
"I've heard a lot about you." he smirked.
"If I had a dollar for every time I fucking heard that line, I'd be loaded by now."
"I'd find it flattering, you're obviously important to them." Danny smiled.
"So what about you?" I asked, quirking an eyebrow, desperately wanting to change the subject as fast as possible.
"Front man of Asking Alexandria." he informed me. "And that scrawny cunt over there is my Guitarist." he said, pointing across the room to another shaggy-haired brunette in a Led Zeppelin shirt he'd cut into a tank.
He looked over in our direction, his eyes narrowing as a smirk spread across his lips.
"He's cute." I nodded.
"What about me?" Danny asked, seemingly offended.
"You're alright." I teased.
"Just alright?"
"I might be persuaded otherwise if you danced with me." I smirked.
"Smooth." Danny laughed. "I like you." he smiled, pointing at me to accentuate his point.
He downed his wine glass and slid his arm around my waist, drawing me close. I could smell the familiar stench of Jack Daniels on his breath; a further sign that this guy and I could potentially become fast friends during this tour. I finished my own glass of wine and slid my arms around his neck, swaying my hips as his hands rested upon them.
"Am I cute yet?" he asked, leaning into my ear.
"You're getting there." I flirted, playing with the back of his hair.
"Oh really?" he smirked, kissing my jaw before pulling back to meet my eyes.
"You waste no time, do you?" I giggled.
"I'm fucking drunk." he laughed. "I don't really give a shit about being subtle."
"At least you're forward." I grinned. "A quality that goes a long way with me."
"Is that so?" he purred.
Before I could register what was happening, his arms had tightened around my waist as he caught my lips with his own. The little bit of scruff above his lips and around his chin tickled my face as he gently pried my lips apart and his tongue slid into my mouth. I curled my fingers into his hair, making no protest as his tongue curled around mine, teasing me with a level of skill I hadn't received from anyone since Brian.
He drew away, smirking once more at the look on my face. "Am I cute yet?" he asked once again.
"You're past cute now." I giggled. "Try Hot."
"I'll take Hot." he laughed. "I'm gonna grab another drink, you want one?"
"Only if you get me a Jack and Coke, I can taste it on your breath and I'm not gonna lie, I'm offended that you didn't offer me one." I teased.
"Jack and Coke it is, then." he nodded, disappearing into the crowd.
I watched him go, feeling butterflies in my stomach. Not the lovey dovey kind, but the kind you got from the thrill of doing something totally out of character. I'd never really been the kind of girl to casually hook up in a club. But hey, what happens on Warped Tour, could easily stay on Warped Tour. I had no reason not to make the most of it. I had nobody to hold me back. Brian had made damn sure of that.
"Did you just fucking hook up with that fat fuck of a singer of mine?" another British accent sounded, and I turned to find the guy Danny had pointed out before standing beside me.
"He's not that fat!" I defended. "He's a little chunky, sure, but I've seen worse."
"If you say so." he laughed. "I'm Ben."
"Ruby."
"Oh shit!" Ben exclaimed. "Danny got roped in with Ruby fuckin' Rose?"
"I assume you've heard the stories, too?" I sighed, shaking my head. I'm beyond fucking done with this shit.
"Now I know who are, I'm not so surprised you hooked up with Danny." he sniggered.
"What the fuck is that supposed to mean?" I snapped.
"Chill, alright." he smiled. "I've heard you like the long-haired dudes, that's it, I swear."
"Better fucking be." I muttered.
"Oi!" Danny's voice called as he returned with our drinks. "Piss off!" he playfully snapped at Ben. "This one's mine, get your own."
"I wasn't flirting with her!" he defended her.
"Sure you weren't, fuckface, now fuck off." Danny chuckled.
"Fuck you too, cunt." Ben laughed, disappearing into the crowd.
"Was he bothering you?" Danny asked, passing me my drink.
"No." I smirked, shaking my head. "You're real nice to your friends, huh?"
"He knows I'm fucking with him." Danny smiled. "It's a little game we play."
"Uhuh." I nodded, taking a long sip from my glass.
"So what are you doing after the party?"
"Going back to the Motel." I replied.
"No you're fuckin' not!" he chuckled.
"Yes, I am." I smirked.
"What? You don't fuck on the first date?" he challenged.
"It's a party, hardly a date."
"Well, we've got all Summer." he winked.
"I look forward to it." I purred, wrapping my arms around his neck, meeting his lips once more.
"GEDDIT GURL!" I heard Demi yell nearby, pulling back from the kiss for a minute to see her grinding between Jimmy and Ben. "THAT'S MY HOE!"
"SAYS YOU!" I laughed. "RIGHT IN THE MIDDLE OF A COCK-SANDWICH!"
"A skinny cock sandwich by the looks of it." Danny chuckled.
"Hey!" I punched him softly in the shoulder. "Rev's my bro, man."
He laughed and held his hands together as if in prayer, nodding his apology. Danny's hands grasped my hips as he drew me close once more, turning me around so my back was against him. I let my hands slide up and into his hair behind me as we danced together, my eyes flitting across the room to where Brian was getting hot and heavy with Gothic Barbie. He may as well have been dry-humping her with the way they were moving.
He looked up at me from over her shoulder and his jaw clenched as his eyes narrowed at me. I smirked back, satisfied that for once, Brian was the one who had to watch me with someone else. Danny's fingers trailed along the exposed skin where my corset rode up a little and I felt goosebumps begin to form. I could feel him growing hard against my ass and deliberately rubbed myself against him. All the while, never taking my eyes off Brian, who seemed suddenly not so interested in the skinny little Goth gyrating against him.
How's it feel to have the tables turned on you for once, Shithead?
Notes
You Voted - Broken Arrow remains one, long tale instead of twoThis chapter was gonna be longer, until I got writing the second half and realized it was long enough to split into two separate ones. But yasss! I've been wanting to write this chapter for sooo long and bring in Danny Worsnop and Ben Bruce like I planned to allll the way back in 2012.
I realize with this story being set in like, 2005/2006 (I'm honestly lost for what time period it's sitting in now, so, let's just say 2006 now, yeah?) that Asking Alexandria, realistically, weren't even around yet. But hey, nor were The Pretty Reckless, and I mention them a lot in this. So fuck it, fiction is fiction, facts can be altered. ;)
Warped Tour has begun...
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His hair is destroying me but I am loving every fucking moment of it x_x
Until next time! xx
@Ghost-On-A-Sea-Of-Wine
I totally get where you are coming from! Hopefully inspiration comes along
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