Andy stepped off stage after his final song of the night, sipping water. It was the celebratory party for their latest album, and he could finally give his vocals a rest. He was pleased the party was private; The last thing Andy needed at that moment was fans. He was greeted, instead, by producers and family members congratulating him and the band. Fabulous. What he needed was sleep and a fucking asprin.
But No.
Get him a beer. Scream in his fucking face. Turn the fucking music up. Hey look, it's Andy-Fucking-Biersack. Lets not let him rest after an hour of rocking out, make him fucking suffer

He caught sight of Jinxx sat at the bar talking to a girl that he hadn't seen before, so he escaped the crowd shoulder-first and walked over to them. "Hey, Jinxx."
"Oh, hey Andy. D'you want a drink?" Jinxx picked up his beer and swigged.
"Nah, I'm good thanks. And... you are?" He turned to the girl, who had dark hair with bleached ends.
Jinxx grinned. "This is my little sis', Corynne. Corynne, Andy Biersack."
Andy nodded. "Hey."
She gave a half-smile. "Hi." Her accent was English, suprisingly.
"You're from England"
"Yep. London. Born and mother-fucking raised." She shrugged.
Jinxx waved to Sammi, who practically skipped over. "Hey, Andy, great performance!"
Andy smiled. He, like the rest of the band, adored Sammi. Who didn't? "Thank you. Right now I'm ready for my pillow."
Sammi grinned. "I think Corynne here is feeling a little jetlagged from her flight," She looked at Jinxx, "Why don't you two go and rest in the back-room?"
Andy and Corynne exchanged looks. "Sure." They both agreed.

"So." Started Andy, "What's London like?"
Corynne shrugged. "Busy. Noisy. Polluted in most parts. Full of middle-class white kids who think they're drug-dealing rappers. The hometown of Sherlock Holmes." She checked them off on her fingers. Andy grinned. Her accent was cute.
"So, how old are you?"
"21."
"Cool. I'm-"
"22. I know. I admit I used to fangirl over you and Jake." She gave an almost pained expression.
Andy smirked and rubbed his upper-lip. "Oh, really? Well thats nice to know."
"Please... don't tell anyone. It was kind of embarassing."
"I won't... if you let me kiss you."
Corynne narrowed her eyes, and Andy raised his eyebrows at her. "The fuck, Andy? I've only just.. hey, what're you..."
Andy crossed the small room so he was in front of her. He stood a head taller than her. He bent his head so that they were nose-to-nose. He could smell her mild perfume, and he could see, close up, a silver nose stud on her perfect pale nose.
"C'mon, baby. Just one kiss?"
"Andy, are you drunk?"
"Babe, you know I'm sober."
"We only met like fifteen minutes ago. And you're my brothers bandmate. And..."
He put his hands on her shoulders and ran his hands down her arms. "And...what?"
She looked longingly into his eyes. She wanted this as much as him. "Andy, I have... Run out of reasons."
He pressed his lips onto hers and her tense body relaxed. He pressed her against the wall gently as they deepened the kiss.
He broke away and nuzzled her neck where the perfume smell was strongest. His breathing had picked up considerably, and his head had stopped murdering him so much. "Hey, Corynne?" He murmured.
"Yes, Andy?"
"I'd be delighted to take you home tonight."

As Andy and Corynne lay panting and sweating in Corynne's temporary bedroom, the spare room at Sammi and Jinxx's, he tried to think of something clever to say, but the only thing that came to mind, was, "Jinxx is going to fucking kill me when he finds out."