*Owen's POV*

Z was still in a fine mood. He had, in fact, started whistling some garbled version of ‘Zip-a-Dee-Doo-Dah,’ and was making failed attempts to blow smoke rings as we walked. My wrist hurt and I wasn’t thrilled with the part of town we were walking through. While it was true that I wasn’t, as Z had put it, ‘a total pussy,’ I wasn’t totally stupid, either.

Z turned to go into a sketchy-looking building. “I live here.” Of course he did. Motherfucker was totally loaded, yet still lived in Satan’s bunghole. Naturally. Must need all his money for booze and cigarettes. Z was lucky he didn’t need to worry about lung cancer or emphysema anymore… At least, I presumed he didn't.

I trotted along, careful not to look like I was afraid of getting left behind. Who knew how long he would be getting his stuff, and I didn’t have a key. The building turned out to be not as utterly shit as it had looked on the outside. It was bland, and we went in an elevator.

Z stuck used a key and entered some code. “I live up there by myself.” I couldn’t help but raise my eyebrows, and he nodded. “Yeah, it’s cool, but I’m not home very often.”

That appeared to be an understatement. His, uh, loft or whatever, could have been some artsy-fartsy space, but it was mostly empty. There was a mattress, a dresser, a bathroom, a mirror, piles of clothes, and just a few other things. I noted a TV, beanbag chair, and some new gaming console I’d never seen before surrounded by discarded junk food bags. It smelled like Z even with all the open space. He had kitchen appliances, but they looked untouched. Z was the ultimate bachelor.

I resisted the urge to open a window. “Nice place.”

Z found a duffel bag and started putting what he apparently considered the bare essentials in it. This included (of course, just thrown in, unfolded, in no particular order), things like eyeliner, leather pants, another leather jacket, and the remainder of a carton of cigarettes. “Thanks. I’d say I’d invite you over sometime, but I know you’d try and suck me off or something-“

I groaned. “-Dude, I burn you with fire, I become nauseated when I see you kissing someone, and you still think I’m such a slut for any man, that as soon as I enter your man-cave, I’ll launch myself at your dick?”

Z snorted. “Of course not! Just me, dickhead, I’m irresistible!” I rolled my eyes, trying not to laugh at his ridiculousness. It was so hard to tell with Z if he was just egging me on or what. “Just keep it in check during our trip, I’m only interested in vagina, O-face.”

He went there! I hated that. Best to give no sign so he would drop it. I just grunted, and Z snickered as he zipped his duffel shut, having stuffed it full of random shit.

“Alright, bro, let’s go see the man at the top.” That took me aback for a second. Z had called me ‘bro,’ he’d never done that before.

“Yeah, I guess, game on.” Before I could stop myself, forgetting my present company, I accidentally brought my hand up for a fist bump. Oops. Shit.

Z looked at me for a second, and I shrugged. He laughed. “Fuck it, ok, but don’t be pulling that shit in public like some little bitch.”

And then Z gave me a fist bump! “Come on, you pansy! You and your fucking emotional bonding shit makes me fucking sick. Let’s go.” I smiled as I followed a scowling Z to the elevator.

“Dude, turn the lights off before you go. Save electricity.” Z turned on me with a pissy look before continuing to the elevator and calling over his shoulder.

“Fuck off, we’re dead! Who cares?” I flipped the switch for him.

“Your pocketbook, dickhead. You’re welcome.” Moron. Being dead didn’t mean you didn’t have to pay utilities. Whether you were home or not.

Notes

SO: everyone has pre-ordered the new Andy Black album, yes? do you have your tickets for the US dates of his tour yet (or the dates in the UK, for my UK readers- do i even have any)? i do! will I be seeing you in Seattle or Portland?

if you haven't ordered the album yet, do so here (or on itunes):

On the Andy Black Website
Hopefully this link works, it should be the link for the USA Itunes if you prefer that

click here for tour dates:
This will bring you to his Facebook page and the bandsintown listing of tour dates

anybody else chomping at the bit for monday's release of the video for WDHTD? who else loved the song? <3

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QOTD: Who's the last person you gave a fistbump to?

i think i was in line, waiting to get into a Cradle of Filth concert in Seattle. i was talking to some nice kids, and one of them said something, and i'm pretty sure i fist bumped one of those kids for some reason. it was someone either at that show, or possibly someone at the Nightwish show. can't quite remember the context.