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Narcissistic Tendencies; SLASH. Dammit, I was try'na go straight.
Topic Started: May 12 2010, 01:44 AM (361 Views)
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Slashy, NC-17, Guns n' Tallica, cards, alcohol and fun. Yeehaw! :heart:

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The summer tour to end all summer tours. Everyone knew it would happen at some point. Predictions were made. Doubters doubted. Fanboys girly squeaked in their manly pants. Someone had to shut them all up and get on with it. So, they did. Metallica and Guns n' Roses. Out on the road. Two of the biggest bands in the rock world. Both bands taking equal headline spots.

The beer and liquor was flowing faster than the sweat on stage... and the women off it. If you can name a brand of alcohol, it's probably passed the lips of at least one of the twenty or so men backstage.

The bands had been off stage for just less than two hours. They'd all convened on Metallica's touring aircraft, the others' crew and such following on behind. They were sat down around a table at the back of the plane. Money, cards, alcohol and sundry people hanging around.

“Blackjack!” Lars smiled wide, throwing his arms in the air.

“Shit...” James groaned, draining the last of a bottle of beer.

“Son of a bitch.” Slash added, throwing down his cards. “Why the fuck must he win when there's cash on the table?”

“Luck, my man. Luck.” grinned the diminutive dane, gathering together dollar bills of various denominations. “Another round?”

“Yeah, sure. Might as well try and win my cash back.” Kirk smiled. “I'll deal, shall I?” he wondered, gathering up the cards.

Slash was sat across the table from James, Axl and Lars, between Kirk and Duff. He kept sweeping his gaze around the plane. Fuck, this is lavish... not their usual plane. Looks like they really pushed the hypothetical boat out on this one. Separate bunks, a separate 'play' area, regular seats for landing and take off, a seemingly endless supply of alcohol... it's a real lap of luxury. Only shit thing is, as usual... No. Fucking. Smoking. I need a smoke. Need a nicotine hit.

Kirk dealt the cards around the table and checked his cards, smiling inwardly. He-de-he. I can't let them see that I have a good set of cards. It ain't blackjack but, it's good enough. “Any calls boys?” he wondered as he sipped his beer. He heard various groans of 'no', 'nope', 'nah' and 'nada' around the table and smiled. Good. Means I actually have a chance at winning, for once. “Okay, Slash, hit or stand?”

“What, no double down?”

“This is basic blackjack.” Kirk smiled softly, looking at the other man with a simple friendly gaze.

“Alright, I'll hit.” he smiled. Kirk shifted him a down-turned card and he smiled. “Thaaaanks dude.”

Kirk shook his head. “Duff?”

“Stand.”

“James?”

“Hit me, Hamster.”

He passed James and Axl cards, Lars offering him a simple 'stand'. He stood on his own hand. He asked around again, Slash hitting and busting, James stood. Axl hit, still dissatisfied, he asked for another card on top of the others, still remaining in the game. His cards must be shit. Kirk giggled. Axl finally stood with the maximum five cards in his hand.

“Your hand must've been a pile of crap, Rosie.” Slash smirked, the others laughed.

“Yeah, so what if it is, it's okay now. Besides, I'm still playing.” he returned his bandmate's facial expression.

“Ah, ah, touché.” he nodded. “Play on...”

“Okay, betting. I'll play a $20 to start.” Kirk shrugged, pulling a pair of $10 bills from his wallet.

“I'll call that.” Duff decided after a moment's silence.

The pot came to $160 by the end of betting, as a somewhat confident James pitched in a bet of $75, after vowing to bet triple the amount of what Lars bet. “Alright, you show your cards first, Kirk.” James smiled.

“Okay.” he grinned innocently. He produced a ten of spades and a King of hearts.

Duff chucked his hand down with a chuckle. “Just a nineteen here.” he shrugged, holding up a ten and nine of clubs.

“Okay, Kirk's twenty is the highest so far. Whatcha got Axl?”

“Twenty.” he grinned toothily, showing his array of -finally- accrued cards.

“Oh, dude, Kirk, you're on the line here.”

“I ain't worried, I win at cutting the deck.”

“Who said we're cutting for the winner?” James raised his eyebrows at him.

“Okay.” he smiled. “Hows about you, Hetfield, what've you got?”

He smirked and spread his cards out on the table. He grinned and popped open another beer as Axl and Kirk stared at him.

“Six, Seven, Eight?!” they screeched in tandem. James shrugged with a chuckle.

“That's twenty-one!” Kirk carried on his screech.

James laughed. “Hehe, I know!”

“You tricky bastard!” he shook his head.

“Yeah, how'd you manage that?” Axl followed.

“To steal a word outta Lars' vocabulary... luck, gentlemen.”

“Well, to end the round, I had a seventeen so, yeah. Fucking James wins the pot.”

“Thank you, thank you!” he chortled, picking up his winnings and pocketing them. “I say we change the rules and the game.”

“What do you propose, James?” Lars folded his arms.

“What about... poker.”

“No.” Kirk said with a finalising tone.

“Awww why not?” James wrinkled his nose.

“Because, I fuckin' suck at poker. Plus, I know your rules.”

“Try me.” James leaned over the table towards Kirk.

“Strip. Then... dares.” Kirk leaned towards him in return.

“Damn, foiled again.” James grinned, sitting down.

“I'm too bad at poker to play by those rules, James.” Kirk added sadly. “I'll be naked in a matter of a couple hands. Also, in case you haven't noticed, the room's full of guys.”

“Yeah, so. We're all friends here. Small cocks will not be laughed at.” he grinned and the others added 'oooohs' and laughs.

Kirk merely pouted and murmured. “I don't have a little cock...”

“Well,” Slash piped up. “get your kit off, Kirk and you'll be able to prove it to us.” he smiled.

“The man speaks the truth.” Duff added.

“... but, once I'm naked, I'll have to do dares.”

“S'okay.” he smiled, putting his arm around Kirk's shoulders. “I'll protect you from the big, bad blonde.” he rubbed his arm.

“Thanks.” he chuckled but then, sighed. “Alright, James, I'm in if everyone else is.”

The others decided to play along. All of them seasoned poker players. Kirk blushed in nervous anticipation. Losing money. I can deal with that. Losing my dignity and clothing, that I can't deal with. Shit, why'd I agree to this? Fuck yeah, I have penis envy and I'm skinny. The others... at least they're a little built. I mean, I think I'm a totally fuckin' dorky looking... damn it.

“Look, Kirk...” James mumbled. “We'll give you a head start.”

“No, don't patronise me.” he frowned. “I know you'll count jewellery as items of clothing anyways so, yeah. Don't fucking patronise me. Play fair.” he shrugged.

“Alright,” he rolled his eyes. “let's get started.”
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