War Of The Musicians [OPEN]

Emilia Walters

Emilia resisted every urge to punch Cameron in his stupid face. He was cute, she could admit that, but he was far too young for her. "I just came to say hello." She rolled her eyes. "Thanks for the offer but if I wanted some sad three incher to suck off I'd just go find one of your fans. Actually, wait." She tilted her head and grinned at him, "How's your guitarist doing? She's pretty cute."

Cameron Lucey
Cameron shook his head at the drummer. "Nope, you're not getting anywhere with Acacia," he glanced over at his bassist who was all hugged up against some girl from another band, "And it looks like Luca's got his hands full already. Looks like you're stuck with your fingers."

Emilia Walters

Emilia whined and pouted. Acacia was gorgeous, everybody knew that, and just one fun night would be enough to sate her curiousity. "Ugh, every guy here has such a baby face." She scrunched her nose up and crossed her arms over her chest, "And why not? I won't break her or anything. We'll just hang out, compare bra sizes, have a pillow fight... Normal girl stuff."

"No," Cameron mumbled, "You might do some of your witch magic and have her become as big of a bitch as you." He glanced up towards the bus window, wondering if Acacia could even hear what was going on. "And then before you go to bed, you'll eat her pussy just for fun, right? And then she's sat in the bus thinking about you and I'll have to fuck her to erase you from her memory. Don't touch her."

Emilia Walters

Emilia grinned at Cameron, yeah, she was evil and she knew it. "I bet she tastes amazing." She sighed and shrugged her shoulders, "Fine. I'll leave her alone. Well, maybe, I can't make any promises." Hopefully there would be some hot bartenders or security guards to keep her from trying to sink her claws into Acacia. "Have you seen any of the other bands?"

Cameron rolled his eyes at the blonde. "You have zero chill," he mumbled, shrugging at her question, "Just Trash Mouth and us. You seem to be the only one here from your band. Maybe they finally ditched you."

Emilia Walters

Emilia wasn't impressed by Trash Mouth and wasn't afraid to show it. She rolled her eyes and looked down at her nails. "Adorable." She reached into her bra to grab her phone, it was hidden there since her shorts were too tight. On it flashed 'missed call' and it was from Charles. Fuck.

Cameron Lucey
Cameron couldn't help but smirk. Hell yeah for his insult. "Maybe you should carry around a bag, or some dignity. Whichever suits you best," he uncrossed his arms, shoving a hand into his pocket as he watched her, "Missed call, huh?"

Emilia Walters

Emilia chuckled, "Please, like you don't love these shorts." They were high waisted and tight, showing her long legs and great ass. "Yup. Bandmates. But that's boring." She grinned brightly, "Let's agree on how easy it's gonna be to knock Trash Mouth out."

Cameron Lucey
Cameron couldn't lie - those shorts did make her legs and ass look absolutely fantastic, but he wasn't gonna say that to her face. Maybe he'd tell her in a drunken stupor, but not while he was sober. He smiled at her comment. "I don't think they'll make it past the first show without fucking up. Their vocalist is hardly any competition. The drummer chick is hot, though. She's gonna give you a run for your money."

Emilia Walters

Emilia smirked, Cameron's silence was answer enough. "I doubt it." She was confident in her looks but she didn't like the idea of sharing the hot drummer title. Now she' really had to get them out. "Haven't seen 'em. I listened to a few of their songs, they're sloppy."

Cameron Lucey
Cameron laughed a little at her quick remark. "Damn, narcissistic much? She's not my type but I guess she's Luca's," he shrugged a little, "Haven't listened to their shit, but I applaud the fact that they're all girls. I couldn't handle being in a band with all dudes. Everyone's ego would be in the way."

Emilia Walters

"Cocky, confident, whatever you want to call it." Emilia stuffed her phone back into her bra and crossed her arms over her chest. "It is pretty cool." she laughed and shook her head. Sometimes it was hard to tell which one of them had the bigger ego. "I can't be in a band with all girls. I can't stand most of them unless I'm fucking them."

Cameron Lucey
"All of the above," Cameron commented, "Maybe they're fucking each other. I wouldn't put it past them - hell, I don't know 'em." He fidgeted around with his hat a bit to block out the sun's rays, cursing silently as the sun started baking the side of his fucking face.

Emilia Walters

"Hm." Emilia really liked the sound of that kind of girl band. Now she knew that she'd have to get them high, she'd heard that they were potheads, then offer a nice game of mutual and multiple orgasms. "That sounds like some story from Penthouse. I hope it's true."

Cameron Lucey
"And they get wasted all the goddamn time, I've seen that much online. So bring over a bottle of something and try your luck. Let me know how the drummer is," Cameron smirked a little bit, "She seems fun enough."

Emilia Walters

"I always pegged you as the kind of guy that went for sloppy seconds." Emilia had a sudden thought, an idea to kill how boring this whole tour would be. "Cameron, how would you rate your ability to score?"

Cameron Lucey
Cameron rolled his eyes, though when she asked her question, he narrowed his eyes at her. "I'll give myself a nine. Why? What the fuck are you getting at? A sex contest?" If he was right about his assumption, he could actually get on board with it. Yeah, he was sort of a douchebag, but he was a pretty good fuck.

Emilia Walters

Emilia got the biggest grin on her face. In between shows she needed to kill her time doing something fun. "Why not? It's just another thing I can beat you at."

Cameron Lucey
Cameron scoffed at Emilia. Like she could beat him in a sex contest - get the hell outta here. "So what are the rules? Everyone's on limits and such?"