hullu_kitaristi | Happy Halloween! [Hyvää pyhäinpäivää!]

Happy Halloween! [Hyvää pyhäinpäivää!]

Time to party! Niko is happy it's finally Halloween and he's put on a party at Jake's house for everyone to attend, decking out Jake's apartment in Halloween decorations, making it even more gothic and spooky than usual. Why not have a party at a vampire's house while travelling on tour? It would be fun. Niko had help from some of the other musicians and wanted to surprise Jake with his special costume which he got from a decent store. The Finn dressed in a rather fetching Viking wolf costume which he hoped Jake would like.

There is party food, drinks, alcoholic and non-alcoholic, cakes, sweets and small trick or treat bags for people to take away food if they wanted back to the tour buses.

"Hyvää pyhäinpäivää!"

That translated into "Happy Halloween for the non Finnish speakers.

"Happy Halloween!"

Traditionally, Niko's country celebrated All Saint's Day by lighting candles and remembering the dead that way. Yet, he was here in America and wanted to join in with the customs of many of the others, including dressing up and having a party. As well as food, drink and costumes there is also pumpkin carving available outside the apartment with the pumpkins lined up for people to have a go at.

"Everyone is free to have food, booze, carve pumpkins, party and have fun!"

He had heard that Bjorn had hosted the last Halloween party in LA and this one would be even better, now that there were more people.

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"You're setting up Lex to get drunk too? Or Jake is. You two are going to get skinned alive by Lex."

Whatever. The bigger man was feeling the effects of the booze but it wasn't making him loose or lewd-mouthed only causing him to feel tired and sleepy. Was this normal after not drinking booze for a long time? He wasn't sure.

"Dirty old trucker?"

Gunnar nearly spat his drink out as a snorted laughter.

"Skinned? For what? Getting him a drunken lay out in ... wasn't there a limo in the lot?"

Corey giggled at the Swede. "You know he is. You probably are into dirty, kinky, oiled up sex out in the back of a vehicle."

"Oiled up sex? The only oil there is when we do the oil change on the trucks together. Nothing kinky about that."

Gunnar just drank his drink and then was looking out for Lex once again because Corey was drunk and running his mouth off. Jake was around somewhere possibly getting his brother tanked up with booze.

"Yes, there's a limo out back and Robert drives it."

He'd get mad if anyone trashed it.

Corey started to laugh. "That sounds like a fucking porn.. two hot guys out working on a car and the big muscular guy gets all shoved around and fucked by the mechanic."

Corey was laughing so hard that he could barely catch his breath. He knew his cousin was a dirty bastard now.

"Come on.. finish your drink. We'll get you and lex out in the back seat for a fuck." Corey knew Lex had a couple drinks already. He didn't drink much either. He was probably trashed too

Ralph was pretty fucking lost at this point. He'd gotten the invite to the Ziggy Stardust tour, hopped off the plane and had around 4 hours sleep and gotten into a taxi to arrive here. Was this...Jake's? Zack was a little vague about the venue as he'd called it a "spooky vampire house" in his message.

"Well, I'm here now. Fuck it."

The man was dressed in a caveman costume because he'd picked it up on the way from the airport and made a dash into town to buy something. It did show off his muscles and scars from where tree branches had raked against his skin.

Viktor had already been drinking vodka, whiskey and whatever else booze was going, as he then noticed the new guy at the bar. Who was he? A relative or friend of the tour? Must be. The punk was dressed in his costume, that being a gangster of New York around the 1940's. He thought it was a decent costume and being a gangster was fucking badass.

"Fancy a flaming vodka, mate?"

The Brit grinned at the man stood at the bar, wondering if he liked getting pissed up.

By this time of the night Corey was out of control and had found Dylan. They were drinking a bunch of fruity drinks and people watching.. or rather ass watching and talking about people that maybe were taken. By this time, both of them had lost their shirts somewhere. They were too drunk to care as they sat there by the mini bar.

"Look at that guy." Dylan pointed and Corey almost choked on his drink.

"Fuck all these muscle bound guys and not wearing enough to cover their ass." Corey giggled and sighed. This guy was probably taken too. Still Corey was staring mouth slightly open until Dylan elbowed him back to reality.

Dominic had met a few people in passing and had a collection of empty drink glasses by this point. He was finally starting to feel a little something from the booze, maybe. Having never been drunk before he had no frame of reference.

"I don't have enough left." He put the vodka bottle down between him and the other guy that had come up. Though he couldn't remember drinking the whole vodka bottle, maybe he had.

"I look like a right bloody wazzack, don't I?"

Ralph looking down at his ridiculous costume and laughing, shaking his head, before glancing up and feeling eyes upon him. Oh? Were those blokes eyeing him up? They fucking were, weren't they? The Brit made his way over to the two shirtless young lads and waved his bone club at them.

"Hello, lads. What's going on? Where's Count Dracula? My cousin told me there was a vampire here or something."

His accent very strong Northern English, similar to Mick in many ways.

Corey almost panicked when the guy started walking toward them which only had Dylan laughing. If this guy was single he might get dragged in the bathroom at this rate. Dylan and Corey had been friends for awhile and when they got drunk this was often the outcome.

"Probably boning his Finn in the coffin." Dylan said it and Corey almost spit out his drink. He could have hit Dylan for almost making him look like a fool. Not that his wide eyed, slack jawed staring didn't already make him look like an idiot.

"Want a drink?" Dylan took up the conversation while Corey tried to compose himself. Ralph didn't have a choice to say no since Dylan was already offering him a drink, another of the strong fruity concoctions that he and Corey were drinking like kool-aid.

"Boning his---Finn in a coffin? Fuck!"

Ralph had no idea what he'd walked into so just started laughing as he wondered who these two American boys were. Maybe they were the local musicians from the area on the tour? Zack had told him there were a lot of Scandinavians, Brits and Americans.

"I'd love one. Just got off the plane around four hours ago after having a kip back at my hotel. I don't even know if I've got a room yet. Someone called Tom is the bloke in charge?"

The Brit was tired but didn't want to miss out on a Halloween party.

"You two look like you've drank half the bloody bar already."

"Jake sleeps in a coffin." Dylan smirked.

"You'd know. He used to probably bone you in it." Corey finally found his voice to harass Dylan.

"HEY! He didn't have the coffin yet." Dylan shot back and prodded at Corey. "I'm not the one who wants boned right now anyway.

That did it. Corey blushed hot and pink across his cheeks. Dylan winked at both of them and grinned. "I'm sure we can find you a room."

Corey gave Dylan a death glare for that comment which had the blonde laughing again.

"Corey's sad he..."

Dylan didn't get the words out before Corey clamped his hand over his mouth to shut him up.

"If the bloke is a vampire, or pretending to be one, then that makes total sense to me."

Ralph guessed it was some fantasy the man played out here in his gothic style apartment, which was really well decorated. The Brit just watched as the two wound each other up because they were obviously drunk.

"What are your names? I'm Ralph "The Axe" Henderson."

The Brit liked using his nickname because it was given to him by his woodcutter friends back home in the UK.

"Dylan Sawyer." Dylan was grinning at his friend who was staring still.

"The Axe?" Corey asked and his eyes dropped down to that little loincloth he was wearing. "Corey....Sutton."

Corey put out his hand intending to shake the guy's hand but then decided he needed to touch his chest. Dylan instantly started to giggle when Corey touched Ralph's chest. This guy was in so much trouble if he gave Corey even an inch. Dylan knew when his friend got that look.

Ralph held his hand out to Dylan first and then Corey but---the boy was now touching his chest instead. Did he like hot, muscular buff men? It would seem so. The Brit laughed and wasn't opposed to it at all, in fact he found it rather amusing.

"Can't resist, eh? I've got a few scars across my torso so I'm not exactly the perfect model."

It came with the job but did make the Brit more rugged and masculine.

"My nickname "The Axe" was given to me by my work mates back in the UK. I'm a woodcutter and woodsman by trade. Out of work hours I sing at clubs and play guitar."

Corey is trashed and touching all that bare skin slowly. All he could do is stare and then smile broadly at the new guy. If the Brit didn't stop him this might get dirty in a hurry as his hand slid down his side.

"A lumberjack?" Dylan started to laugh. "You could probably get jacked here." Dylan raised his brow, nodding toward Corey.

"I sing sometimes and we both play guitar." Dylan was watching Corey and could see it. This guy was about to have his hands full. Corey had told Dylan all about getting hot and bothered earlier over Lex's boyfriend. Now he was even drunker.

Corey's mind caught up and he kicked Dylan playfully. "Go play with your dungeon master or the guy you banged or ... wasn't there someone else with you tonight?."

"Yes, a lumberjack. I've worked over here and Canada felling trees and working in various forests and woodlands since I was around 17 or so."

Ralph loved the travelling part with his job which caused him to meet people from all walks of life like these two trashy boys. Hanging around with drunk rockstars was something Ralph was used to when singing at clubs.

"You sing and both play guitar? Nice. I've got to ask---are there any groupies here? Fans? Or is it a closed party tonight?"

The woodcutter had no idea since he'd just arrived.

Corey leaned against Ralph and started to laugh, laugh so hard he snorted.

"Groupies around Davy." Was all he could say.

"Fuck." Dylan looked around. "He'd slap them into next week... or Jake....."

"No." Corey shook his head against Ralph's chest. "I'd pay to see him chase someone drunk with a sword."

"I wasn't sure that's why I asked. Some musicians like them around during parties, others hate them with a passion."

The latter would prove to be the popular answer which did please the Brit in a way because he couldn't deal with screaming girls right now. The fans just got too much when they got riled up seeing hot men on stage.

"Davy? I haven't met anyone yet, besides you two. Have either of you seen Zack? He's my cousin; the shy drummer boy."

"I think you found one." Dylan motioned with his drink at Corey.

Corey had been a groupie of sorts in the local music scene, so had Dylan if they were honest.

"My cousin." Corey had just decided to lean his cheek against Ralph's chest.

Dylan raised a brow and looked around. "Isn't he the one sleeping with that tall security guard?"

"OH..." Corey raised his head. "You mean that hot one with hair to his ass cheeks?"

"That one.." Dylan didn't see the security guy around anywhere. Maybe he was busy.

"Zack's boyfriend is a Diamond Dog, Damien. Yeah, he's really fucking tall from what my cousin has said about him. Is he around here somewhere?"

Ralph really wanted to meet Zack's boyfriend because the man sounded tall as fuck and really talented at his job. A honed killer was a phrase Zack used when describing the man once.

"A tour as big as this needs more than one security guard I bet. How many of you blokes are there?"

The Brit wasn't sure.

"I think the Dogs are the security." Dylan wasn't sure because he was newer to hanging around with the bands. "I'm sure he is. I know he's got his hands on Zack's ass every time I've seen them."

Dylan started to laugh, but he had seen Damien and Zack twice and that was what he saw. "I don't know.. 40?"

He couldn't be sure but he thought there were a lot. He's drinking and watching Corey continue to touch all over this guy. It was hilarious that he was just ignoring it, though Dylan wondered how long it was going to take before Corey got his hands under that tiny triangle of cloth since his hand was now down on Ralph's hip.

"My cousin is very shy so it surprised me when he said he'd hooked up with a guy like Damien. They seem happy though so I can't fault that."

Ralph assumed this Damien was a shy young boy like himself but how wrong was he. This man was a Dog and had killer instincts being a Diamond Dog. One that would protect Zack and those he cared dear for. Ralph would be lying if he said he hadn't been nervous about his little cousin dating someone like that at first.

"Do you like my chest?"

The Brit laughed and ruffled up Corey's hair.

"Tom trusts him." Dylan was told that a few times and assumed if the tour manager trusted the guy to keep everyone safe then he was trustworthy.

Dylan looked over at Ralph and mouthed the words. "He's horny."

Corey looked up at the Brit and tugged at the little side tie. "Are you naked under this?" There wasn't a lot of side so Corey's mind was was on what that meant for underneath.

"If Tom trusts him and my cousin is in love with him then I've nothing to worry about, have I? It was more out of the blue when Zack explained who Damien was or what he does for a job."

The Brit could guess that Corey was horny and drunk seeing how he was touching the woodcutter up.

"Did cavemen wear underwear? What do you think?"

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Ralph arriving into the party as a caveman;

Viktor dressed as a gangster;

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