I'm Pickles... the drummer.

"Thanks, din’t even see them." he managed to sit up slightly and accidentally got on eye full of Toki boner, but instead of quietly cataloging it for later so not to further embarrass the young man, he said fairly loudly, "Ooookay," and pointedly looked away, blushing madly and feeling like a teenager again. "Sarry! Again!"

"Well if you don't care I won't listen then," he teased, turning away and sipping his drink again. He was used to people being upfront with him about what they wanted and it was just too much fun to mess with her.

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Pawing at Toki’s clothes, Pickles kissed down his jawline, nipping at the warm skin lightly until he reached his neck where he bit down harder then kissed the mark he’d made. He also managed to slide his shaking hands under Toki’s shirt, pressing down on the toned muscle of his stomach and raking nails across his body.

What Pickles really wanted to say was 'Shut up, don't ruin this,' but what came out of his mouth was nothing but soft, rushed words said excruciatingly close to the other's lips, "Where do we go from here, then?" He didn't exactly want to move, but if Toki didn't want this he would drag himself away somehow.

"Scandinavia's got a lot of people, so if yer big there that's pretty impressive," he fills up her glass again without asking, nearly empting the bottle completely, "And as long as the music's at least a little brutal, I'll listen ta it. Guess I'm one a' the more open minded guys in the band. Musically, that is. Send over a copy and I'll give it a go. Can't promise anythin' more" he winks, clinking their glasses together.

Pickles face was suddenly as red as Toki’s, “Oh, well lotsa people use.. these..” he didn’t know why he was so embarrassed, maybe because he thought Toki was so innocent, maybe because he assumed this wasn’t the way he’d go about it, “Sarry…”

He stared awkwardly at the floor, standing in his skivvys, totally embarrassed, scratching the back of his head, with no answer but a nod and a murmur. “Yous weren’t supposed tos sees…” he whispers, his face almost purple with embarrassment. 

Pickles had no idea what to say, so he used the silence to back into the bathroom so Toki wouldn't feel so embarrassed and have a moment to compose himself. Not looking where he was stepping, he found himself on on the floor in seconds, his feet tangled around something. "Oh, dude. I found yer pants,"

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Pickles didn’t want to talk anymore. He looked at Toki’s flushed face and decided he wanted more, so he reached over, put his hand on the younger’s face and kissed him again  even more desperately.

Toki slides to the ground, Pickles still in his arms, kissing him fiercely. This was definitely not what he had expected this evening, but it was nice. The smaller man seemed to fit with him like a puzzle piece. 

Pawing at Toki's clothes, Pickles kissed down his jawline, nipping at the warm skin lightly until he reached his neck where he bit down harder then kissed the mark he'd made. He also managed to slide his shaking hands under Toki's shirt, pressing down on the toned muscle of his stomach and raking nails across his body.

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What is there to interpret? Pretty straightforward if you ask me.