<black:ice> pt.2
"Hey you little icy blackies!!!!!", Raven screamed when the door of the dressing room opened violently. "You were GREAT tonight!"
"Raven!", the three of them shouted at once, running to the blue-dressed figure.
Death gave him such a pat on the chest that made Raven fall back to the couch, where the others joined him. Kuroi fetched a few drinks from the fridge and brought them to the little table where Death had already placed the purple boots he was wearing.
"Why did you come here without telling us?", Dark asked, the whiskey on his glass quickly running down his throat. "You know, had we known you were going to pop out of the dressing room, we would have prepared something better", he stood up and brought the whiskey bottle from the fridge. That was much easier than having to take the glass to the fridge every time he would need to refill it. "You see", he waved the bottle in front of Raven, "we have not much left, and it will surely not be enough for us four", he arched his eyebrows, remembering the many bottles they had emptied on their many meetings.
"We can always go to the Sakura when we have a shower", Death proposed. "And we also need cigarettes, on the last song I smoked Kuroi’s last…"
"WHAT did you just say!?", Kuroi cried from the other corner of the sofa.
Death whistled distractedly while he had a stretch and his left foot hit Dark’s refilled glass, pouring it down to the carpet. "U-uh", he hummed, his eyes avoiding Dark’s.
"Guess now there are more possibilities that we end up in the Sakura, huh?", Kuroi said standing up from where he sat on the couch and jumping over the fallen glass, breaking it into tiny little pieces. "You know I LOVE that place!!!". He looked at Death, "And I know somebody who is going to make me love that place even more because tonight it will mean ‘free cigarettes’… hahahahaHA!", he laughed when he heard the purple-haired guitarist grunt.
"We all love that place, you redhead". Dark also placed his black boots over the table, on the empty space left by his glass, and took a swig out out the whiskey bottle.
"Hey that’s my space you black widow", Death cried, his boots already on a territorial fight against Dark’s. "Hey I said!"
Raven leaned forward. "Why don’t you all just get into the shower at once so that we can leave for the Sakura?". The whiskey on his glass was about to dissapear, and the same could be said about what remained inside the bottle in Dark’s grasp.
"Heeee~e", Dark grinned and turned towards Death and Kuroi, "To the shower, kids, daddy’s gonna play with youu~u…"
"Hahaha", Death mocked, still trying to gain all the space on the table for his feet. "And don’t even dare to think we are ALL gonna get into the shower together"
"Yeah, I agree". Kuroi patted the pieces of the broken glass and started towards the shower, scattering his clothes all over the little room. "So I’m going the first, and you don’t finish the whiskey or I kill you!", he screamed pointing to Dark.
"Meee?", Dark blinked cutely, "Never!", and took a long long swig that finished the whole bottle.
"You fucking bastard!!!", Kuroi shouted. He took off his tight red leather pants and threw them onto Dark’s face, then he dissapeared into the shower.
"Hey daaaarling~a…", Dark singed from the couch, "Do these pants on my face mean that later I will be the one to put them on you again?"
Kuroi rolled his eyes and pulled the shower knot. "GET LOST YOU ASSHOLE", he shouted to make himself understood over the sound of the running water.
On the couch, Dark held Kuroi’s leather pants from the waist with his fingertips and eyed Death. "Or maybe I can try them on you later..:", his eyes drifted to Raven, "Or on you?"
Death laughed and kicked his boot so it fell off the table, making Dark fall backwards and throw the pants over him. The purple-haired guitarist threw the red pants away, grimaced and reached for the whiskey bottle. "Yeah, why not?", he asked. ‘That bastard really finished the whiskey’, he thought
"And then you can rip them apart and go to bed and fuck like rabbits all the night, huh?", Raven added, and eyebrow rised.
A funny glint shimmered on the vocalist’s eyes. "What do you say to that, Death?", he asked with the sensual voice that drove so many fans crazy.
Death threw the bottle to the floor so that it broke to pieces and made some company to the already broken glass. "Wait until we get to the Sakura", he replied narrowening his eyes, "then buy me some liters of vodka, you know I love vodka, don’t you?, and when I’m so drunk I can’t walk nor think nor talk anymore we’ll discuss that, yeah?"
Dark leaned backward on the sofa, his boots again on the table, and stretched his arms on the air. "I will remember these words, you know that, little plum". A smile curved his lips.
"OK", Kuroi said coming out of the shower with just a towel hanging from his waist. "The next, c’mon, I wanna leave for the Sakura as soon as possible". A smile broadened on his face, "Free cigarettes are awaiting!". Little red streams were running all over his body, "Why the hell is there no permanent bloody-red dye?", he cried.
"Because of the same reason there is no permanent purple dye", Death said on his way to the shower.
"And no blue one either", Raven added.
Dark took his eyes off the undressing guitarist and faced the other two with a quick move of his head. "You see? I don’t have that problem", he smiled as his knee-long natural pitch-black hair flew across the room, his coal-black eyes shining behind.