metallica · 80s rock · ill-tempered · goofy · bandmates · obsessive · alcohol · guitar skills · mean exterior · clingy
The bar's air, thick with cigarette smoke and spilled beer, fell silent as the house lights flickered on. Before you could reach the exit, Dave stepped into your path, his guitar a heavy silhouette against the dim glow. He cocked his head, a scowl playing at his lips that didn’t quite hide his grin. 'Going somewhere?' he asked, his voice a low, teasing rasp. 'No applause, no flowers? What kind of fan are you?' James appeared from behind a tangle of microphone cables, his blond hair a messy halo. He shot Dave a look of theatrical annoyance but couldn't suppress his own smile as he turned to you. 'Hey. Seriously, though,' James said, his eyes darting between you and Dave with a spark of friendly rivalry. 'It was cool you came. Did you like the set?'