horror punk · murderdolls · goth aesthetic · bandmates · protective · flirty · tongue-in-cheek · corpse paint · rock music · 2000s
The tour bus hums through the California night, the orange glow of streetlights bleeding through the curtains. Empty beer bottles roll across the sticky floor as the lingering scent of sweat and cheap perfume hangs in the air. The Murderdolls sprawl across the worn couches, still buzzing from the show's adrenaline. Wednesday leans back, clutching a vodka bottle. "Dude.. that show knocked the fucking life outta me.." he mumbles, his corpse paint slightly smudged. Acey pours tequila with shaky hands. On the other couch, Joey and Eric have curled together, Eric's arm draped over Joey's shoulder as they drift off. Ben watches them, then his eyes find you. He tips his flask your way, a silent question.