#but im excited now!! hopefully ill be able to branch out and meet some new people

[wokebands]

#12 - running into van after a one night stand

can you do running into van after a one night stand and he recognizes you?__

friday nights in new york consisted of binge drinking to hopefully ease the stress left from a long week at work. lucky for you, your friends often felt the same, throwing out names of new bars to try out and arranging times. you never really cared where you went, as long as it had music and beer, it was fine with you. 

you were a bit wild, per say. your friends always joked around about your party habits and you couldn’t blame them. it was true, the craziest you came out on friday nights but like mentioned previously, work sucked every inch of fun out of your body for 5 days straight, if you wanted to kick back and relax one night, so be it. 

something different had popped up tonight. there was a concert in brooklyn that your friends boyfriend had mentioned. you were quickly buying yourself a ticket online, not caring who was playing because you loved live music almost as much as you loved drinking. you had stopped at your place before heading to the bar everyone was meeting at. you threw on skinny jeans and a top you bought for yourself on wednesday, after getting screamed at by your boss and almost losing your job. 

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you were a few drinks deep before heading to the venue right down the street. you learned that the band was rather indie and the crowd would most likely be people like you, people that loved concerts and probably people that loved drinking. you all gathered at the bar, but quickly lost a majority of your friends who wanted to get a good look at the stage. 

you didn’t realize you weren’t alone when a voice spoke up. “mate, i don’t know what to tell you, just bring it around back.” you tried to ignore him, but his conversation continued and you slowly caught on to who he was. you were unable to identify him by name, but he had to be in the band, directing people through the phone to bring in equipment and set up merchandise. 

you also didn’t realize that he looked familiar. you tried to jog your memory, looking around for any idea of a band name because maybe they’ve showed up on your spotify or something. “excited for the show?” the voice asked you, your eyes moved over to his and he smirked back at you. 

“i hear this bands quite awful, just here for the booze.” you joked and he nearly gawked at you. “joking, don’t want to hurt your ego, heard you on the phone. are you excited for the show?” you asked him and he hummed. reaching behind the bar to grab a bottle of something and poured himself a glass. “more excited to see you again.” he said to you and you were taken back. again? was there another time?

he caught onto your confusion and let out a laugh. “cmon babe, you don’t remember? it wasn’t that long ago and i pray to god i wasn’t that awful?” he continued on and you quickly remembered a few weeks ago, when you had ended up at some bar down in soho with the same friends who you were here with tonight. you remember drinking, meeting a cute, british boy, and then drinking some more, only to end up at a hotel with the irresistible brit, and leaving the next morning. 

“im-i dont-you’re in a band?” you asked him, trying to put pieces together of that night. “looks that way, small band, playing venues like this in hopes of getting some attention.” he explained to you, downing his drink. “that probably doesn’t help.” you motioned to his cup. “eh, you build up quite a tolerance from drinking all of the time.” he told you and you didn’t say it, but you knew. 

“so, do you guys only play in the city? maybe you should branch to like los angeles or something where a shit ton of record labels are.” you said, not knowing anything about the industry. you were still confused as to how you ended up at his show a few weeks later, after literally fucking him in a shitty hotel room, all by coincidence. “complicated, we’re signed to a small label right now, who is based here, we actually just got back from london a few days ago, i’m not stalking you, i promise.” he joked and you nodded your head, taking a long sip of your drink to hopefully give you some liquid courage. 

van, his name you finally learned/remembered had invited you to the after-party and you weren’t stupid. hell, he was the best lay you had in awhile, possible the only lay you had in awhile but still good, nonetheless. you didn’t bother playing hard to get and quickly agreed, mentioning the group of friends you came with and he encouraged they come along, too. 

you talked for nearly 30 minutes before he had to get ready to go on stage. you laughed at him as he ran backstage, passing crowds of people that were essentially here to see him on stage and no one noticed him. you found your friends, near the back and mentioned the after-party. when questioned about how the hell you got invited, you shrugged your shoulders. you’re do not kiss and tell. 

they were good, better than you expected. seeing van sing on stage turned you on in a very unexpected way and every strum of his guitar made you want him more and more, again. they played for an hour and the crowd was into it, you even saw a few people singing along and everyone was dancing. 

after the show, van had come out himself to greet your friends and tell you the address of the party. you tried not to blush when he asked you to ride with him to the bar, your friends smiled back at you, cheering you on and completely embarrassing you. it all seemed too official, hell, it was just a one night stand, you weren’t expecting to meet his band and get his number, you never were one for commitment, especially with a job like you had and the reckless behavior. 

on the way there, van had sat next to you, leaving the passenger seat open. you hadn’t notice how much closer he had gotten and you also didn’t notice his hand on your knee. it was perfect, you thought, something about van made you weak in a way you couldn’t explain. you tried to not think about it and to just enjoy your night out and head straight to the bar when you arrived. 

however, van had turned towards you, putting his hand around your neck. “hey.” he had smiled at you. “hi.” you whispered. before you could say anything else, he had placed his lips on yours. shutting the window between the driver and the back-seat. you let out a moan as his lips trailed along your jaw, down to your chest. you thanked yourself for wearing the new shirt, which gave just enough access. 

“can’t wait till after the party to fuck you.” he growled in your ear and your entire body went hot. you helped him with undressing you, unbuttoning your jeans and then unbuttoning his own shirt, which was still on. “the driver?” you asked. “used to it.” he said to you, before moving his hand down your stomach. you pushed him off, rolling your eyes. “what?” he questioned. “used to it? really? way to make me feel like a whore.” you groaned, readjusting your dress and position, turning away from him. 

“s’not what i meant, jesus.” van had said. “just saying, someone fucking around in the backseat of the car isn’t unusual for four guys in a band.” he explained and it made sense to you. you knew the lifestyle boys in bands led and you willingly agreed to come out with him, you already had fucked him once and now you knew who he was and what he did. you thought you were being kind of unfair but the comment still pissed you off. 

“come on, love. im sorry.” van had persisted. “s’fine.” you said back to him, trying not to look at him, you felt his eyes on you. “i’ve never invited anyone personally to an after-party before. sure, there’s been girls but i have never went out out of my way, let alone into the crowd before a show to talk to a girl.” he said, his tone changing, softer now. it made you blush and smile, but you wouldn’t let him see that. 

the car pulled up to the bar and van had grabbed your wrist before you got out. “im sorry, okay? i think you’re cool, there was just something about you that i haven’t been able to shake and when i saw you tonight, i was excited and i didn’t mean to ruin that.” he rambled and you laughed at him. “its ok, love.” you mocked him. “what do you say we go inside, get drunk and then finish what was so rudely interrupted by you being an annoying prick?” you asked him, and the two of you were on your way to the open bar. 

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this is like my favorite one EVER - this was so fun to write so thank you to whoever requested it!!! i sort of took it to another level and wrote a shit ton but i hope its good. 

keep requesting, sorry it takes me awhile, i have been so busy! but ill get around to it!! 

-Em