𝐚𝐨𝐭;; lowlife sensation. (singer!pieckfingerxfemreader)

when our eyes meet ft. my emotions

((This contains mature content, please take caution before reading).
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|May 12th, 2014. When we first met.

Boom boom. The sound of the bass boosted stereos echoed the room has I was dragged through the crowd of other people dancing on top of one another.
"We're almost there, just hold off a little longer!"

I sighed, picking up my pace has Porco practically glided through the sweaty bodies.

"Are we close? My feet are fucking killin' me, Poc."
I whined has he let out a hoarse laugh.

"Yeah yeah, were here now. Go on, grab a seat has I go look for Zeke why don't you?" He insisted has I mentally cursed him. He frowned.
"I wont be that long, I promise Y/n. Just don't talk to anyone, okay? You'll be okay." He pleaded.

I swallowed the lump in my throat, nodding.
"Fine. Please hurry the hell up, or you wont see the next damn day." I seethed through my teeth has he held his fat thumbs up, disappearing through the large mob of drunktards.

I finally found a couple of seats in the back, the stool a bit wobbly has I plopped my butt down.
Way better.
Looking up to the front, I furrowed my eyebrows has I saw a drumset on the stage.

Maybe their playing something? I shoved my hand in my leather pockets, the material from inside warm has I squeezed the fabric to keep warm.
Has I waited for Porco, I kept wondering what band was playing tonight, surely not a popular one. Although, this bars been open for about three decades.

It's my hometowns best bar around. Everybody loved it here, to making out even the music that played every weekend. All sorts of bands would come in and play almost every Friday, and when they did it made the bar even a little more brighter.

People would dance, sing along. Some would even throw cash at the stage. It was quite a memorial time.

I quickly snapped out of my thoughts when I saw two people appear on stage, there appearances on the darker side.

One, has I could only imagine has the drummer, had their hair tied up, sweat beading down there head has there eyes gleamed over the crowd of people.

I looked at the other, trying to make out there face.
They looked a bit older, a beard growing on their sharp jaw has they plugged in there gutair in the stereo system thats hooked up to the whole bar.
They were quite a interesting duo, there emotions not to be seen has they eyed each other with amusement.
I wondered who the lead was?

"No, I told you I didn't take your fucking cigs Zek."
My head snapped up, the familiar voice being heard has I waved over to my table.

"You should've just kept the shit— Ah, there she is!" Porco yelled, yanking a older man over with him has they both made there way over to the table for four.

"Hey little lady, did I take long?" Poc asked has I rolled my eyes at the nickname.

"Long enough." I mumbled under my breath has Porco chuckled, looking around the filled bar.

"Ayo, Zeke who's on for tonight?" He asked, Zeke fixing his glasses has he put his arms on the wooden table.

"I'm pretty sure its the Warriors. They're pretty popular around here, so I presume most of these drunkens know em'." He stated, the music echoing the room.

"Warriors. Yeah, I know them. I saw them do a performance at the park the other day. Shit was fucking amazing, and there lead is pretty good too."
Porco chimed in, scratching his hairless chin.

"You mean Pieck?" Zek added, popping a lonesome cigarette in his mouth has Porco raised a eyebrow.

"So thats what shes called? Well, shes got a fine voice, I'll say that for sure." He added has I slouched in my chair, this Pieck woman filling my head with questions.