The Player's Losing Hand - (Love Island the Game FanFiction)

Chapter 22: Knife Fighting Monkeys

Crazy, but that's how it goes
Millions of people
Living as foes
Maybe it's not too late
To learn how to love
And forget how to hate

Mental wounds not healing
Life's a bitter shame
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

I've listened to preachers
I've listened to fools
I've watched all the dropouts
Who made their own rules
One person conditioned
To rule and control
The media sells it and you live the role

Mental wounds still screaming
Driving me insane
I'm going off the rails on a crazy train

Ozzy -

Flopping down on the bench, Bobby took a long, loud slurp off the straw to his soda. Closing his eyes he tipped his face up toward the sun, taking the opportunity to soak up what heat it could bring to him on a clear January day.

Question was, would his little excursion clear his mind and give him some clarity? He owed it to Big Jonno and the rest of his bandmates to get his head on straight... they were all counting on him as their leader.

The last few weeks had been both amazing AND a complete maddening shitbox at the same time. He SHOULD be over the moon happy with this morning's recording offer from KFM, it was Paisley Cuddle's next big step. Signing with the Edinburgh based Knife Fighting Monkeys label could change everything for him and the lads....

Yet he just couldn't get his thoughts in order enough to make a decision.
He hated not having control, everything was falling into place for him... everything EXCEPT.....

Skye.

And it was niggling at the back of his brain driving him quite mad.

It was the fucking last text conversation that wouldn't stop rattling around his head.

Adjusting his wireless earbud, he sang along under his breath...

Not living for this anymore
You wanna fight ah'l bring a war

Hmmm hmmm hmmm
Hmmmmm hmmm

This heart of fire is burning proud
Ah'm every dream
You lost and never found
This heart of fire is stronger now
Build yer walls
But you can't keep meh out
Ah'l burn 'em down

Hmmmm mmm Hmmm

"You've a nice voice, are yeh a singer then? Yeh look like yeh'd be..."

The girl's comment pulled him from his internal thoughts and he opened a black lined eye at her, casually lifting the corner of his lips in his trademark cocky stage smirk. He knew he looked damn good today. The spark in her appraising eye while drinking him in confirmed it.

He had chosen a fitted black short sleeve button up, rolling up the sleeves so they fit snug over his upper bicep. The look accented the tattoos running down both toned arms and onto his hands. Accenting his wrists were carefully chosen leather and studded bracelets. The top few buttons on his shirt were left open, showing off his neck tats and a black skinny tie hung loosely down the front of his shirt.

The shirt fit snugly down his abdomen, tucking into black ultra low rise leather skinny pants with a blunt-studded black leather belt... and to add to the final look he'd chosen classic Adidas black leather with white stripe Superstar trainers.

Picking just the right combination had become a game he enjoyed, every piece carefully calculated to elicit his desired response.
Today's outfit, meant to represent 'I can be both casually professional as well as a punk/metal rock god' to the owner of the recording company for their meeting earlier...
Apparently the look also appealed to this bird. She was ogling him like a piece of chocolate cake she wanted to devour.