Life on Skid Row-ish

Surprise

"Sooo..... you made up your mind yet?" Rachel asks while he taps his thumb against his bass, looking to Sebastian expectantly.

"Yeah, we need to tell Tweedle Dumb and Tweedle Dee babe." Comes Rob's voice from behind the drum kit along with the sounds of him fiddling around with a peddle or something.

Sebastian snorts from his spot on the floor, still staring at the ceiling. "......tweedle...." He giggles then becomes serious again "Mmmmm, I don't know. Burgers don't sound good. Maybe pizza?"

"We've had nothing but pizza, Kitten, why not something different?" Rachel sighs as he puts his bass on a stand and crouches down near Sebastian's head, directly in his line of sight. "It's your birthday, not just another Wednesday."

"Yeah, I know." Sebastian grumbles and sits up while turning to look at Rachel again. "I just don't know what sounds good, like I'm not hungry right now so nothing sounds good. Just pick something I guess."

"Well, if you're sure, baby doll... we can just ask the other guys and go from there?" Robs asks, settling back on his stool and looking at the other two over the kit.

"You look so hot back there..." Sebastian purrs from his spot on the floor.

Rob blushes, but gives Sebastian a mischievous grin while Rachel snorts and rolls his eyes while moving back to his stool. "You're such a little cock slut Princess."

"I am not! He's hot! Look at him and tell me he isn't hot!" Sebastian argues while waving a hand in Rob's direction. "Sides, you weren't complaining this morning when he had your knees by your ears." He grumbles with a pout while crossing his arms across his chest.

"Alright. That's it. Come here you little shit!" Rachel growls and jumps off his stool causing Sebastian to squeal and scuttle behind the drums on his hands and knees.

Rob snags the giggling blond around the waist and pulls him onto his lap. "You're just determined to be a brat today aren't you?" He rumbles into Sebastian's neck while grabbing his wrists and effectively keeping the struggling man from getting away.

All three are startled by the sound of someone knocking on the door. "Am I...interrupting something.....Princess?"

Sebastian screeches and jumps hard enough to knock him, Rob, and the stool over, and Rachel is torn between laughing and running away. Far away.

"Dad?! Jesus! What the fuck are you doing?" Sebastian demands and scrabbles to stand.

"Well, I could ask the same...so.... you going to pretend like I taught you manners and introduce us, or?" David asks, raising an eyebrow and waving his hand vaguely in their direction while enjoying watching his oldest son squirm.

"Oh! Uh, Dad. This is Rachel. Rachel Bolan. He plays bass, and writes lyrics... and music! He writes music. And, uh, drums, that's Rob. Rob Affuso. He's... drums. Drummer." Sebastian rambles and worries with his bracelets. "Guys, this is....my dad! David. Artist. My dad. David Bierk. Who.....saw me on Rob's lap....oh fuck."

Rachel and Rob look at Sebastian, then each other then to David. Each trying to smile and not look too nervous.

David looks between the three petrified young men and starts to snicker quietly. "So...uh... two guys, huh? You just go all in with everything, don't you?" David asks Sebastian. "You know, comic books will keep him occupied for a while if he's being too much of a shit. Always worked for me and Kathleen." David says towards Rob and Rachel. "And who knew there was a better nickname than 'Shark' out there for you."

"Fuck you, you big piece of shit! You know what, I know you read them first asshole!" Sebastian shouts causing David to start laughing and Rachel and Rob to relax a bit.