* EXTENDED DESCRIPTION INSIDE *
Honey
/'h^ni/
noun
1. there is a half-empty ache in your soul.
2. your mouth turns dry as you watch him move. you wonder what it will be like to kiss him. his blossom-soft lips sweet on yours, glistening with madness...
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PART 3 CIGARETTE SMOKE
ATTICUS
Once inside, Atticus was overwhelmed with the mixture of alcohol and smoke and the thumping of the music coming from the stage that was located up front.
The place was packed, as usual, and you couldn't really see the stage from the back of the room unless you were super tall.
Dylan let out a groan as he turned to look at the two girls next to him.
"Come on, follow me." He spoke as he began to pull the three of them through the crowd.
They made their way towards the bar first before anything else.
"What would you like Dylan?" The older man behind the bar sighed out.
"Three beers please." He replied while holding up three fingers with a smile.
Atticus rolled her eyes at her dark curly hair friend.
"What? Three beers won't kill us." He laughed out as he looked at the girl.
"I didn't say anything." Atticus laughed out as she looked around the club.
After three were handed their beers, they began to make their way to get closer to the stage. They eventually made it to the middle where they were able to see the stage and the band pretty well but not close enough where they felt like they were almost on top of the stage.
It looked the same as before. There were different colored lights that hung from the ceiling and would switch between colors. But mainly red, blue, and purple. The walls of the place were black with white paint splattered across it.
But the main part of the club was the stage. It was located in the back of the club. It didn't take up a lot of room, but it took up just enough.
There wasn't much to it. It was made of wood and painted black to blend more the floor. It held a set of drums that were placed at the back of the stage, keyboard off to the right of the drums, a few guitar stands on the sides, and three mics. One on each side and one in the middle.
There was a band on the stage that was finishing up but it seemed like no one cared for them as much.
After they were done, a man ran up on the stage and to the mic that was placed in the center.
"Alright! Alright! Give it up for the Battery Rebels! Great job guys!" There were claps around the room but no one cheered.
The man cleared his throat before he spoke again, "And now, help me welcome to the stage, the one, the only... My Fallen Valentine!"
