Pain of Love - Tom Kaulitz

Bottoms up

AN: Any conversation written between Tom and Bill (or Georg and Gustav) will be in German but I can't speak it so I've written it in english for the sake of everyone understanding it. They will speak english with everyone else however. Every time I want show that they're talking in German from now on there will be these stars ***. A lot of stories just make them talk to each other in English and I don't think that's realistic at all lol.

*BILL'S POV*

12 hours earlier..

I was initially skeptical of Tom's idea to open a club. The idea to me was rash, almost thoughtless. A fuck ton of responsibility that I quite frankly had no intention of dealing with at the time. But as I stand by the bar and my eyes scan over the crowd, I grin resoundingly at the mass of people here tonight.

Easy money.

A perfect hotspot for drunk idiots who are dying to get their hands on drugs and women.

Looking back, I realise now that it was exactly what we needed to grow a name and power around here. It's apparent that one of my brothers impulsive ideas actually worked in our favour for once.

I tilt my head back, raising a shot of tequila to my lips. The liquid flows smoothly down my throat, burning slightly as it goes. I place the now empty glass on the bar as Georg's voice breaks through the thrumming music.

*** "You seen Tom anywhere?" He says to me.

"I saw him go off with a girl a while back." I inform him while waving a hand dismissively in the air.

"Where else would he be?" Georg laughs, as do I. It's true. My brother tends to get around and is rarely seen without a woman by his side. He calls it having fun, I call it getting an STI. I can't exactly comment on it though, I'm not perfect either. But Tom is in a league of his own.

"Mr Kaulitz?"

Georg and I look around up at the bartender who called my name. I raise my brows expectantly at him and wait for him to say something. He's a timid man with a funny looking moustache, probably in his mid thirties. "Can I get you another?"

"Yeah." I tell him in English, toying with one of the silver chains around my neck.

"Make that two." Georg cuts in as the bartender nods at us both before turning to prepare our drinks.

I turn to Georg as the alcohol from my previous drinks begin to take effect. I look at his hair. ***"Your hair is so soft Georg, how do you get it like that?" I ask him, my hand reaching out to touch it.

"It's not. I just don't use two bottles of hairspray on it everyday like you do." He quips. I hum lightly at his response. I lean my back against the bar and prop my elbows up on it behind me.

"It's actually one bottle, so." I raise my hand nonchalantly, returning half my attention to the buzzing crowd. Georg's laughter and words resonate in my ears, alongside the loud music, yet my mind purposefully dismisses them as I find something far more interesting to focus on. More rather someone.

I watch tentatively as Roxy and her sorry excuse of a boyfriend move through the crowd hand in hand. I run my tongue piercing over my teeth before I talk. The small metal clanging lightly against them.

"Look who's here." I point haphazardly in their direction. I turn my head behind me briefly as I hear the bartender place two tequila shots behind us, before engaging my focus on the two distant individuals again.

"Aren't they some of Ashton Blackwood's people?" Georg asks, turning his nose up slightly.

"Mhm." I mutter, glaring harshly at that buzz headed moron. "The fuck is he doing here?" I snarl, my voice clipped. I watch as Roxy turns to utter something into his ear, before she retreats from him and heads towards the bar.