The evening began with the group stepping out of their respective cabs in front of Éire Luxe, one of the most prestigious restaurants in Dublin. The restaurant’s ivy-covered facade, twinkling with fairy lights, set the perfect ambiance for a night of fine dining and good company. Inside, the polished mahogany tables and candlelit chandeliers made the atmosphere warm and inviting.
Uno adjusted his navy-blue suit, running a hand through his freshly combed blue hair with the signature green tuft as he held the door open for Denise. She walked in wearing a stunning navy blue dress, her yellow eyes bright as they took in the elegant surroundings.
“Leave it to Uno to pick a place this fancy,” Lance quipped as he strolled in behind them, his sharp forrest green suit accented with a matching tie. Beside him, Olivia was radiant in a sleek forrest green1 dress, her arm looped through his.
“Hey, I’m treating all of you tonight,” Uno replied with a grin. “Figured I’d do it in style.”
Angelo followed next, wearing a tailored dark red suit with a grey pocket square. He offered a hand to Jada, who looked effortlessly chic in a purple gown. “You didn’t have to go this big, man,” Angelo said, glancing around the restaurant. “But I’m not complaining.”
Matt was the last to enter, tugging at the lapel of his cream coloured suit. “I feel like I should’ve brought a dictionary to understand half the stuff on the menu,” he joked, earning a soft laugh from Avva, who looked ethereal in a dakr green dress with silver accents.
Once seated at their private table, the group was quick to settle into their usual dynamic. The girls took one end of the table, already chatting animatedly, while the boys naturally congregated at the other, diving into a discussion about the band’s upcoming album.
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Lance leaned forward, swirling the glass of sparkling water in his hand. “Alright, Uno, we’ve got twelve tracks written. Are we going to split it six on each side, or do you want to try something different this time?”
Uno tapped his chin thoughtfully. “I was thinking we could do a concept album split into two distinct vibes—Side A could be more energetic, upbeat tracks, while Side B could slow things down and focus on moodier, introspective songs.”
Matt nodded. “I like that. It gives us a nice balance. But whose songs are going on which side?”
Angelo leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. “I’m calling dibs on Side A for ‘Lightspeed’. It’s way too upbeat to go anywhere else.”
“That makes sense,” Lance agreed. “And ‘Stormchaser’ could pair well with it. We could use those as openers.”
Uno scratched the back of his neck. “I was thinking ‘Harmonic Tide’ might be better as a Side B opener. It’s slower but builds up into something powerful. What about ‘Rolling Horizon’? That could close out Side A nicely.”
Matt furrowed his brow. “But if we’re putting ‘Rolling Horizon’ on Side A, where’s ‘Cobalt Sky’ going? Those tracks have a similar vibe.”
The table erupted into a debate, each guy throwing out ideas and counterpoints, their excitement palpable.
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At the other end of the table, Denise took a sip of her champagne before smirking. “Alright, ladies, let’s settle this. Who’s got the best boyfriend or fiancé in this group?”
Olivia chuckled, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. “Oh, come on, Denise. It’s obviously Lance. He’s charming, funny, and he always knows how to make me feel special.”
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The Kings: A Band's Tale
RomanceStory about a band called The Kings. Most names are similar in previous stories, and this is non canon to the others.
