A Fuckton of Polygrumps

Egobang: #1 Fan

Synopsis: Keenveins on tumblr suggested someone write a fic about Arin being an NSP fan and meeting Dan at a show. As you can image, some dick gets sucked, as is customary of my Egobang fics. Also, I know Dan doesn't smoke cigarettes, but #aesthetic (am i right?)

Arin was absolutely stoked. He scrolled through the roster of events for Magfest 2012 eagerly, skimming for one particular name. There it was; that Saturday, Ninja Sex Party was scheduled to perform. He grinned, head swimming with potential shit he'd say to Dan, the lead singer. This was gonna be an amazing con. Not only would he be doing a panel with Jon, but he'd get to see NSP live and get some merch signed. Holy fuck.

"Suze, let's gooooo," he whined, knocking on the hotel bathroom door. "We're gonna be late!"

"I have to set up my booth with Holly anyway. Go on without me, babe."

Arin shrugged and took one final look at his reflection in the window. He wore his favorite red leather jacket, a simple blue t-shirt with Dan's signature red Jewish star in the center, and the cleanest jeans he could find on short notice. He wanted to look pretty okay at the least. And he did. He ran his fingers through his hair again to smooth it down before rushing out the door.

So many booths and cosplays to see. He swung by Holly's booth full of homemade artsy bird things to say hey. That killed 20 minutes. He looked at his watch and groaned. 3 more hours until the concert.

"Aaaaaarin," a voice shouted from across the dealer's room.

"Joooooon," he replied, rushing over to his co-host.

He paused, seeing three other people with him. Ross was there, of course. Then there was Dan and Brian. Jon waved Arin over and grinned.

"Look who Ross and I found," he said triumphantly, gesturing to the other two.

Arin felt heat rush to his cheeks as Dan smiled and waved. He was even taller and probably cooler in person. He yanked Jon and Ross aside.

"What the fuck is that?"

"I thought you loved these guys," Jon said with a confused shrug. "Ross met them at a con a year ago or so-"

"I fucking love them! That's the problem!"

"I can tell them to go away," Ross suggested, looking back at the two.

"What? No, don't do that! Just...fuck, man, I don't know..."

"Just talk to them. They're really chill dudes-"

"Oh yeah, just talk to them," Arin grumbled, mimicking Ross' accent.

"Deep breaths, Hanson," Jon soothed, shaking Arin's shoulders. "You're fucking Egoraptor for God's sake! You don't give a fuck what anyone thinks! Now go over there and talk!"

Arin inhaled slowly and composed himself. Jon was right. Egoraptor don't give a fuck. He shook off some nerves and turned around. Go time.

"NSP, huh," he said casually to the duo. "I'm a huge fan of your music. You guys kick ass."

"That's really nice of you, man, thanks," Brian said graciously.

Ross gestured for him to leave Arin and Dan alone for a moment. He joined him and Jon a short distance away.

"You're Egoraptor, right," Dan asked, holding out his hand. "Your work's pretty badass. It's nice to meet you."

Fuck, Arin thought. He's so down to earth and not creepy like his persona. He wasn't dickish at all, in fact. Arin's mouth hung open before he came back to his senses.