Hollywood Undead Preferences

How you met:

Jorel:
You sighed softly as you started to get ready to close shop.
You were a piercer in Los Angeles and were known for being one of the best around although today just seemed kind of dead so an early day it was for you and the rest of the staff.
Just as you were about to empty the till the small bell that hung above the door jingled indicating someone had come in.
You sighed softly knowing it was too good to be true and looked over at the two hooded male figures that had stopped at the piercings display case.
Your (e/c) eyes met your friends Casey's blue ones as you silently shot each other death stares willing the other one to deal with the customers so you wouldn't have to.
Well Casey just ended up walking into the staff back room instead making you mutter an angry cuss word under your breath before walking over to the two hooded figures.
You weren't a great people person, that's not what made you a good piercer, it was your professionalism and honesty that brought customers around so you ever so awkwardly cleared your throat in an attempt to get there attention.
The one wearing the black hood with a white flat cap looked over his shoulder at you first making a slight blush rise to your cheeks when you saw how attractive he was.
His warm brown eyes studied you carefully before he smiled warmly obviously waiting for you to say something.
Blushing even harder you quickly found your voice "Oh sorry I was just checking to see if you guys need any help with anything" you said making the other man in the grey hoodie turn to face you.
He was good looking but it was the guy in the black hoodie who'd caught your attention.
"Yeah actually" the guy in the black hoodie flipped his hood down and brought his fingers to his lobe were showed you his gauge piercing (I'm sorry if that's not what it is I get confused with the different between stretches, gauges ect.) "I was wondering whether you had anything this size but in white?".
You looked up at his piercing having to stand on your tippy toes slightly making him chuckle and bend his knees so you didn't have to strain to see it as much.
"(His size)?" You asked not even having to measure it that's how good you were.
He looked surprised for a minute before nodding.
Who smiled and opened the cabinet with all the piercings and quickly found one that was his size and white like he'd asked for.
"Done, now do you need me to change them or can you manage at home?" You asked while putting them in a small clear Baggie then inside a custom shop plastic bag.
"I've done it before a couple of times I think I can manage, thanks anyway" he replied and flashed you a toothy grin leaving you slightly awestruck for a moment before you managed a shy smile back and walked over to behind the till so he could pay.
"How come I never see you in here?" He asked while handing you a $20 note, "It's because I'm usually out the back doing the piercings, we're just about to close shop so yeah" you replied with a small shrug while handing him his few dollars of change.
"Well if you're getting off work now how about you meet me at the coffee shop around the corner?" He offered making your cheeks heat up as his friend snickered lowly from beside him earning a elbow to the ribs from black hood making you giggle a little.
"Yeah sure I'd like that, I'm (y/n) by the way" you said making his smile grow "I'm Jorel, and I'll see you soon pretty lady" he flashed you a wink and his friend waved before they both left leaving you a blushing mess.

Dylan-
You loved to skate, yeah you owned a car license but you rarely drove anywhere unless you were doing the shopping, were in a rush or wherever you had to go was too far to skate.
So skating you were down the streets of Los Angeles with a slushie in one hand jamming out to some 'Hollywood Undead-Up in smoke'.
Today was turning around to be a pretty good day until someone abruptly stepped out in front of you giving you not even time to slow down sending you, the stranger, and your drink flying.
"Urgh fuck!" You yelled as you glared down at your road rash on your left forearm from where you fell and the slushie that had split over over your hand making it stupidly sticky and gross.
The stranger with his back to you seemed unharmed and got up and dusted off his jeans before turning to you and holding out his hand to help you up.
You felt your jaw drop as you stared up in shock at him.
You'd just crashed into fucking Dylan Alvarez, AKA funny man.
Blushing like an idiot you took his hand and he swiftly pulled you to your feet before handing you your board.
"Sorry about that, I'm a little high" he chuckled sheepishly making you mentally note how red his eyes did look.
"Oh no it's cool, I shouldn't of been going that fast anyway" you hesitated unsure whether you should admit you were a fan or not "I'm actually a massive fan of your band which makes this so much more awkward".
His dark eyebrows raised in surprise as a goofy grin spread across his lips "Well shit what a small world ay, want me to sign your wounds?" He joked referring to your bleeding arm that was starting to sting but considering you'd had worse injuries from skating you ignored it.
You laughed before Dylan gently took your arm and examined it no longer grinning "That doesn't look like it tickles though" he mumbled guiltily.
You were about to wave it off and say it didn't bother you but he beat you to it "Not in a weird way, but do you wanna come back to mine and I can clean that up? My place is just around the corner I'll feel like a dick if I don't".
You blinked at him in shock making him smirk "I did say not in a weird way but I gotta say.." He trailed off with a chuckle while looking you up and down with interest making you blush like crazy before playfully shoving his side "Okay, okay let's go".