Masterpieces {Book 2}

BLACK (part 2 & 3)

Aye, this is part 2 & 3 to 'black' and the mashton part to 'gold' so read those first if you haven't already !

diehardirwin it's mashton, dis for you boo

Enjoy :)

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Your heart sings like a kettle,
and your words they boil away like steam
And a lie burns long while the truth bites quick,
a heart is built for both it seems

You are lonely as a church,
despite the queuing out your door

I am empty as a promise, no more

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Ashton already feels a bit light-headed when he follows Michael into the bar. Michael had bought some beer which they drank when they parked the car in front of the bar in order to spend less on drinks in the bar itself. Ashton realised he was gonna have to sleep at Michael's place tonight, which is a ten minute walk, cause with them both drinking there is no way of someone driving back to his own place.

'This place is so cool.' Ashton comments as he looks around.

'I know right?' Michael reacts. 'Coolest place in Sydney.'

The stairs they went down took them into some kind of hipster-cave, probably the exact opposite from the first club Ashton's been to with Michael. This one suits him way better though.

There is a long wooden bar across the room, taking up the entire wall, countless alcohol bottles on wooden selves behind it. Two heavily tattooed girls and a guy with the most impressive beard and stretches Ashton has ever seen are serving people, running around in a haste but seeming to enjoy it a lot. Wooden pillars holding up the ceiling are covered in pieces of paper with small doodles on them, and the ceiling itself is littered with what seems like snowboards, all with different prints on them. The floor is all black-and-white tiles like a sixties café. Everywhere Ashton looks he sees posters of inspiring people, stickers and photo's on the walls. In the corner he can see tables and chairs stacked up, probably to make more room for all the people. Industrial lamps are hanging from the ceiling, and in the far front of the bar Ashton sees three guys and a girl setting up their instruments.

'You want a drink?' Michael asks him, pulling him towards the bar by his lower arm.

'Yeah, I'll have a Jägerbomb.' Ashton answers. Michael grins at him and nods, finding an empty spot at the bar and ordering them both a shot. Ashton can see one of the girls checking him out and grinning approvingly. It's got Ashton giggling.

Oh honey, if you only knew.

Once they drowned their shots Michael takes him to the dancefloor where people are gathered. The frontwoman of the band takes a seat on a chair set up for her and adjusts her guitar on her lap.

'Goodnight everyone.' She says, her voice holding just the tiniest bit of gravel. The crows cheers.

'Thank you all for coming out tonight, I hope you'll like what we have for you.' She continues, looking around and smiling. 'We are Mary & The Fox and this is "Hang me up to dry".'

Guitar fills the bar, and Ashton feels himself relax into the sound. Michael's standing half behind him, their shoulders brushing as they sway along with the smooth music.

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Ashton doesn't know how they got drunk so fast.

He's leaning on Michael, his arms around the boy's waist and his head on his shoulder. He's breathing into the crook of Michael's neck, his scent the only thing that he can even register right now. Michael has his arms over Ashton's shoulders, holding him close as they sway from side to side to the music booming through the bar.