The Little Minx

Strange guy?

The blonde puts Zim's shit down in his room, staying true to what he had said. This makes the little thing speak up.

"Could I, uhm, have my own room?" He asks, peering at him and shifting a bit awkwardly. He plays with his hands while waiting for an actual answer.

"Why do you need one?" Asks the big man with an innocent enough smile. He strides over and gives the guitarist a pat to the back. "You'll be just fine here.... I'll treat you right?" He giggles a little madly again and then just leaves.

Strange guy?

Zim can only just take a second to take in whatever /that/ was, but once he's done he goes to put his things somewhere safe, sitting on the edge of this bed. He couldn't believe he'd even made it this far. But maybe he could use this to his advantage? The one guy obviously had an attraction towards him. He could go along with that? It might even get him the job...

Whatever he does, he had to do so carefully. He didn't want to fuck up. He couldn't /afford/ to.

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The little bob headed guitarist walks back downstairs eventually, doing so warily. And for good reason because when Manson sees him he scoffs and then looks to Stephen immediately.

"Stephen what did I tell you???!" He yells. The man was VERY loud. "I told you NOT to sleep with the fucking guitarists!!"

Zim watches this with wide orbs, looking between the two now as well as the other two members of the band who were looking him over currently.

"I said he could stay here, stop being such a killjoy! I didn't fuck him..."

The big guy just brushes him off as if it was nothing, meanwhile, gingers gently taking the man caught between all this to the couch where twiggy was sitting too, trying to make him more comfortable.

"You're fine..." he says to Zim when he sees his face. "They fight ALL the time over EVERYTHING.... this is just the next thing." While Ginger says this, Twiggy just offers him the bottle of whiskey he was currently drinking from as if it were a can of soda.

Zim holds a hand up but thanks twiggy quietly, just sitting with his legs crossed awkwardly. Eventually he speaks up.

"I'm sorry to have caused you trouble, I can just leave?" He asks, already starting to stand up. Pogo rushes over and picks him up only to make him sit back down.

"No, stay!" He says quickly. Zim just shrieks softly in surprise.

Manson gives Stephen a VERY pointed look but then just gently takes the guitarist's hand, leading him elsewhere and away from the rest of these idiots.

"You're okay, doll.... you can stay, at least until we've figured out who we'll keep." He offers him a smile. But Manson had already decided who he'd wanted. He didn't need to consult the group... but to seem like a team player he would first. But I mean? Pogo CLEARLY liked this one.... ginger seemed to like him? Twiggy offered to share his liquor! That's something that doesn't happen often.

This was the one...

Zim just looks to the front man, nodding. "Thank you!" He smiles, just trying to be polite since they were actually gonna let him stay.

Manson leads him to the living room and just sits him down.

It literally takes less than a few minutes before the blonde is back to harass him.