How to seduce the worst of 'em

Bob Marley lives

Cry and I roam the festival ground , him just sticking by my side; Me just searching something fun to do before Skillet comes. Just to pass time.

We walk by a tent that reeks of weed miles away. The cops did probably notice already but don't give a damn shit about that , or are high in there already.

"Wanna have a look over there? , I poke Cry's side.

"Not really....", did I mention I love his antisocial behaviour and anxiety?

"Come on! It's gonna be fun, I promise!" , I pull his shirt towards the tent. He refuses at first but settles down as we come closer and a bunch of hardcore looking dudes and chicks with their leather jackets , ripped jeans and tatooed bodies cross our way , blocking our path.

"Aren't you guys a little young to be in this part of the camping ground? ", the tallest one smirks , his minions then giggle in agreement.

"Boy you ate all you mom gave you, didn't ya , big boy?", I smirk back , provoking him.

He growls , showing his fangs. Wait, are those real? I get down a little bit , ready for counter attack if this bitch dares to tackle me.

"Enough, Tyler chill the fuck out!", someone says coming from the tent.
We both freeze and look back to the tents entrance. A middle-tall , skinny boy comes out of the tent. He has short blonde hair and incredibly blue eyes. His beards indicates that he has been on this camping ground for at least 5 days straight. He has skinny ripped dark jeans and a loose batik shirt. His dreads are bound together to a messed up pony tail and between his fingers he holds are cigarette. No , smells like weed. And of course this dude is barefoot. Like if his whole presence didn't scream "hippie" all the way to the entrance of the festival ground , he was smoking weed and was barefoot.

I grin. "Bob Marley himself?"

"How did'ya know mah name?", he gestures at himself sarcastically.
"You guys look like you aren't chill enough , want to come in and get high?", he adds.

Cry lures from behind me and looks worried around. "Security?"

"Just passed by. They'll be back in ....", he counts on his fingers,"...27 minutes. Enough time, trust me. " he shakes it off.
"Come on in already!", he opens the door of his tent. "The names Bob Felix Marley, by the way."

I enter his tent , Cry still clinging to my arm and now slowly squeezing off my blood. I look around the tent. For a tent this size , I must admit it had style. It had enough room for at least 10 people , pillows were distributed on the ground. In several corners were cigarettes , bongs , some hookahs and beer bottles everywhere. A huge pile of pillows with a big, round hookah which altogether formed some sort of throne caught my eye. I point at it.

"Bob Marley really suits your style", I nod.

Felix steps beside me " micasa est sucasa!"

"What's that about?" I lift one eyebrow.

"It means my bongs are your bongs as long as the cops don't find out", he smiles and takes place on the throne-like pile. He looks over at Cry. "What does your girlfriend want?" , he points at him. 

Probably leave this place, I thought. "He isn't my boy- or girlfriend", I roll my eyes. Cry still clings to my arm like a baby opossum to his mother.

Felix leans in, obviously interested in the fact that Madcry was not my partner. I didn't make eye-contact with either of them because Madcry seemed like he's going to be sold to some rich sultan. In fact , the whole tent had some oriental touch to it. Felix probably didn't even mind harem, so I thought.

"What about getting high now? , he urges impatiently.

"Pass me some weed" , I ask, distracted by the patterns of the tent. The Tyler guy suddenly makes a move, seemingly not happy with me demanding from his "boss". I asume Cry and I got it some Hippie-Mafia business here. But Felix just shrugs him off and Tyler leaves the tent. I , though, repeat my request: "weed ... please...". Felix smiles and just as he passes me the stuff a guy enters the tent. First I didn't bother to look up but as he clears his throat and speaks up, I freeze.

"Hey old buddy", he grins, "mind if I pay you a visit?"

Felix' eyes light up. "Darky-chan!", he jumps up and sprints over to cuddle his pal. My eyes widen as I recognise that tall guy , who pushed me before. He was tall, no, huge. His body was perfectly trained , he could easily qualify as an athlete. Or even boxer. He has a perfect jawline and the manliest chin I've ever seen. His hair was trimmed on both sides of his perfect head and the middle part was a smooth transition from orange on the roots to a bloody red on the tips. His eyebrows were perfectly shaped like he was a sculpture by Michelangelo himself. His eyes were black all the way and only his piercing red iris was giving a little entrance to his soul , but damn this one had walls of diamonds. Indestructible!
Did I miss anything to describe ? Oh right , his clothes. I nearly forgot. He's wearing tight ripped black jeans , a loose black shirt with a nice fire red lynx with long horns sticking to of its head. Its jaw is open and huge fangs were drawn with every detail possible , so it seems like the lynx would jump out of his shirt at any moment. Above that shirt , he's wearing a sleeveless jeans-vest with spikes on the shoulders and a choker with the same spikes around his neck. This choker needs to be examined on its own. It perfectly surrounded his neck. His neck shows some deep arteries and muscles as well. Damn was he consisting of muscles and sexyness only?!

He looked up from Felix' hug and our eyes merged together. I was suddenly completely unable to move at all. He was clearly checking me out as well and suddenly I became curious of his opinion about me. He loked down at me slowly like a scanner at the airport. All the way down , all the way up. I froze and was even unable to swallow.
Damn his eyes literally scanned through me , like back then , when I bumped into him acidently.

As he finished examining me, he snorts with a pathetic grin , which makes me want to kill him but Cry grabs my torso and holds me back. Felix let's go of the tall guy , gives him some drugs as well and leaves the tent with him. I gnash my teeth.
I hate that motherfucker!