Pull the Trigger

Excuse All the Blood Darling

"Your such a fucking loser!" a pale young man with long raven-colored hair chuckled to his three friends as he set his 3rd beer down at the restaurants table. A solemn looking though youthful blonde sitting across the table from the black haired male chewed anxiously on his red straw in agitation, he was depressed enough as it was.
" It's not polite to Stare Pelle." A bandana clad brunette snickered At Euronymous as he finished his fifth beer. The rambunctious bar was full of smoke and as Pelle would put it ever so lightly "disgusting little insects."
He knew he wouldn't of had fun in the first place going out tonight.
(if you'd even call it that)
but he began to feel intensely unnerved and sickly overwhelmed as he wiped a small bead of sweat along with a lengthy golden hair strewn around his Corpse painted face. The girls green eyes darted around Pelle and his group of friends timidly from a few tables afar, she felt compelled to speak to them or atleast but changed her mind quickly. it was more than apparent they'd been talking about her anyhow with all the glancing and giggling but the atmosphere of the clanking bottles and overzealous crowd shrowded even that,making her feel even more uncomfortable. She sighed as her hands trembled around her drink slightly it was as if the whole world was examining her, she was far from ugly but definitely not an average female either.The rampant pit in her stomach rose to her chest as she nonchalantly tried to ignore Euronymous taking the seat next to her very abruptly and with a cunning smile. "yes?" she eventually questioned his stare,simply wrapping both hands around her frigid beverage. Euronymous pulled the drink from her bruised fingers and took a long swallow before he spoke. "you seem awfully Alone." he stared at her intently as he looked over her appearance and apprehension.She had shiny blondish white hair that made her vast pear hued and dark-rimmed eyes stand out as did the maroon tinted lipstick on her pouty and slightly tremmbling lips. She wore black combat boots with a puffy laced skirt, suspenders and ripped up bright red fishnet stockings.Her blood red corset complimented her petite figure well and showed off a plethora of deep scars cuts and colorful arrays of bruising and burns amidst her porcelain skin. "I think you'd make a perfect acquaintance to my friends and I, that is if you think you can handle it."
She casually eyed his group of friends watching from the table crossed the room, the blonde was conveying her lividity and anguish rather eerily as he quickly looked back to the table.
she didn't dare let the words no hang about The raven-haired male's uninvited invitation. "Whats to handle?" she quoted him loosely as she swiftly yanked her drink from his pale bony hands and took the only unreserved seat at the bottle covered table, Pelle flinched as she sat next to him as if frieghtned.
"What's your Name Beautiful?" The brunette at the table asked as he nudged Pelle roughly. the others laughed as a shy heat rose in her timid throat.she went flush as she looked downward.Pelle's bare arms we're covered in more pain than even hers which arose a great curiosity in her. She thought his scars were mystifying and that he could certainly use a friend or atleast a hug.her light vapid voice shivered with no reply just a simple sigh. "What would you like to be called?" the man that had previously asked her name smirked as Euronymous introduced himself and Necrobutcher. "what sick names. I like them." she smiled behind her freckle and mole speckled face. She was quickly becoming genuinely charmed. "And that...That's Dead." Euronymous flicked a balled up napkin at the young blonde boys face as he made almost savage eye contact with him,Pelle flinched again but kept quiet. "of course it is." she mumbled lightly pining to hear him speak even just a word as she looked over his meticulous makeup . "thats a perfect name." she added almost as if speaking to herself as his timid icy blue hues stared almost manically in her direction, she stared back not sure weather to smile or cry until Euronymous spoke again getting both of there attention.
"We were just about to leave actually. I have someone coming by to audition for the band. I'm not sure there's room enough in the car but you're welcome to come." He smirked stretching as he stood up and put on his leather jacket. Dead was already getting in the back seat of the BMW slamming the door almost violently as his golden hair cascaded around his thin shoulders. "What is the name of your band anyhow?" She asked Euronymous as they exited the bar, the chilled evening wind was much more preferable than the smoke stained atmosphere indoors. "You'll find out soon enough." Euronymous laughed before taking the driver's seat and leaving the girl standing outside the car. She rubbed her chilled arms slightly considering where to sit as the rest of the supposed band got in the grey car she timidly tapped on the back window offering Dead a hopeful smile. He rolled the window down slowly offering her no hint of any expression but somehow he looked a lot calmer now that they were out of that place. "Can you let me in please?" She was unsure if he was even in the same universe for a moment as he just stared at her emptily, her soft voice lingering around him. "Pelle open the fucking door!" Euronymous complained loudly making then both startle as he turned around in his seat. The others laughed seeming to find it quite amusing.
"I Bite." Dead said simply in a monotone whisper as he held the car door open for her, he was at least 6 feet tall. To his surprise she laughed as she squeezed between him and the door, trying not to close her skirt In it. "Is that what the I love Transylvania shirt is about? Are you a vampire or something?"
She peered up at him with a sweet sincerity he couldn't quite comprehend. "For fucks sake don't encourage him." Euronymous sighed out a heavy cloud of cigarette smoke as he headed down the darkening stretch of road.
"What!?" She laughed happily. "It's Cute." Necrobutcher suddenly leant over from Dead's other side with a smile. "Yeah you'll think it's cute when he's chasing you around with a butcher knife or trying to saw your arm off." She flipped him off trying to adjust in what little seat she had, on that note she definitely didn't want to make Dead anymore uncomfortable than he seemed to solemnly be .she practically held her breathe until they reached what she figured was where Euronymous was staying.