Viggo managed to corral his shy nature into something more extroverted, but not without a massive effort. "Nah. I'm off at seven forty-five, so I can just meet you there." He reached out to take Damien's cup and quickly jotted his number along the side. "In case you need directions." He teased as he handed it back.
“Thanks, love. See you then, I’ve gotta run and tell the guys we’ve got an audition here soon,” Damien hummed as he grabbed his cup. “See you tonight,” he called, winking at Viggo as he made his way out the door
(Aight, gimme a few tho)
Viggo stared at the door after Damien left, rubbing the back of his neck stressfully. "What in the world just happened?" He muttered to himself. He wasn't going to knock fate though, this was the best opportunity he had to get back into music in awhile. No way would he let it slip through his fingers.
(Should we do a skip?)
(yea probably. unless you want to do a scene between damien and his bandmates)
(Nah, I kinda wanna wait until later to introduce them)
(no problemo! works for me)
(Would u mind doing a quick starter? I’m a lil brain dead lmao)
(Sure sure. One moment)
Viggo's hair was hopeless by the end of his shift and he faintly smelled of matcha, but regardless of all this he marched somewhat confidently to Patsy's, the bar down the street that Damien had indicated. It was crowded already with smiling patrons and Viggo felt himself relaxing the tiniest bit. It wasn't a date just a hang out to see if he had a chance to get into the band. He exhaled his worries as he made his way to the bar counter.
Damien had gotten there early so he could greet Viggo, so when he spotted him from his booth he slid out to go grab him. “Hey, nice to see you didn’t chicken out on me!” he said, grinning as he slung an arm around Viggo’s shoulders. He was a little buzzed already, but he figured it wouldn’t really matter since he was really just there to play around with Viggo
Viggo jumped at the sudden contact. "Well I'm pretty serious about music so…." He shrugged letting the statement dangle between them. He let a grin turn up the corners of his mouth as he carefully disengaged himself from Damien's grasp. "What's your poison?"
“Aw, you’re offering to buy me a drink? I appreciate it, but it’s on me. I asked you here, after all. What do you want?” Damien asked, grinning as he still leaned just a little closely into Viggo’s space. He seemed not to notice or care, however, but at this point was almost about to lean against the other
Arching a brow, Viggo stared at the other man for a moment. Maybe he's just drunk. For some reason that was humorous to him, so he was chuckling a bit under his breath as he said, "Alright. A gin and tonic then. Gotta keep it classy, am I right?"
Damien hummed in agreement, grinning as he ordered Viggo’s drink before getting himself a White Russian just because he could. He turned to Viggo now, that lopsided grin on his face again. “So Viggo…how long have you been playing music, hm?”
Viggo shrugged, not meeting Damien's gaze. He shoved his hands in his pockets, suddenly self conscious. Kinda forgot that this was an interview. "Since I was a kid, but I was more…classically…trained. I've been playing the drums since I was ten or so." He finished his answer with another shrug and a bored grin.
“Yeah? Nice to know you got a little bit of an early start. Our backup singer, Matt, he played drums a little, but not nearly as long as that. Think you’d get along pretty well with the others, though,” Damien chuckled, gratefully taking his drink from the bartender once it was handed to him
Viggo hummed in response, unsure of the validity of Damien's statement because he hadn't met the other band members yet, but he was semi confident in his friendly nature. "How long have you guys been playing?" He asked, taking his own drink from the bartender. How does one keep up a conversation again?
"Mm, hard to say…We all got together just for fun in highschool, but we've been actually putting music out for about five years now. We're really only popular locally, and we've only done two big concerts, but those were parts of music festivals," Damien answered with a little shrug, stretching out before taking another sip of his drink
Viggo nodded as he took a long drink from his glass. The gin burned his throat going down, yet relaxed the rest of his body a bit. It was good to know that they were a rather popular band, even locally, He would hate to join a band that barely had it's foot out the door. "Hey, that's pretty awesome man." He raised his glass a bit in salute. "What happened to your old drummer?"
“He got in a fight with the rhythm guitarist, Matt. Guess the old drummer thought Marx could hook him up with some acid or something but got pissed when he refused. Tried to jump Matt with a couple guys, but Marx knocked the shit out of him,” Damien said, shrugging as he tipped back his glass
Viggo blinked, his eyebrows disappearing into his hair line. So they're one of those bands… He chuckled a little awkwardly. "Never a dull moment in music, am I right?" He took another sip of his drink, hissing between his teeth as the gin burned it's way down. "I'm not really a violent guy so you won't have to worry about that." He assured Damien honestly.
Damien just chuckled at that. “Oh, you have no idea. Everyone in our band has fought for it, or with it, at some point. Though I won’t lay the sob stories on you this early, we’ve been through some shit in our own ways.” He gave a little sigh as he knocked back the rest of his drink, the glass clinking lightly where he set it down
Viggo shifted uncomfortably on his feet. He hadn't thought that maybe he'd eventually have to share his own sob story with anyone he worked with. The notion made him nauseous. Instead of commenting further, he finished his own drink and set it back on the counter beside Damien, flagging down the bartender for another.
"So." He said abruptly, gin making him much braver. "When are try outs?"
Damien gestured for a refill himself, but at Viggo’s question he couldn’t help but flash the other a cheeky grin. “When d’ya want them to be?” he asked, a teasing hint in his tone as he spoke. He wanted to go back to teasing the other instead of being so serious like this