Let's get Drunk and Loud (open)

[Shredder]

"Rex, but you seem like the kind of chick that would prefer to call me by my other name, Shredder." he informed, the bottle in his hand being brought up to his lips so he could take another drink for the nectar of the metalhead. Her pheromones were, while not hitting him full force, they were washing over his face like a gentle morning breeze, combined with the dose when she got in real close, the alcohol working its way into his system....he couldn't help but notice the tight leather pants, the leather bra putting so much skin on show. "So you liked the show?"

[Morphia]

"You could say that." She informed taking a sip of her drink. "You've got talent Kid."
Morphia flipped braids off of her shoulders which gave a good views of some of the scars that peeked out over her shoulders.
"This record deal you got, tell me about it, how longs that contract for?" She wondered if she could get him something better with Blood Rain, he could be the proverbial golden goose that got her on good standards with Gil again.

[Shredder]

"There's three months left." It had already been extended due to the groups success, but with the continued success they were performing at, another contract had already been promised. One eye caught sight of a scar, practically in its peripheral vision, once he noticed one, he tilted his head slighty, getting a better look. His gaze ran back to her, then to the scar, before letting a finger gently run over it. "Hardcore." he offered, rather unaware of the effect the skin contact caused, not fully aware of her abilities yet.

[Morphia]

Morphia cut her eyes at his finger. "Don't touch it." She informed, not that she cared that he was getting a dose of Morphine she just didn't like any one touching the grim reminders that some people had anger issues and should be parents.
She noted what he said about the contract. "How many albums have you put out?" Honestly she doubted it was more than one, but the singles were more of what she was interested in.

[Shredder]

"Just the one.....and two singles, next will be out soon." he informed, pulling his finger away at her request. "And what do you think you could get me on a contract with Blood Rain, I can't deny my interest in being signed to the living legends." he admitted, while his eyes continued to take her in, her own eyes, her lips, her neck. He took another deep drink from his bottle, before extending his arms across the seats back, putting one foot up on a nearby table.

[Morphia]

Morphia felt his arm go across her seat back unconsciously she slipped into her old ways, her k9 tooth snuck out to bite the edge of her full lined lips.
"I'll give my contacts a call later tonight, when the office hours start back up for europe." She took another sip of Jack Daniel's and cut her eyes at him. "Do you have a following, a group that'll buy your CD's no matter who puts them out?"
Morphia wondered if she still had her own base fans, the ones who bought the pin ups, the posters of her and Gil and wore the lovely clothing line she'd had a hand in putting out through Blood Rain.
How she missed the girls who held their breath to look like her, and the boys who would do anything for her.

[Shredder]

"Are you kidding me? They'll be all the more eager to buy it with Blood Rain on the label." he replied, a wicked smile forming on his face as it leaned in towards hers to put emphasis on the point. This could be quite the beneficial meeting indeed, the advertising power behind Blood Rain, from posters to radio coverage and internet exposure would be brilliant. Shredder knew he was good great, his band was more then good enough to make it big, but exposure was what they needed!

[Morphia]

Morphia smirked.
"They buy, and I'm all the happier to sell." The woman said his face was close to hers. She was getting physical now wasn't he?
Not that she minded, she was usually the one to make all the first moves but it seemed like this boy was rather good at making his intentions known. He was a lusty youth who wanted big things, she liked that in a young talent.

[Shredder]

She smirked, he smirked back. "And I'm happy to keep making the music they want to hear, what they want to buy." It was true, he was much more alive when he was on stage, the studio was good too, but the stage was where he came alive, watching the people throw up their heads and fists in support, feeding off the energy they gave him, and them going wild as he unleashed his brutal lyrics and metal guitar work. "Wait a second." he stepped out from their private little spot behind the stage, stepping through the curtain out into the main area, quickly getting half a dozen Jaeger shots before returning. "We should celebrate the business." he smiled, before placing down the tray of shots at the table in front of their couch.

[Morphia]

Morphia smirked. "Kiddo, your a man after my own heart." She took the first shot glass and raised it to him. "To business, and the anarchy that follows." She said as she quickly lifted the glass to her lips and took the shot.
Morphia was used to this hard riding life style, back when she'd been younger a shot of Jagger would have left her puckering from the taste, but now she just smirked up at him one eye brow arched waiting for the next shot.

[Shredder]

Shredder took up a shot, rising it as she did hers. "To business and anarchy." he replied with a smile before downing the shot. He didn't have her experience in taking them, and couldn't help but give a little shake as he swallowed the dark liquid. But he was still quite quick to take up the next shot. "To Metal." smiled the musician before taking the second shot, followed by a similar shiver.

[Morphia]

Morphia nodded as he took his shot and she hers.
"To the money." She loved toasting to revenue. It was always one of the things she'd loved as a band manager looking at that big check before it went to the main office in Glascow.
The woman took her shot and laughed, it wasn't getting to her head yet, but she was feeling it getting close.
"Kid, I'm gonna make a sinner of you yet."

[Shredder]

Shredder nodded his head to money, money was awesome. He loved having money. "Make me a sinner? Your preaching to the Death Choir." he replied with an eyebrow raised, he had been to the parties, he had beaten someone down in an alley, walking away from nothing but a bloody pulp that couldn't possible drag itself to safety. He was very much into sin, he was wondering how much of a sinner she could be, he was young and powerful, she was the one who had left the life and was trying to make her way back in. He bit his lower lip for a moment. "What other kind of shots do you take?" he asked, making no effort to hide his vision going into her cleavage, before turning back to her face.

[Morphia]

Morphia laughed, she knew his game. "Kid you could handle me, and that's a promise." He'd be unconscious before she even really got started, or with his level of alcohol already he might end up comatose. That'd be bad for business.
"Your messing with a dangerous drug, and I don't really think you'd want to go that numb."
The poor girl, she couldn't be as bad as she ever wanted to be- or as others wanted her to be.

[Shredder]

"I've never found something someone said I couldn't handle and it turn out to be true." Which was true, but he wasn't really in the know about Morphia's drug skin, he had already shrugged off the sensation he got when she grabbed his face, and her pheromone and the alcohol in his system was making him quite hot for her, the way she dressed was so provocative, that and he was the lead man in a band, he was used to the girls giving it up easy.