Let's get Drunk and Loud (open)

[Morphia]

"Looks like you just found one." She said, her gloved index finger tracing his jaw line as she reached down and took another shot glass. She raise it to him and took her final shot. "Trust me darling, I'm just to intoxicating."
Her voice was low and seductive, but she enjoyed toying with men's minds. It was all part of her charm, all part of intensity.

[Shredder]

Shredder didn't like being told no, not without experiencing it. But he took the offered shot glass and threw it back, a moment later taking back up his beer. Everyone knew washing down Jaeger with beer was a good idea. "We'll see." he replied, maybe the alcohol was drowning out the pheromones, but he was cooling off, was become more aware of the boom of a heavy base from the front of the bar, it wasn't a band, just some mixed playlist over the system.

[Morphia]

Morphia chuckled. "Besides kid, you probably have plenty of groupies to satisfy you." She went back to her Jack Daniels. "I always told the bands I managed, 'don't try to screw me, and I won't screw over your diesel sniffers.' Those were good times." Though on occasion she was known to have a trist with a bassist or the occasional body guard she usually tried to stay away from lead singers, especially after Gil.

[Shredder]

"There's a few reliable names in my phonebook." he replied, sure there was. He had money for booze, drugs, he was the center of the parties he held, everyone wanted to be seen with him at those. He was a good looking guy too. Add that to the fact he was awesome. "No promises on that though." he replied, he wasn't going to pretend he didn't want to lay the older woman, but clearly she wasn't going to be leaning over onto his lap in the back of the club, he'd leave it for later. When they were both more drunk, or they had a bigger reason to celebrate.

[Morphia]

She finished off her drink and leaned back with a sigh. "So tell me about your reasons for writing?" Morphia was good at getting on the same artist level as the artist she signed. Besides she needed to keep in this boys good graces if she wanted to get into Gil's good graces, and she really wanted to get on his good side, with out waking up on the wrong side of his bed.

[Shredder]

"I started music to escape from family life, my parents are a real pair of jack offs." he informed, before taking another deep drink from his bottle of beer. "That's how it started, they'd piss me off and I'd retreat to my guitar, then other things would piss me off so I'd go back to music, I spent do much time practicing to get away from all the jack offs, I ended up getting pretty metal." Which was pretty everything his music was about, things that pissed you off, things he hated, things that made him so damn angry.

[Morphia]

Morphia nodded. "I see, so your angry at the world." She crossed her legs, shifting on the couch so she was leaning on one of the arm rests so that her muscled stomach was tight stretched.
She looked over him. "I like it rough." she said referring to the music.

[Shredder]

"I suppose you could say that." he replied, truth be told he wasn't angry at the world, more so then he was just annoyed by a lot of what (and who) was going on around him. When she mentioned she liked it rough, he just looked to her with a slightly different look. "Somehow I had guessed." he wasn't referring to the music.

[Morphia]

She was certain had him pegged, angry teen, corny catch phrase using his genre of music and raw amazing talent.
Honestly she was certain she was going to spend the rest of the night with him- at least the night meaning prior to him trying to make a drunken move on her, maybe even a little passed that.
"Kid tonight I'm giving Glascow a call." She raised her empty glass to him, the bar maid noticed and brought her another.

[Shredder]

"Looks like I've got you all kinds of impressed." he replied, his voice as rough and gravelly as ever. He'd have to google her later, if she had been big in Blood Rain, she'd have a wikipedia page or something. "And what about you? How did you get involved in all of this?" at this he once again put a foot up on the table, kicking back so he could relax properly, let the booze wash over his brain.

[Morphia]

"I shagging the lead singer of Gilgamesh before Blood Rain was a thing." She took the drink from the bar maid when she brought it. "When their manager quit I stepped up, and when their band skyrocketed, we built Blood Rain from the ground up."
Sipping her new beer Morphia thought about the days when she was so busy and then damn Magneto and to come and screw her life into the ground.

[Shredder]

"Brutal." Gilgamesh was just fucking awesome, he could really say they were an influence on both his vocals and guitar work. Although it was getting to the point that he wasn't sure if he believed her, just dropping out of nowhere, on one of his less impressive places to play, going to get him a big deal.....oh and of course, not only did she work for Blood Rain, she was one of the people who built it from the ground up.

For now however, he was happy to drink with her, which is what he did. "Well then hopefully we'll all make a lot of money, and it'll be very badass."

[Morphia]

"F*cking badass." She confirmed.
Morphia sighed, if this kid really believed everything she just said she'd be shocked at his naivety. While she was telling the truth being in business meant not believing anything until your lawyer checked it out.
It was like the great 'they' said;
The music industry was a festering pit of filth run pimps, whores and thieves all waiting to stab you in the back the first chance they got. But then again, there also negatives to it also.

[Shredder]

It was getting to the point where the adrenaline of being on stage had worn off and the shots were taking hold, the nearly two bottles of beer weren't really a factor, but it was all adding up. It just had him feeling a bit tired, he needed to do something, to get up and move and drink or he was going to crash. He signaled for another beer, before throwing back the one he had.

"So what music would you listen to? Other then Gilgamesh."

[Morphia]

Morphia thought that over. "I listen to a lot of old school Metal, Metalica, Black Sabbath, ACDC along with the classics like The Who, the Grateful Dead and of course Led Zeppelin." She took a sip of her beer, she was starting to feel a little something, nothing to taxing. "From the 'newer' guys I like Charon, Brother Fire Tribe, Tarot, Megadeath, Ramstein and Babylonian Wastes." Babylonian Wastes was the only Blood Rain signed artist, but after you discovered the talent you tended to be over critical of their music and no longer enjoyed it.
"Who are your influences?" Little did he know but this was all one big interview.