It's time for something new!
Title: Adjudication
Author: myforgottenpain
Rating: R
Pairing: Vam... with a few surprises...hehehe
Summary: I just can't help myself with these "how they got together" based stories...
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything connected to HIM, Ville Valo, or Bam Margera. Nor do I imply that in reality they are anything but friends. I, however, could not pass up a great idea for a fan fiction!
Warnings: I'm bringing the heat! And a very dominate Willa... Also...I warped the time line a bit.
Authors Notes: Adjudication: The process of a strong chess player deciding on the outcome of an unfinished game.
I bring forth unto you, my readers, a new story! It's a mini story, only going to be about 12 chappies long.
***Hei= Finnish for hello
The halls were crowded as he pushed his way down them. His mind raced with excitement, which was how he liked to spend most of his days. He hated boredom as much as he hated doing anything that he couldn't be put under the broad category of fun. It was fun to blame the TV or to much rock and roll, but the truth behind it was much deeper than that.
Bam followed the security guard, unafraid of any social indisgressions that he might commit. He had been in the spotlight for far to long, exposing too much of himself to care at this point, what any one thought about him.
That did not take away the surge of excitement that was causing him to twirl the cord to his backstage pass around his fingers. The door open and he stepped into a setting that could have been like the many other backstage rooms he had been in before. The exception to this one was that the keyboardist and the guitarist were hunched over a chessboard.
Linde and Burton were both gazing at the board intently, smoke drifting from their forgotten cigarettes in the single lopsided ashtray between them. If Bam had known them better, he would have understood the complexity of what was happening before him.
Burton raised his hand slowly, causing Linde to suddenly lean forward and for the first time that Bam saw, look at his band mate. With a single shake of his head Burton retracted his hand and continued looking at the pieces.
Linde's lips puckered for a moment as if something bitter had just entered his mouth. He flopped back into his seat and snatched the neglected cigarette from its resting place. He inhaled deeply, finishing it off before smashing it into the ashtray. As he twisted and pushed the butt against the bottom of the tray, Burtons hand shot out.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Burton moved his piece and slapped the timer that was on the other side of the board from the ashtray. He leaned back into his own chair slowly, his head tipped to the side just a little as he gazed at Linde.
Linde did not look at Burton, but remained focused on the piece his friend had moved. Slowly he let go of the cigarette butt and brought his hand over the board. There it hovered like a crane waiting for a quarter so someone could attempt to grab a prize.
The silence in the room was heavy enough, but it seemed worse when Burton suddenly whispered something in Finnish. It caused Linde to look at him through the tops of his eyes.
Burton only continued looking at the board, waiting for his friend to move a piece. When Linde's hand started to lower, with the perceived intent of grabbing his knight, Burton coughed. Linde again looked at Burton who seemed to not notice anything. Wiggling his fingers, Linde moved his hand slowly to the bishop that was resting next to his knight. This time Burton muttered something as he pulled a cigarette from the crumpled pack next to him.
Bringing his hand down hard on the table, Linde spoke in a loud, irritated tone, indicating to the board and Burton.
Calmly, Burton handed Linde a fresh cigarette, which Linde grabbed, but only after glaring at it for a few seconds. After taking a quick drag from it, he snatched a piece from the board, moved it, smacked the timer and leaned back in his seat.
Burton chuckled as he lit himself a new cigarette, his old one having gone out a long time ago. He took short drags from it now and then, flicking his ashes into the tray as he plotted his next move.
It was now that they realized they were being watched, indicating for Bam to come over as they stood to make proper introductions. In a rare moment of curtsy on Bam's not so illustrious part, he told them he didn't care if they finished their game and was soon sitting next to them; pretending to watch and understand what was happening.
Burton offered to explain it to Bam, but Bam said it was alright and continued the conversation about his newly discovered love of their music. It wasn't too much longer after that, that he was introduced to Gas who had just returned with their dinner. Which looked completely unappealing to Bam in every sense of the word. But Gas' return allowed him to have someone else to talk to, which left Linde free to concentrate on the game and not the conversation.
***
Mige and Ville were walking down the hall back to the dressing room, joking about how Ville had jumped onto his back in the middle of a song and how Mige had returned the surprise with one of his own, by carrying their lanky lead singer around on his shoulders. The conversation ended for Ville when they reached the doorway and he saw Bam sitting next to the rest of their band. "Who is that?" He asked softly.
"Bam." Gas answered, having left the others when he saw Ville and Mige. "He's from America... and loves our music." Gas added with a small sense of pride and wonderment that their music had reached across the seas.
The corner of his mouth turned up in the smallest of grins. "What kind of name is Bam?"
Mige raised an eyebrow and then quickly put in, "Behave yourself..." He indicated to Ville, giving him a knowing look as he followed Gas out the door.
Ville rolled his eyes as he held his hands up in a sign of innocence, moving into the room and over to his two remaining friends. Standing just slightly behind Bam, he said, "Hei."
Bam jumped and turned, looking up he became instantly fixated on a pair of luscious green eyes. Stumbling to his feet quickly he smiled at the other man. "What did you say?"
"Hei." Ville repeated before he indicated to Bam and the chessboard and quickly asked him a question in Finnish.
Bam watched as the taller man tipped his head to the side and gazed at him. "Do.... I play... chess?" He questioned, indicating to himself and the board. "No... no... I don't."
"I'll teach you." Ville suddenly announced in English.
Bam was taken aback but he wasn't sure by what more, the sudden use of English from the lead singer (even though he knew he could sing in it) or the statement that had been said. "You don't have too..."
"I insist." Ville stated, heading over to one of the tables that was bare aside from a table cloth.
Bam followed him over to the table, surprised again when the Finn pulled out another chess board. "How many of those things do you have?"
"Three." Ville started as he sat the board on the table and sat down. "There are six of us who play, counting Seppo."
"Do you play a lot?"
Ville shrugged, "Sometimes... Burton needs a break once in a while from beating Linde."
"It's nice to have a challenge now and then." Burton commented right on time, causing Bam to chuckle.
Bam looked back at the other players in time to see Linde flip Burton off. He chuckled more as he turned back to the board in front of him.
"I'll let you be black." Ville said as he pushed the pieces over to Bam.
"Is that a good thing?" Bam asked as he picked up the pieces.
Ville nodded, "You get to go first." He said as he picked up some of the pieces. "These are your pawns. You can only move them forward, one space at a time."
"They suck." Bam commented, watching Ville as he set up his puns and quickly coping it.
"Maybe so... but sometimes they come in handy. This is your bishop." Ville said, holding up the next piece. "You only have two of them and they can go as many spaces as you want..."
"Sweet." Bam interjected with a smile.
"... but only on a clear dialogue path." Ville finished.
"Aww..." Bam frowned as he set up his bishops, leaning down so he could make sure they were in line with Ville's.
"This is your knight."
"It's a horsey." Bam said, chuckling as he made it gallop around the board.
Ville chuckled and gave him a moment before he continued. "Your knight can only move three spaces in one direction, followed by a forth move at an angle." Ville explained, showing him on the board.
"So it makes a little 'L' shape?" Bam asked.
Ville thought for a moment and then nodded, "That's one way to look at it." He could think of a dozen or so occasions when he would have stopped someone doing that to his chess pieces(in reference to the way Bam played with the knight). Yet somehow, watching Bam play with them only made him want to smile.
"Ohhh man...." Bam groaned, slumping in his chair. "This game has way too many rules in it."
Ville chuckled, "A good drink always helps...."
Bam perked up, "What do you have?"
Ville got up and looked in the mini fridge, "Vodka and beer it looks like."
"Beer me." Bam requested.
Ville chuckled and grabbed some beer from the fridge, carrying it over to their table. "Here you go."
"Thanks...." Bam cracked it open and took a long drink from it. "Mm...not to bad. Not as good as the beer back home."
"Frequent patron of the bar scene I take it?" Ville asked, sipping on his own beer.
Bam nodded and then looked like he wasn't convinced he had answered correctly. "When I can sneak in anyways."
"Sneak in?" Ville asked, generally surprised that Bam couldn't just go in.
"I'm not 21 yet... next year I'll be old enough." Bam said, takng another drink, "It's too bad we couldn't make this into a drinking game."
"Who says we couldn't?" Ville asked, taking a sip from his beer. "A drink every time you loose a piece."
"Oh man that's not even fair...I would be drunk in like... five seconds."
"Whats wrong with that? Afraid I'll take advantage of you?" Ville asked his eyes taking on a mischievous tone.
Bam smiled sheepishly. "If you're anything like my friends... you would strip me naked and leave me outside on a park bench."
Ville chuckled as he moved one of his pieces. "I could think of much better things to do than leave you on a park bench." He tapped his finger against the table and indicated to Bam. "It's your turn."
Bam sighed and looked at the pieces, after hesitating and changing his mind over what piece he wanted to move, Bam took his turn.
"Drink." Ville stated as he moved one of his pieces and swiftly knocked the one Bam had just moved out of the game. He caught Mige's attention as he went by and asked him for something in Finnish. Mige brought back two shot glasses and pulled the vodka from the mini fridge. Ville poured Bam a drink and passed it over to him.
"You're not going to even take it easy on me are you?" Bam asked, knocking back the shot.
"Nope." Ville said, "Your turn and you have fifteen pieces left."
"Oh man... fifteen potentional shots." Bam said as he sat upn and leaned forward.
"You better concentrate... loose your queen and you have to take three shots." Ville teased.
"Hey... now... I don't care how talented you are... no making up new rules."
"Protect your queen and it won't be a problem." Ville challenged.
Bam picked up one of the pieces and waved it at Ville. "Oh I'll protect my queen... just you wait and see how protected she'll be."
"That's your king." Ville pointed out.
Bam looked at the piece in his hand. "I thought I was supposed to protect the king?"
"That is the main objective of the game."
"Then why do I have to take three shots for loosing my queen?" Bam asked.
"Mostly to fuck with you." Ville said as he poured another shot and handed it to Bam. "Drink for being gullible."
"Oh yeah fucker..." Bam said as he snatched the bottle from Ville. "Take a drink for being an ass." Bam challenged, pushing the shot over to Ville.
Linde and Burton stopped their game and turned and looked to Ville who was tapping his finger against the side of the shot glass. His dark green eyes turned up and looked to Bam.
Bam met his glance with an equally interested and excited sort of energy.
Carefully, Ville wrapped his fingers around the glass and picked it up to hold out to Bam in the silent proposal for a toast; which Bam returned, clicking their glasses together.
Bam couldn't explain it, but there was something about the way that Ville looked at him, that made strange feelings stir inside of him. He opened his mouth to say something when Ville suddenly looked alarmed. "Is something wrong...?"
"Hide me." Ville said suddenly, ducking under the table.
"What?" Bam asked.
"Just don't tell her I'm here." Ville whispered.
Bam looked up just in time for the door to open and a tall, slender, woman walked in. She might have been beautiful, if not for the sneer on her face. Something about it made Bam nervous and it was only worse when he felt Ville lean against his legs.
The woman stopped next to Bam, asking him something in Finnish, which he didn't understand. Even if he could understand what her voice was hissing at him, he couldn't concentrate on it, as his mind imagined how Ville's body might be pressed against him.
"Where is he?" She suddenly yelled in English, slapping the table, making Bam jump.
"Umm...ho...ho...who?" He stammered, trying to move to look at her, but he was successfully pinned in place. He could feel his cheeks warm as he felt a weight being placed on his lap.
"My boyfriend Ville... Ville Valo.... the singer?" She asked in an annoyed manner, as if talking to Bam was demeaning.
"No...no I have no idea where he went." Bam said in what he believed was a convincing manner.
She shook her head, grumbling in Finnish for a moment before she looked at the table again. She reached out and touched the bottle of vodka, rocking it back and forth. Her eyes moved to Bam and she suddenly didn't look as intimidating as before, or at least, she was trying to make it appear that way. "Are you sure you have no idea where he is?" She asked softly.
Bam nodded quickly, unaware of the fact that Ville's upper body was resting against his legs. Crossing his arms, Ville had let them rest on Bam's lap, his head soon resting on them, as he gazed at Bam from under the table cloth. "I've never had the pleasure of meet...." He trailed off when her pretty features twisted again.
With a firm yank she pulled the cloth up and tossed it over the table. She glared angrily at Ville who only sighed in a disappointed manner. She yelled at him, indicating to him as she spat something in Finnish that just sounded nasty.
Ville's own features changed as he slapped the floor with his hands. The table jumped when Ville's back hit it on his way back out from under the table. He was quickly in her face, hovering over her in what Bam felt was an oppressive manner, yelling right back at her.
Before Bam knew what was happening, Ville was escorting her from the room, their still shouting voices fading in the distance. He turned his eyes to the table before him, realizing now for the first time that Ville's shot glass had been knocked to the floor where it had shattered. There didn't seem to be any blood on the floor, so Bam tried to convince himself that Ville had not injured himself in his rush to get out from under the table.
A sense of overwhelming despair settled in over him, making Bam hop to his feet and hurry from the room. He wasn't sure what just happened or what was happening in whatever room the not so happy couple had gone too, but he felt like it wasn't meant for him to see. Normally, this would have sparked a desire in him to learn more, but for some reason he didn't want to know or see. He felt bad for not following through in the simple request he had been given, which bothered him even more because he couldn't figure out why it bothered him so much.
Shortly after Bam's departure, Ville came back into the room, cross and grumbling about Suzie who he had once again broke up with. His feet slowed as he crossed the floor to the table. He sighed again as he looked down at the table, gently moving the table cloth. The pieces had been moved slightly from the table shaking. Using his index finger he moved the pieces back where they were. His hand then drifted over to the piece he was planning on moving. He pressed his finger against it until it toppled under the pressure.
From the corner of his eyes he could see the single shot glass that remained on the table. He touched it gently, wondering if he would see Bam again.
Author: myforgottenpain
Rating: R
Pairing: Vam... with a few surprises...hehehe
Summary: I just can't help myself with these "how they got together" based stories...
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything connected to HIM, Ville Valo, or Bam Margera. Nor do I imply that in reality they are anything but friends. I, however, could not pass up a great idea for a fan fiction!
Warnings: I'm bringing the heat! And a very dominate Willa... Also...I warped the time line a bit.
Authors Notes: Adjudication: The process of a strong chess player deciding on the outcome of an unfinished game.
I bring forth unto you, my readers, a new story! It's a mini story, only going to be about 12 chappies long.
***Hei= Finnish for hello
The halls were crowded as he pushed his way down them. His mind raced with excitement, which was how he liked to spend most of his days. He hated boredom as much as he hated doing anything that he couldn't be put under the broad category of fun. It was fun to blame the TV or to much rock and roll, but the truth behind it was much deeper than that.
Bam followed the security guard, unafraid of any social indisgressions that he might commit. He had been in the spotlight for far to long, exposing too much of himself to care at this point, what any one thought about him.
That did not take away the surge of excitement that was causing him to twirl the cord to his backstage pass around his fingers. The door open and he stepped into a setting that could have been like the many other backstage rooms he had been in before. The exception to this one was that the keyboardist and the guitarist were hunched over a chessboard.
Linde and Burton were both gazing at the board intently, smoke drifting from their forgotten cigarettes in the single lopsided ashtray between them. If Bam had known them better, he would have understood the complexity of what was happening before him.
Burton raised his hand slowly, causing Linde to suddenly lean forward and for the first time that Bam saw, look at his band mate. With a single shake of his head Burton retracted his hand and continued looking at the pieces.
Linde's lips puckered for a moment as if something bitter had just entered his mouth. He flopped back into his seat and snatched the neglected cigarette from its resting place. He inhaled deeply, finishing it off before smashing it into the ashtray. As he twisted and pushed the butt against the bottom of the tray, Burtons hand shot out.
With a quick flick of his wrist, Burton moved his piece and slapped the timer that was on the other side of the board from the ashtray. He leaned back into his own chair slowly, his head tipped to the side just a little as he gazed at Linde.
Linde did not look at Burton, but remained focused on the piece his friend had moved. Slowly he let go of the cigarette butt and brought his hand over the board. There it hovered like a crane waiting for a quarter so someone could attempt to grab a prize.
The silence in the room was heavy enough, but it seemed worse when Burton suddenly whispered something in Finnish. It caused Linde to look at him through the tops of his eyes.
Burton only continued looking at the board, waiting for his friend to move a piece. When Linde's hand started to lower, with the perceived intent of grabbing his knight, Burton coughed. Linde again looked at Burton who seemed to not notice anything. Wiggling his fingers, Linde moved his hand slowly to the bishop that was resting next to his knight. This time Burton muttered something as he pulled a cigarette from the crumpled pack next to him.
Bringing his hand down hard on the table, Linde spoke in a loud, irritated tone, indicating to the board and Burton.
Calmly, Burton handed Linde a fresh cigarette, which Linde grabbed, but only after glaring at it for a few seconds. After taking a quick drag from it, he snatched a piece from the board, moved it, smacked the timer and leaned back in his seat.
Burton chuckled as he lit himself a new cigarette, his old one having gone out a long time ago. He took short drags from it now and then, flicking his ashes into the tray as he plotted his next move.
It was now that they realized they were being watched, indicating for Bam to come over as they stood to make proper introductions. In a rare moment of curtsy on Bam's not so illustrious part, he told them he didn't care if they finished their game and was soon sitting next to them; pretending to watch and understand what was happening.
Burton offered to explain it to Bam, but Bam said it was alright and continued the conversation about his newly discovered love of their music. It wasn't too much longer after that, that he was introduced to Gas who had just returned with their dinner. Which looked completely unappealing to Bam in every sense of the word. But Gas' return allowed him to have someone else to talk to, which left Linde free to concentrate on the game and not the conversation.
***
Mige and Ville were walking down the hall back to the dressing room, joking about how Ville had jumped onto his back in the middle of a song and how Mige had returned the surprise with one of his own, by carrying their lanky lead singer around on his shoulders. The conversation ended for Ville when they reached the doorway and he saw Bam sitting next to the rest of their band. "Who is that?" He asked softly.
"Bam." Gas answered, having left the others when he saw Ville and Mige. "He's from America... and loves our music." Gas added with a small sense of pride and wonderment that their music had reached across the seas.
The corner of his mouth turned up in the smallest of grins. "What kind of name is Bam?"
Mige raised an eyebrow and then quickly put in, "Behave yourself..." He indicated to Ville, giving him a knowing look as he followed Gas out the door.
Ville rolled his eyes as he held his hands up in a sign of innocence, moving into the room and over to his two remaining friends. Standing just slightly behind Bam, he said, "Hei."
Bam jumped and turned, looking up he became instantly fixated on a pair of luscious green eyes. Stumbling to his feet quickly he smiled at the other man. "What did you say?"
"Hei." Ville repeated before he indicated to Bam and the chessboard and quickly asked him a question in Finnish.
Bam watched as the taller man tipped his head to the side and gazed at him. "Do.... I play... chess?" He questioned, indicating to himself and the board. "No... no... I don't."
"I'll teach you." Ville suddenly announced in English.
Bam was taken aback but he wasn't sure by what more, the sudden use of English from the lead singer (even though he knew he could sing in it) or the statement that had been said. "You don't have too..."
"I insist." Ville stated, heading over to one of the tables that was bare aside from a table cloth.
Bam followed him over to the table, surprised again when the Finn pulled out another chess board. "How many of those things do you have?"
"Three." Ville started as he sat the board on the table and sat down. "There are six of us who play, counting Seppo."
"Do you play a lot?"
Ville shrugged, "Sometimes... Burton needs a break once in a while from beating Linde."
"It's nice to have a challenge now and then." Burton commented right on time, causing Bam to chuckle.
Bam looked back at the other players in time to see Linde flip Burton off. He chuckled more as he turned back to the board in front of him.
"I'll let you be black." Ville said as he pushed the pieces over to Bam.
"Is that a good thing?" Bam asked as he picked up the pieces.
Ville nodded, "You get to go first." He said as he picked up some of the pieces. "These are your pawns. You can only move them forward, one space at a time."
"They suck." Bam commented, watching Ville as he set up his puns and quickly coping it.
"Maybe so... but sometimes they come in handy. This is your bishop." Ville said, holding up the next piece. "You only have two of them and they can go as many spaces as you want..."
"Sweet." Bam interjected with a smile.
"... but only on a clear dialogue path." Ville finished.
"Aww..." Bam frowned as he set up his bishops, leaning down so he could make sure they were in line with Ville's.
"This is your knight."
"It's a horsey." Bam said, chuckling as he made it gallop around the board.
Ville chuckled and gave him a moment before he continued. "Your knight can only move three spaces in one direction, followed by a forth move at an angle." Ville explained, showing him on the board.
"So it makes a little 'L' shape?" Bam asked.
Ville thought for a moment and then nodded, "That's one way to look at it." He could think of a dozen or so occasions when he would have stopped someone doing that to his chess pieces(in reference to the way Bam played with the knight). Yet somehow, watching Bam play with them only made him want to smile.
"Ohhh man...." Bam groaned, slumping in his chair. "This game has way too many rules in it."
Ville chuckled, "A good drink always helps...."
Bam perked up, "What do you have?"
Ville got up and looked in the mini fridge, "Vodka and beer it looks like."
"Beer me." Bam requested.
Ville chuckled and grabbed some beer from the fridge, carrying it over to their table. "Here you go."
"Thanks...." Bam cracked it open and took a long drink from it. "Mm...not to bad. Not as good as the beer back home."
"Frequent patron of the bar scene I take it?" Ville asked, sipping on his own beer.
Bam nodded and then looked like he wasn't convinced he had answered correctly. "When I can sneak in anyways."
"Sneak in?" Ville asked, generally surprised that Bam couldn't just go in.
"I'm not 21 yet... next year I'll be old enough." Bam said, takng another drink, "It's too bad we couldn't make this into a drinking game."
"Who says we couldn't?" Ville asked, taking a sip from his beer. "A drink every time you loose a piece."
"Oh man that's not even fair...I would be drunk in like... five seconds."
"Whats wrong with that? Afraid I'll take advantage of you?" Ville asked his eyes taking on a mischievous tone.
Bam smiled sheepishly. "If you're anything like my friends... you would strip me naked and leave me outside on a park bench."
Ville chuckled as he moved one of his pieces. "I could think of much better things to do than leave you on a park bench." He tapped his finger against the table and indicated to Bam. "It's your turn."
Bam sighed and looked at the pieces, after hesitating and changing his mind over what piece he wanted to move, Bam took his turn.
"Drink." Ville stated as he moved one of his pieces and swiftly knocked the one Bam had just moved out of the game. He caught Mige's attention as he went by and asked him for something in Finnish. Mige brought back two shot glasses and pulled the vodka from the mini fridge. Ville poured Bam a drink and passed it over to him.
"You're not going to even take it easy on me are you?" Bam asked, knocking back the shot.
"Nope." Ville said, "Your turn and you have fifteen pieces left."
"Oh man... fifteen potentional shots." Bam said as he sat upn and leaned forward.
"You better concentrate... loose your queen and you have to take three shots." Ville teased.
"Hey... now... I don't care how talented you are... no making up new rules."
"Protect your queen and it won't be a problem." Ville challenged.
Bam picked up one of the pieces and waved it at Ville. "Oh I'll protect my queen... just you wait and see how protected she'll be."
"That's your king." Ville pointed out.
Bam looked at the piece in his hand. "I thought I was supposed to protect the king?"
"That is the main objective of the game."
"Then why do I have to take three shots for loosing my queen?" Bam asked.
"Mostly to fuck with you." Ville said as he poured another shot and handed it to Bam. "Drink for being gullible."
"Oh yeah fucker..." Bam said as he snatched the bottle from Ville. "Take a drink for being an ass." Bam challenged, pushing the shot over to Ville.
Linde and Burton stopped their game and turned and looked to Ville who was tapping his finger against the side of the shot glass. His dark green eyes turned up and looked to Bam.
Bam met his glance with an equally interested and excited sort of energy.
Carefully, Ville wrapped his fingers around the glass and picked it up to hold out to Bam in the silent proposal for a toast; which Bam returned, clicking their glasses together.
Bam couldn't explain it, but there was something about the way that Ville looked at him, that made strange feelings stir inside of him. He opened his mouth to say something when Ville suddenly looked alarmed. "Is something wrong...?"
"Hide me." Ville said suddenly, ducking under the table.
"What?" Bam asked.
"Just don't tell her I'm here." Ville whispered.
Bam looked up just in time for the door to open and a tall, slender, woman walked in. She might have been beautiful, if not for the sneer on her face. Something about it made Bam nervous and it was only worse when he felt Ville lean against his legs.
The woman stopped next to Bam, asking him something in Finnish, which he didn't understand. Even if he could understand what her voice was hissing at him, he couldn't concentrate on it, as his mind imagined how Ville's body might be pressed against him.
"Where is he?" She suddenly yelled in English, slapping the table, making Bam jump.
"Umm...ho...ho...who?" He stammered, trying to move to look at her, but he was successfully pinned in place. He could feel his cheeks warm as he felt a weight being placed on his lap.
"My boyfriend Ville... Ville Valo.... the singer?" She asked in an annoyed manner, as if talking to Bam was demeaning.
"No...no I have no idea where he went." Bam said in what he believed was a convincing manner.
She shook her head, grumbling in Finnish for a moment before she looked at the table again. She reached out and touched the bottle of vodka, rocking it back and forth. Her eyes moved to Bam and she suddenly didn't look as intimidating as before, or at least, she was trying to make it appear that way. "Are you sure you have no idea where he is?" She asked softly.
Bam nodded quickly, unaware of the fact that Ville's upper body was resting against his legs. Crossing his arms, Ville had let them rest on Bam's lap, his head soon resting on them, as he gazed at Bam from under the table cloth. "I've never had the pleasure of meet...." He trailed off when her pretty features twisted again.
With a firm yank she pulled the cloth up and tossed it over the table. She glared angrily at Ville who only sighed in a disappointed manner. She yelled at him, indicating to him as she spat something in Finnish that just sounded nasty.
Ville's own features changed as he slapped the floor with his hands. The table jumped when Ville's back hit it on his way back out from under the table. He was quickly in her face, hovering over her in what Bam felt was an oppressive manner, yelling right back at her.
Before Bam knew what was happening, Ville was escorting her from the room, their still shouting voices fading in the distance. He turned his eyes to the table before him, realizing now for the first time that Ville's shot glass had been knocked to the floor where it had shattered. There didn't seem to be any blood on the floor, so Bam tried to convince himself that Ville had not injured himself in his rush to get out from under the table.
A sense of overwhelming despair settled in over him, making Bam hop to his feet and hurry from the room. He wasn't sure what just happened or what was happening in whatever room the not so happy couple had gone too, but he felt like it wasn't meant for him to see. Normally, this would have sparked a desire in him to learn more, but for some reason he didn't want to know or see. He felt bad for not following through in the simple request he had been given, which bothered him even more because he couldn't figure out why it bothered him so much.
Shortly after Bam's departure, Ville came back into the room, cross and grumbling about Suzie who he had once again broke up with. His feet slowed as he crossed the floor to the table. He sighed again as he looked down at the table, gently moving the table cloth. The pieces had been moved slightly from the table shaking. Using his index finger he moved the pieces back where they were. His hand then drifted over to the piece he was planning on moving. He pressed his finger against it until it toppled under the pressure.
From the corner of his eyes he could see the single shot glass that remained on the table. He touched it gently, wondering if he would see Bam again.