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[fuckyouripper]

The dank pub that Diedre took him to was not, decidedly not, Ethan's style. Not at all. It had all the earmarks of another one of her forays into musicians; it might not have been his style, but it was the kind of place you could expect some piss-poor beginner band to end up playing gigs for fucking peanuts and Ethan was less than impressed

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[callmeripper]

That's exactly what Rupert's band wis -- piss-poor and beginner -- but for himself he's just fucking grateful to have some way of earning cash. Sure, there's plenty to be had back home, but back home is the last place in the world he intends to go.

And he's not half bad with the guitar, plus anyway punk isn't a style that requires delicate handling of the music. It requires enthusiasm and the ability to look sexy and dangerous at the same time. A skill Rupert learned early and fast, because it's bloody useful. And because maybe he is sexy and dangerous. It's a damn sight better than being his father.

He sees Deirdre in the crowd, remembers she said something about bringing friends next time he played, and he shoots her a grin that says he'd like to meet her in an alley later (which he would by the way) before the bass starts to throb and his attention is drawn into the passionate energy of the music.

[fuckyouripper]

Diedre blows him a kiss- from Ethan's lap, where they're sitting at the bar. Ethan is barely paying any attention to what's going on until the music starts; he's not interested, he's bored and out of place and he wants to leave.

Only...only Rupert isn't a skilled musician, not yet, but Ethan's eyes are drawn back to him again and again all the same. He can see so much potential - so much power - so much- he can see so much in him, and he gazes up at the makeshift stage with frank and open fascination. Rupert is a performer, a born performer, and Ethan can't decide whether he wants to cut him open to see how it works or just fuck him.

"I told you," Diedre says, smugly, without even looking. Ethan pinches her, hard.

[callmeripper]

It's an adequate enough set, though Rupert gives what's probably the best performance he ever has, and it's not only because he wants to impress Deirdre and her (odd but with the potential for being interesting) friend. Sometimes he can get lost in the music, and that's when it's best, when he can just let go of himself and feel it inside of him.

Magic is best that way too, but magic pays less than music and Rupert still maintains some of that old hesitance, some of the fear his father and the other Watchers called 'respect'.

He earns himself a slap on the back from the lead singer when they're finished, and Rupert grins so hard it hurts, and wishes the high could last for days.

[fuckyouripper]

"Let's go say hullo," Diedre says, and this time Ethan doesn't need persuading to sling his arm around her waist and follow her to where the band is packing up their shit; it's not the sort of music he makes, and it's not even the sort he usually seeks out, but just privately he's willing to admit that this time, she was right.

Privately, you understand. It wouldn't do to let her know.

"You must be Rupert Bear," he drawls, immediately pushing his luck.