[KNOX] wheels still turning

[angel monroe carson]

Angel scratched at his chest where his shirt stopped short and his half jacket was open, playing with the necklace looped around his neck. He took another sip of his soda, waiting patiently for the lead singer of the band he hoped to permanently work with, now that they were going on tour.

Legs crossed, a heeled shoe tapped the air slowly and he popped a fry into his mouth, reaching up to push dyed blonde hair from his face, fixing his eyeliner in the reflection of his phone.
"Hi, I'm Angel Carson, your new hair and makeup artist, and it's a pleasure to meet you," He recited softly under his breath, then took another sip of his soda, desperately hoping he wouldn't get what he did from the last band, struck in the groin and laughed at.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox almost despised meeting new people, even if it was the people he was going to be sharing a bus with. It didn't really matter to him if he met them before they got on the bus, as far as he was concerned. He'd have time to get to know them when they got on the bus. He walked into the restruant, his hands in his pockets. He honestly felt like turning around and walking back out, but he walked up to the counter anyways and ordered a malt, reaching up to fix his spiked hair.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel glanced up as the door opened and closed, and his recited words turned to dust. 'Fuck..'
Why did the guy have to be so hot?
He swallowed back nerves, and waved him over.
"Hi, uhm..Knoxville, right? I'm Angel."
So much for graceful speaking..

[knoxville script holt]

Knox held up a finger to him, not making it any point to be any less rude than he normally was despite just meeting the guy. He took his malt from the boy behind the counter, and sat down across from the kid. Part of him didn't know if this was a guy or a girl, and another part of him found it kind of hot. But then again, Knoxville always had a thing for not normal.

"Nice to meet you." He said in his most normal I-don't-hate-you-I-swear voice. He took a sip out of his malt, looking the guy over before his eyes fell on his face.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel smiled with the faintest tilt of his head. "You, too." He didn't know why they had to meet for linch, but the guy who had hooked him up with the job insisted.
'It makes a better impression.'
He was pretty sure this guy didn't care about first impressions. He took another sip of his soda, and laughed sheepishly. "I'm sorry, I really don't know why we needed to meet before tour." He offered a wry grin.

[knoxville script holt]

Knox shrugged. "Me either. Probably so you can know more comes out of my mouth than moans, profanity, and taunting." He said flatly. And it was honest. Those were the three things that came most out of his mouth, although it was less of the former considering not as many people as he thought wanted to hook up with him. "All I know is first things first. And that would be that no one besides the people on my bus know who my sisters are. And when you meet them, you'd better make damn sure you keep who they are a secret or you'll be the strange smell in the back of the bus."

[angel monroe carson]

Angel rose a trimmed brow, a flirty smirk passing his lips. "I have no reason to spill it, so why would I?" He tapped his fingers on the table, chewing on his straw quietly, just studying Knoxville. "I won't, don't worry," He reasurred seriously this time. "Anything else I should know so I'm not completely shocked?" Which was hard when you were usually the reason for shock.

[knoxville script holt]

"Well, Jordan's banging Kenneth, I'm queer as a three dollar bill, one of my sisters is practically a lesbian -if you can even tell the two apart- and never trust the leftovers in the fridge." He took another sip from his drink, looking the guy over again before he slowly brought his eyes up to his face, making it no point to hide he was liking when he saw. "So, are you packing heat? Because I'm thinking I'd like to get my fingers tangled in that hair of yours."

[angel monroe carson]

Angel smiled wryly, lips curling up in a teasing fashion, and he leaned forward, elbows on the table. "What do you think?" He breathed, eyes looking him over. Hair fell over his shoulder, fingertips dancing across the table and brushing his hand before he pulled them back, smirking. He tapped them on the table slowly, thoughtful.

[knoxville script holt]

"I think I'd like to find out how loud you scream." He retorted, raising an eyebrow in challenge. Knoxville didn't care who he did as long as he was getting laid and it was a biological guy. "We already know I got a set of lungs on me." He said, his hand running across the table to grab the guy by the wrist and slowly pull it closer, leaning up to meet him half-way. "But do you?"

[angel monroe carson]

Angel's eyebrows perked, his gaze somewhat hazy, seductive. He didn't bother remove his wrist from the grip, his other hand caressing his cheek slowly. From a side glance they were probably mistaken as man and woman but oh, if only they knew. Perhaps this band wouldn't be so bad after all.
"I'm rather sure I do, but I guess that's for you to find out." He smiled, leaning close, lips grazing Knox's ear as he whispered, "Isn't it?"

[knoxville script holt]

Knox couldn't help thinking if he was any good, he might have Knox coming back for more. He was certainly a creature of a habit, and someone willing to give him what he wanted on his bus? He could only dream. He let go of his hand to gently tip the boy's chin to him, their lips so close they could have almost kissed. "Then I expect you to be as good as I think you are." He breathed, then let go of his chin, slowly standing up.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel searched his face in challenge. "I bet you do," He drawled. He stood up to throw his cup away, moving with grace on the heels he wore, the tights and skimpy skirt cupping his figure as he walked, dropped it in the trash. He strode back to Knox and smirked, a finger catching his chin. "I look forward to being in charge of touching this pretty little face every day," He drawled.

[knoxville script holt]

"Mm?" He smirked, looking up at him. He gently took him by the wrist again, drawing his hand to his mouth. He slowly ran his tongue over the tip of one of his fingers, looking up at him in challenge. He let go of his wrist to draw him closer, his hands falling to rest on the backs of his thighs.

[angel monroe carson]

Angel watched him quietly, drawing in a breath at the touch on his thighs. The place was near dead. But even if it hadn't been, he wouldn't have cared. "I meant the hair and makeup, silly," He breathed in his ear, a hand pressed to his chest and playing with his shirt. His tongue brushed his jaw slowly, stopping short of his lips as he straightened up again, an eyebrow cocked.