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"I've met enough."

Sven could see the guy obviously had issues with certain people in the glam scene. Maybe they fucked off his band? Who knew. The Swede watched the boy pick at his fruit and just wanted to grab his face and kiss him but that probably would earn him a slap.

"Ok, you don't want a kiss right now? That's fine with me."

The singer got himself another drink and then sat back down next to Davy. Sven didn't think he was acting any different than usual.

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Davy glanced at Sven when he walked way and sighed both with relief and a bit of disappointment. Though he didn't know why he felt disappointment those feelings rushed back when the singer reappeared and sat down beside him.

He glanced at the blonde beside him and the bitch came raging back. "Really into me if you can't even buy me a drink." Davy huffed and stood up. "Don't think I didn't notice my bassist gave you this one."

And with that he spun on his heels with his empty glass and headed for the bar to get himself a drink.

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"You never said you wanted one, pretty lips. Has anyone ever told you you've got pouty cute tart lips?"

Sven just winked at Davy because he could see that all this he was giving was partially a front for his emotions. The tart shield was still up and that bitchy mouth was lashing at the singer.

"Maybe he did. So what? He knows you're cute enough to like fruity frilly drinks. They taste nice and sweet. Maybe you're like that underneath the shield you're putting up right now."

The Swede watched Davy get up to get a drink and sighed. Fuck, he was hard work but it would be worth it.

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"You never asked." Davy just scoffed at the compliment. Inside he loved them but he's too defensive to let that show.

"Find someone else to try and fuck. I'm not interested." Davy's on the verge of being mad but not necessarily at Sven, just in general. He doesn't plan to come back to that table either. He can watch the others just fine from the bar.

He's waiting for the drink when he gets his ass grabbed. He turns around ready to face Sven and finds someone else. It's instantaneous how fast the bar turns to yelling. Davy screaming at the guy calling him a bastard before punching him full on in the mouth. The guy stumbling back and calling Davy a bitch. It clears a section of the bar because the guitarist wasn't in the mood for this at all.

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Sven was about to laugh at Davy's words when he noticed the boy waiting for his drink at the bar and then came the asshole pinching the guitarist's ass. Fuck. The Swede rose from his seat and marched over to the guy responsible. Davy had already punched him in the face and rightly so.

"Fuck! Can't a guy wait for a drink in peace, you jävla rövhål!"

The singer cursing at the man in Swedish before lifting him up by his collar and punching him in the face once more, lifting him over the nearest table, throwing him. Sven wasn't in the mood for assholes and seeing one prey on young Davy was the Swede's breaking point. He'd seen too much of this targeted at his younger brother.

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Not only did Davy yelling get the attention of the rest of his band they were all wide-eyed, including Davy, when they watched Sven go off and the two men yelling and fighting. Davy knew they were about to get thrown out of the club too which might mean one less place to play but he hadn't meant to hit the guy. He didn't know what to do now and just turned back to get his drink. He wanted to completely ignore what happened. He didn't usually want to get drunk but maybe he should tonight.

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Sven's first reaction was to make sure Davy was alright because being harassed by an asshole in a club was total bullshit. Not only that but it angered Sven---was it jealousy? Perhaps.

"Are you ok, sweetie? That fucking bastard landed on his ass."

If they got thrown out then so be it. Sven wasn't about to let Davy get picked on and made a fool.

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"I'm fine." He snapped as he downed a shot. "I can take care of myself."

Davy's full on mad now but it isn't Sven he's angry at right now. The closed posture and the way he has pushed himself between a bar chare and the bar to protect his back is clear enough to signal that he's more upset than he's letting on. Now he feels compelled to give Sven a chance though, even if he doesn't want to, not really.

"You still owe me a fucking drink." Davy wants to get drunk and then head home. Thankfully the gear was already packed in his vehicle. He could just drive home and ditch this place.

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Sven can understand if Davy was defensive now because of what happened to him. It was enough to make anyone angry and upset because of some asshole pinching your ass. The Swede would give the guitarist breathing room because he needed it.

"Yeah, I do. You fucking deserve one after that piece of trash harassed you."

The singer ordered Davy a fruity frilly drink similar to the one he had before passing it to him.

"Here you go."

How was the guy feeling? Sven hoped he didn't just bail out of the club after his drink because he wanted to keep seeing Davy.

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"They all think I'm some girl." Davy just shook his head and stared down at the empty shot glass. He's a little shaken but not wanting to show it.

He glances and Sven and scowls at first. "Thanks."

He should at least thank him for the drink. The desire to bail is there for sure. He's downing this drink faster and quieter than he was at the table. He can't help it.

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"The same happened to my bassist, Fredrik; the one who's dating Mikkel. Some fucking piece of trash thought he was a girl and tried to grope him. I got so mad I smashed a chair over his head and got permanently banned from that club."

Sven shrugged. That was a few years ago now but still. There were always more assholes around.

"You're welcome. Nice punch by the way. That was definitely a punch by a strong, cute boy."

The Swede could tell Davy was visibly shaken by the cockhead who pinched him. Poor guy.

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Davy glanced back at the others. At least Mikkel and Fredrik being there calmed his nerves a little. He knew the Dane, at least, knew how to handle people. He had to as a dancer. "Sydney's been dragged off the stage by guys."

And one could easily use their imagination to figure out what happened. Davy still had a scar from it.

"They should be glad I don't carry a knife." Davy growled those words. He was not above stabbing people when pushed. He knew not to carry anything though because of his temper. Even though he had the drink Sven had bought he got another shot. Davy wanted to go home. "I need to go unload the gear."

That was his way of saying he was leaving after this drink.

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Sven just shook his head hearing about poor Syn being dragged off the stage by guys. If Ivar heard that it would make the drummer angry. The fights that happened on and off the stage Sven only knew too well himself.

"You don't need to worry about cockheads attacking you or your band members now. Me and my friends will help protect you. Of course I know you can hold your own being a strong, cute boy."

The whole knife thing was another story and Sven knew about Rekker's rage. That was a whole other thing. Also Vars---he was the one with the knives. Davy didn't need to hear about that right now.

"Unloading gear? Need a hand, sweetie?"

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"We don't need you to protect us." The way the guitarist snapped suggested that was a sore spot in his ego.

"No." Davy downed the drink and pushed the stool away. "But I know you're too fucking arrogant to listen to that."

Davy headed toward the back and expected the singer to follow him right out to the SUV in the alley out back.

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"I know you don't. Just saying we're around to help fight off assholes. We all have to deal with them in this business."

Was Sven just going to watch the boy walk away? No fucking way. The tarty attitude was just part of who Davy was and it wasn't about to cause Sven to turn his back. He was too into the boy now.

"Yeah, you're right. I'm an arrogant bastard."

Downing his own drink, Sven just shot Davy a look as he got up and followed the guitarist out to the SUV.

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He got into the car without a word but did unlock the door so Sven could get in.

"I suppose you're going to want my couch for the night too?" The tarty is there but Davy figures Sam is going to head off with Syn and the others for the night. He wasn't used to hanging around alone. One of the young band members were always there.

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Sven followed without saying anything because he was trying to judge where Davy was going with this and how he felt about having the Swede for company.

"I wouldn't mind if you're offering."

The Swede was thinking bed but that was being too forward and it was up to Davy if he wanted to let the singer in. Pushing a hand through his bleach blond hair, Sven offered the guitarist a smile.

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Davy scoffed at his response and started the car. He's trying to keep from feeling anything and hopes Joey hasn't drank all the booze in his apartment.

"You're a stupid fucking blonde aren't you?" Davy was still sassing the singer but the tone isn't as angry as it had been. His instinct is to just shove Sven out of the car in the side of the road but he refrains for now. At least this guy kept his hands to himself.

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"Not so much stupid fucking blond but persistent bitch."

Sven flashed a smile at the guitarist and wasn't going to be beaten. He liked the boy and wasn't going to take no for an answer at all tonight. Fuck no. The Swede was going to try and behave himself whilst Davy drove for reasons.

"I've been called many things in my life but not from a cute, pouty bitch-lipped boy like you."

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Davy rolled his eyes and kept driving. He had enough but as soon as the word bitch came out of Sven's mouth he smacked him in the face. It's not that hard but certainly hard enough to sting and pink his cheeks.

"I warned you." He glanced at Sven and frowned. "Next time bitch comes out I'm bloodying your mouth."

It's harsh but almost playful despite the guitarist being absolutely serious.

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Sven let out a small yelp at the smack but it had been coming all evening because the blond had been teasing Davy calling him a bitch. Ok, so it didn't hurt but more it caught the Swede off guard. He was rubbing his cheek slightly.

"Ok, so I deserved that one. Can I call you a cute tart then?"

He didn't want to earn more slaps, more just be playful with the boy.

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"I do have a name." Davy was focused on driving but they didn't have far to go since he lived in South LA. He might well earn more of them over time. There was a reason Princess was thrown around. He had grown accustomed to that because it came from friends and that was ok, though the list of people who could use it without also getting slapped was limited.

"HOw long are you in hte US?" Davy asked just because he was cuious.

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"Davy the cutie."

Sven just knew never to call Davy a bitch again unless he wanted a bruised jaw. The guitarist was such a tarty brat and the Swede couldn't help but love him for it. Looking out the window as they drove, Sven turned to Davy.

"We're not sure yet. The tour is taking a time out at the moment."

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The name got a tarty grumble from the guitarist but he would endure that name if had to.

It wasn't too long before Davy was pulling up in front of a row of buildings that all looked similar. Each had a first floor and second floor apartment. Davy had a second floor apartment which sucked for carrying gear.

"I was just wondering how long I was going to have to put up with you following me around." There was almost humor in his voice but not quite as he got out of the car. They had all the gear. The guitars, bass, drum kit, mics and even a couple amps all crammed into the back. With the humidity and heat in LA leaving them outside for a week wasn't good. Never mind someone might steal it.

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The grumble was cute and Sven kept thoughts to himself as he got out of the car with Davy. The singer knew all about lugging kit around because he'd done it for years now with his own band.

"Well, sorry, sweetie but I think you're hot. I can help lug shit up if you want, I'm used to it."

Sven wasn't budging. He wanted to spend time with Davy and get to know the tarty guitarist.