Reed and Cadence—human forms
The pair sitting at the bar were unusual ones to be sure…or perhaps they fit right in with the mostly biker crowd there. While the young man leaned against said bar casually, taking in the few biker babes that were hanging around, it was the woman at his side that was causing all the noise.
“What do you mean we’re not what you’re looking for?” She growled, jabbing a flyer reading “band wanted” into the bartender’s chest with a finger. “We’re raw and reckless; we’re everything you want!”
The bartender scoffed and removed the flyer from his person before leaning closer to the woman. She would have been pretty had it not been for the fact she was looking like a rabid bear ready to tear the man’s face off. Tall, lean, black and teal hair pulled back into a sloppy bun held in place by her drumsticks. Her black tank top and matching jeans and heavy boots only seemed to add to the aura of her mood. “Sorry, not looking for a duo. You lot look too close to pop and not close enough to metal for our patrons. Now get before y’all get yourselves hurt.”
Slamming her hand against the bar Cadence turned and nearly plucked Reed from his seat by the ear. The man was slightly younger than her and in much better spirits…or had been. His handsome face contorted into one of displeasure as he glared at the woman leading him away. His blonde hair was streaked with black and teal to match hers, and he was equally funeral-ready in color.
“Hey, lay off, I didn’t do jack!” Reed huffed at his pushier bandmate as he pried his ear free from her grasp. Well, seemed this place was a bust. Shame, since he was pretty sure that biker chick in the corner had been making eyes at him.
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