kieran / LIQUID CONFIDENCE

[ZELDA EVANS]

all the commotion, the kiddie like play

it was ridiculous how much fuss was being made over a fricken lighter. then again, zelda shouldn't have expected kieran to just hand it over and be done. that wasn't how he worked. no, he had to make sure zelda's morning revolved around him. it was so typical of him, that it made zelda more angry than she should have been. the entire journey from her hotel to the venue was spent firing off texts to that asshole, her mood darkening as she got closer to her destination. she wasn't really looking forward to confronting the guitarist and was hoping anyone other than kieran were currently in the bus belonging to a tasteful death, so she could get in, look for her lighter and get on with her day. but knowing zelda's luck, he'd be there making her searching as difficult as possible.

she ran a hand through her hair in frustration as she entered the car park, the pass around her neck letting her through without any hassles. her cameraman would meet her on the venue grounds at some point later that day, but that all depended on how long finding her lighter took. at this point in time, zelda wasn't even sure that she would walk away from the bus without it. but she wasn't going to just leave it. not only was she sure it'd give kieran some kind of satisfaction, there was also the fact it had been a gift from a close friend. jesus christ, all zelda wanted was a fucking cigarette.

when zelda finally arrived outside the bus, she was surprised to find it empty. not even any of the band's crew were hanging around. since it was still fairly early, by musician's standards, anyway, zelda was shocked. it didn't take her long to get over it, however. after trying the door and finding it was locked, she circled the bus looking for any way to get in. none of the windows had been left open, and when she ended up in front of the door again, she stopped, putting her hands on her hips. there wasn't much she could do now, unfortunately. it was tempting to grab a bobby pin from her bag and try to unlock the door, but if she was caught in the act, her media pass would be revoked and she'd be heading home to la. the thought of kieran laughing about that was enough to make zelda angry all over again. instead of leaving, she leaned against the bus, her arms crossed over her chest impatiently. she'd told kieran repeatedly that she was heading to his bus, and there was little doubt in zelda's mind that he'd show up eventually. all that was left to do was wait.

460. asshat. excited, man~

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Returning to his bus probably wasn't the greatest idea Kieran Braxton had ever had. He knew exactly what would be waiting for him, she'd warned him that even despite his lack of co-operation she'd be paying a visit in the hopes of finding someone a little less stubborn to help her find her lighter. While he could fully understand wanting a cigarette, he couldn't grasp why she just didn't save herself the trouble and buy another lighter. It was just a lighter, after all. She'd mentioned that it was a gift from a friend, but even then it was still replaceable.<div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

He almost let out a laugh at the thought of Zelda having a friend. How could anyone possibly find her to be tolerable? Almost everything about her made Kieran want to pull his hair out or something. She drove him absolutely mad. And yet he still didn't want to leave. While she was utterly infuriating and he often joked that she was the one who kept crawling back, the truth of the matter was it was really him that kept coming back for more. Maybe it was because she was more entertaining than his hand, or most likely cleaner than the groupies that usually lingered after shows. Maybe it was because she gave him a run for his money, or perhaps it was how utterly amusing it was when she finally lost it. Whatever it was, there was something about Zelda, and it kept him coming back every single fucking time.<div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

The tour buses suddenly came into view, and Kieran began scanning for any sign of the blonde. At first he couldn't see her, and truthfully he was a little disappointed. He was almost sure she'd be waiting, ready to get her lighter and then get the hell out of there. There was always the possibility that she'd broken into the bus, but Kieran was almost confident she had more sense than that. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

As he drew closer to his bus, however, he was finally able to see her, and he couldn't help but smirk. Kieran loved it when he was right about something or someone. She's probably been waiting a while. The idea of being co-operative briefly crossed his mind, but he dismissed it with an almost unnoticeable shake of his head. He had nothing planned for the day, he could more than afford to drag this out just a little longer.<div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

"Do you ever listen?" Kieran asked, his tone nonchalant. He didn't need a response, it was evident that she didn't. Or it was evident that she didn't listen to him at least. "I said no one would be on the bus."

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[ZELDA EVANS]

all the commotion, the kiddie like play

Zelda's relationship with Kieran Braxton was complicated, to say the least. The blonde just couldn't wrap her head around the fact she let the musician get to her. The fact he had even got under her skin to begin with was surprising enough as it was, without his talent for getting her angry by merely being in the same room as her. Zelda prided herself on remaining mostly neutral to everyone around her, tossing in a few snippy comments here and there when she felt the need to. Unfortunately for her, she couldn't remain so impassive in Kieran's presence. Sure, she was still her snarky self whenever she interacted with him, but it was more out of pure frustration than anything else. He was so infuriating, yet Zelda couldn't help but be drawn to him sometimes. She liked to think that it was because she could tell just how much she irritated him, but at other times.. well, Zelda didn't like to dwell on that.

She must have been waiting for a good ten or fifteen minutes before she finally caught sight of the guitarist sauntering towards her. Zelda couldn't help her lips curve upwards into something of a smirk. Even though he'd repeatedly told her that no one would be in his bus, she'd known that with the amount of times she'd informed him that was where she was going he'd turn up sooner or later. And of course, Kieran being Kieran, it was later. Feigning interest in a couple of roadies working on moving things nearby, Zelda turned her head towards them, pretending she hadn't even noticed Kieran approaching her. She doubted he'd even notice, or care, considering the fact that he'd know as soon as he spoke to her, Zelda's attention would be all his. Even so, it was all part of the game. A stupid and never ending game, but despite herself, there were a few occasions Zelda enjoyed it. Not that she'd ever admit to it, however. And seeing Kieran angry was always worth the effort.

Her head turned towards him slowly when he was close enough for her to hear his footsteps, her eyes narrowing behind her sunglasses. they only narrowed more when he spoke, but considering they were hidden behind dark shades, zelda assumed kieran may not see just how poisonous her glaring was.

"well you're here now, aren't you?" zelda's tone was bored as she arched an eyebrow, fixing her gaze on kieran. truth be told, she wanted to get this search through his bus over and done with. even their bickering over text had zelda exhausted, but it wouldn't be like Kieran to be helpful in the slightest. Sighing inwardly, Zelda uncrossed her arms to gesture vaguely towards the bus door. "so are you going to open it anytime soon?" it was probably a bad idea to remention the fact she had better things to do, but it slipped out before she thought to catch herself.

495. asshat. unceunceunce

[KIERAN BRAXTON]

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Having the upper hand in an argument was something Kieran always strived to do. He absolutely couldn't stand letting someone else win, even if it was only for a moment. He hated letting anyone else have control of anything. Thankfully, he was still in control. For the moment, at least. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

If he wanted this to be quick and painless, he could make it quick and painless by letting Zelda onto the bus. If he wanted to drag this out and try to get under her skin, he could do that too. Of course then Kieran was running the risk of getting kicked in the balls or something like that, but it was a gamble he was more willing to take. It'll be worth it in the end. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

"Good observation." There was a brief pause, "Would you like a gold star?" He rolled his eyes. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

"Probably not." If it had been anyone else, he would've been more co-operative. However, it was Zelda, and he would grab any opportunity to get under her skin with both hands. Even if it was purely for the entertainment value. "I've got nowhere to be today." <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

If he was honest, Kieran probably had somewhere he had to be. It wouldn't be the first time he'd forgotten about a signing or something of that nature, and it probably wouldn't be the last either. He had a habit of conveniently forgetting about such things and choosing to spend his time drinking instead. On occasion he did manage to show up, but while he appreciated the fans drinking was usually one of his main priorities. That had been how he'd been planning to spend his morning in fact. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

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Kieran's gaze flickered to the bus door. If he was quick, he could get in and lock the door before she had time to follow. A small grin began to spread across his features and he stored the idea away just in case. There was always the possibility of her breaking a window to get in, but he doubted she'd actually go that far. He hoped she wouldn't, it wouldn't be enjoyable explaining to the managers why the bus window was broken again. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

"Why are you even here? You know I'm not going to make this easy for you." He raised an eyebrow, actually genuinely interested in her answer this time. "I thought you had better things to do."

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[ZELDA EVANS]

all the commotion, the kiddie like play

"would you like a gold star?"

zelda couldn't help but roll her eyes. no, she didn't want a bloody gold star, and kieran knew it. she wanted her god damn lighter, but of course, that was going to be about as easy as pulling teeth. she should have expected him to delay opening the door, but that didn't mean the reality of it didn't piss zelda off even more.

she almost smirked at hearing that kieran had nothing to do that day, her snarky comments made over text proven to be true. the musicians on this tour had no idea just how lucky they were. all they had to do was turn up when they were due to perform and play their instruments. they didn't understand that for every location, or even every performance, everyone else worked their asses off. or what was worse was when the musicians knew other people had important things to be doing and just didn't care, or made it their sole purpose to be pains in the ass. which was probably why kieran was currently making zelda so angry.

at the sight of kieran grinning, zelda's eyebrows rose. for some reason, she didn't like the sight of that smile at all. it meant he was thinking something, and more than anything, zelda wanted to know what it was. that being said, she wasn't just going to ask. she knew exactly what type of response she was going to get. instead she answered him. "i do, but it's hard working without my morning cigarette." zelda answered simply with unusual honesty as she shrugged slightly. not to mention all the cigarettes she'd be smoking throughout the day. it was probably stupid to only have one lighter, but zelda didn't think she would ever leave it behind in some musician's bus. or if she did, it wouldn't have been so hard to get the bloody thing back. of course, whenever kieran was involved, things never went to zelda's plans.

she sighed, already tiring of this whole situation. "can we please just get this over and done with?" she asked, unable to stop herself from sounding like she was pleading with him. "and then you can go back to drinking, or whatever." as soon as she finished speaking, zelda wanted to take it back. in speaking so, she'd shown weakness, and if kieran knew anything at all about zelda, he'd jump on the opportunity to exploit it. quite simply, zelda wasn't making things any easier for herself.

418. asshat. this is shit. sorry bb :c

[KIERAN BRAXTON]

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Right. "You, working?" Kieran couldn't help but laugh, "Who the fuck are you kidding?" <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

Truth be told, he knew she worked harder than he had in a long time. All he really had to do these days was wake up in time for his set. And if he didn't wake up of his own accord, the managers would be onto him. He also had signings and interviews but he didn't care too much for either of the aforementioned. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

"You don't work, sweetheart. You go around and be a nosy little bitch." He scoffed, glancing at the bus door again. Nah, I'll wait. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

There was, of course, once a time where he had in fact worked. Not in a job scenario, but contrary to popular belief fame was not something handed to him on a silver platter. His last name would have you believe otherwise, given that not only his father but his uncle had been in rather popular bands back in the day, but Kieran had been absolutely determined to make it on his own. And he was one of those people that once he got an idea in his head he wouldn't let it go. He'd learned the guitar without lessons, which wasn't a particularly difficult feat, but most barely even knew he was the son of Atticus Braxton. And that was exactly the way Kieran wanted it to stay, he didn't particularly want to be associated with the same father that made an astounding amount of empty promises in his childhood, and left at the drop of a hat. Kieran understood he was touring, but his father was almost never around. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

He was dragged back to reality by the sound of a roadie dropping something. He looked over briefly, but it wasn't a member of A Tasteful Death's crew so quite frankly he didn't care. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

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Misery loves company, right? <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

"Nope." His response was punctuated with a simple shake of his head. Hadn't he just mentioned that he wasn't going to make it easy? Maybe she was deaf. Or just stupid. Both were entirely possible at this point. <div style="width: 1px; height: 15px;"></div>

Kieran's expression turned sour almost instantly. God damn it. "Why do you always assume I'm drinking?" She was right; he had been out at the local liquor store in fact. It wasn't even past midday, but to him it was never too early to get started on drinking and in addition to that there was no better hangover cure than simply drinking more. He'd returned empty handed because he'd managed to forget his wallet in his haste to get off the bus that morning, but he had every intention to go back after he was done with Zelda.

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[ZELDA EVANS]

all the commotion, the kiddie like play

zelda didn't think it would have been possible for her to narrow her eyes any more, but they must have been mere slits by the time kieran was laughing about zelda's work. of course she worked. being an interviewer was hard, although people seemed to believe otherwise. asking questions and looking pretty for the camera was only half of it. zelda didn't blame them. it wasn't until she had actually landed the job that she realized just how much work had to be done. researching band's histories, watching other interviews to take note of what questions particular people liked to dodge, trying to come up with creative questions that still managed to prompt people towards talking about something interesting.. it was tough work, but nobody but zelda seemed to realise that.

when kieran called her a nosy little bitch, zelda had to bite her tongue. more than anything she wanted to chew him out, shout at him and get in his face. but she wouldn't give him the satisfaction of causing her to make a scene in public. especially when she was very aware of the roadies moving things not too far away. instead, zelda crossed her arms, refusing to do anything but glare at him. no doubt it would go over his head, but at that moment, zelda didn't care. she was desperately wishing that looks could kill. the guitarist in front of her would be dead a million times over if it were true. and zelda's morning may not have been ruined.

she flicked her eyes towards the noise as she heard it, almost smirking. someone wouldn't be happy with those roadies. zelda knew equipment was expensive. but she turned back at kieran again, all amusing thoughts being pushed from her head. now even just looking at him made her furious. it was hopeless.

of course, she hadn't expected trying to plead with kieran to work, but zelda would have tried anything just to get this over and done with. she would have walked away, but giving up had never been an option for the blonde. and it didn't even count as a possible choice when it came to situations involving kieran. the problem was, both of them were so stubborn, they could have been standing outside that bus all day. but as long as zelda eventually got her lighter, it would be worth it.

zelda's lips slowly spread into a smirk as kieran's expression went sour. "because you are always drinking." zelda answered him, raising an eyebrow. she'd heard rumours of the amount the guitarist drank, but it wasn't until this tour that she realized just how true they were. she didn't spend a lot of time keeping tabs on kieran, but it wasn't hard to tune in to gossip around the place. zelda hated that she listened to it at all, especially when she claimed not to give two shits about what kieran did, but she just couldn't help herself. that and the fact that kieran's drinking kind of amused her in some sick way. "to be honest, i'm surprised you're not drinking right now." tilting her head to the side, zelda's smirk widened as she waited for a reaction. any reaction from kieran would have been good at that point. zelda just wanted to reassure herself that she could get under his skin as much as he could with her. perhaps that wouldn't make her feel quite so bad about how much she let him get to her.

she remained quiet for a moment, continuing to watch him until she uncrossed her arms and ran a hand through her hair. "you know i actually could wait around all day for you to unlock your bus, right?" disregarding her previous comments that she just simply had to get work done today, zelda knew one day of doing nothing wouldn't be so bad. especially because on every other day she worked her ass off. plus, the idea of following kieran all day sounded rather entertaining. she could make his day a living hell. of course, he'd probably get on her nerves, too, but it would be worth it just to see him lose it. "but i'm betting you couldn't handle waiting all day without being able to get to your drinks, right?" as she gestured to the bus she was standing in front of with her hand, zelda's expression turned rather malicious. from what she knew of bands, most of them kept a pretty decent stash of liquour on their buses at all times.

757. asshat. blehhhhhh~