expectations.

“Um,” Elliott pauses, hand outstretched for the Black Veil Brides tour bus handle, “you might want to..brace yourself. There’s no telling what you’re fixing to see.” Presley’s eyebrows raise questioningly, but Elliott flings open the door regardless.

Alan, Tino, Austin, CC, and Andy look up from their game of poker, startled. Tino is the first out of his seat.

“Elliott! Long time no see, man!” He hugs El before gesturing towards Presley.

“Who’s this?” She steps out from behind El’s over-shadowing frame, smiling.

“I’m Presley. I’m the guitarist and vocalist for Last To Leave.” Alan grins, commenting, “Sweet. We need some more girls on this tour.” The boys all nod, laughing as they scoot over to provide room for El and herself.

“So how’s your first Warped party been?” Alan asks a minute later as CC and Andy argue over whether or not CC had looked at his cards.

“Crazy,” she rolls her eyes before continuing, “I saw some of the Bring Me The Horizon guys playing a drinking game that had a deck of Uno cards, a Dance Dance Revolution mat, and a Twister spinner. No way I was getting into that.”

He laughs before taking a sip of his beer. “What you witnessed was a game of D.A.A.S. Drunk As A Skunk.” He explains at her confused face. “Once you play one or two rounds of that, you have either got to be completely hammered or have some of the best hand-eye coordination skills on the planet.”

“I’ll have to play that one day.”

“You?” He questions, astonished. “No offence, but you hardly look like you could hold a Smirnoff, much less the liquor they use to play that.”

She clutches a hand to her chest, playfully offended.

“Was that a challenge, Mr.Ashby?” He shrugs, amused.

“Tino, get our girl here some of your ‘Special Mix’.” Tino raises an eyebrow, eying the young girl who looked tiny enough to get drunk off her ass from an appletini, much less the copious amounts of liquor he put in his drink.

“I can handle it,” she assures.

“Whatever you say.” He proceeds to do a complicated concoction of what looked like a shot of every type of alcohol they had on the bus.

He hands her the glass and she downs it with a few solid gulps. All of the boys look at her in awe.

“What the fuck was that? No one can drink that shit like that!” Alan exclaims, practically rocketing up from his seat.

“Damn,” Austin comments, impressed. “Hold on guys,” Elliott demands, walking to the bus door. He leans outside, calling, “Hey! Everybody who wants to see a tiny ass girl do some of Tino’s Special Mix come to the Black Veil bus!”

And that’s the story of how Presley ended up half naked on the top of the All Time Low tour bus.

Notes

So. I know I promised to update this morning but my friends woke me up at 9:00 to go to a bouncy house with them. It was alot of fun but I feel guilty for not posting when I promised so you'll probably get a new chapter tonight.