Ur Boi & Dollface

"Reggie!"

A blonde pops her head out from the cargo hold under the tour bus she will be sleeping in for the next two and a half months while on tour.

"Yeah?" she calls, her words slightly muffled by the bright red piece of candy she has sliding around in her mouth.

"C'mere real quick. I want you to meet a friend of mine."

Her head disappears for a second before reappearing with the rest of her body. Her tanned, freckled skin is half covered in in, and the rest is clothes to the bare minimum in the Seattle humidity. Reggie's pink-tinted teeth crunch down on the candy until she gets to the gooey center, and when it has completely dissolved, her red-stained tongue peaks out to wet her dry lips.

"Yo, how's it hanging? I'm Reg."

She grins and holds her hand out, using her free hand to push her sunglasses up off her face and up to hold back her wavy, gold-blonde hair. There are freckles on her nose that scrunch and shift when she smiles, showing off her pink teeth.

The male figure looks on, flabbergasted with nothing to say. Linda, the brunette standing beside him, rolls her eyes and elbows his ribs. There was another lost to the gorgeous looking Reggie, who was completely oblivious to it and simply continued to live life carefree and without the distraction (and drama) of dating.

"Alan," he stumbles out, quickly grabbing her offered hand. Alan, flustered and turning redder than his hair, clears his throat and tries again with much more success. "Alan. Nice meeting you."

Reggie takes no notice to his stumble and nods, still smiling wide. "Sweet name. My little bro's name is Alan."

Linda forces a smile, looking between the ginger and the blonde. "Rad, you've met. Now c'mon, Alan. Weren't you going to show me those riffs?"

Alan nods, but can't seem to take his eyes off the blonde as she gives them a wave and crawls back under the bus to go back to organizing the many boxes. (The round curve of her ass was accented by her high-waist dark denim shorts that stopped at the small of her back, and left a very firm crease just under the swell of skin Alan wouldn't mind grabbing.) Linda grabs Alan's arm and pulls him to the door of the bus, punching in the code she was still trying to memorize.

The large, dark red and black tour bus was well air-conditioned and large, just enough space to fit the two small bands in bunks with two left over. During the thirty seconds it took for Linda to get Alan to the back lounge and the door locked, he was able to send out a mass text just as Linda was pulling off her shirt and pressing her body to his.

I've found the one.

Sadly, Alan wasn't talking about Linda.

After his almost hour and a half in the back lounge, and his clothes were put back on correctly, Alan left Linda to finish gathering her surroundings and walked into the front lounge. Sitting on the far left couch was Reggie, the blonde he had met earlier, staring at the large television on the right with a black Playstation controller in her hands. To her right, sitting on the couch, were three remotes, all placed equally apart in ascending order. Her knees were at a perfect 90 degrees, left ankle crossed over the right as she sat criss-crossed. The wavy blonde hair she had was now in an almost symmetrical braid, not one side being larger than the other.

"Linda must be a quick learner for someone who's never played the guitar before," Reggie tosses out, never taking her eyes away from the screen. Alan feels flustered again and rubs at the back of his neck.

"Ha, you caught us," he says, and there's a ghost of a smile on Reggie's soft pink lips before it turns to form a loud curse as she dies. The blonde puts the controller on her left and unfolds her legs, standing steadily.

"I hope you wore a condom," Reggie says, walking past him to get to the small fridge. She grabs a water bottle from inside and proceeds to rip off the label, folding it three times into a small rectangle, before tossing it into the small trash bin.

"Why?" Alan asks, slightly humored by Reggie's bluntness. It's attractive, to say the least.

"You're the fourth guy she's brought back and the tour started yesterday," Reggie says without missing a beat, taking three small sips of her water and going back to her spot on the couch. "I'm sure you can find your way out," Reggie closes with, restarting the challenge and getting lost in the intricate design of the video game.

Alan, taken back, leaves without another word. However, from Reggie's friendly introduction to her blunt conversation, Alan is confused by the girl. She seemed so fun and carefree, and then she's acting like his mother. He still believes he has found the one, though, because damn is that ass fine.

When he finds his way back to his bus, the sun already setting and the sky now the color of his hair, Alan is met by a high Phil and a grinning Justin.

"Found the one, aye, Calico?" Justin asks, causing Phil to burst into a set of chuckles and Aaron to look up confused from his laptop.

"Yeah," Alan says, sighing almost dreamily as he grabs a bottle of beer from off the kitchen table and falling down beside Phil on the couch.

"What's her name?" Justin begins his usual interrogation. "She got big boobs? Ass? Fan or on Warped? Gimme the details, dude!"

Alan begins to spout out what he knows about Reggie. Her name, her connection to Linda, the merch girl for We the Kings, her physical description (which included obscene hand gestures of how round her ass was) and the slight unusual tidiness she had.

"Oh, I think I remember seeing her," Aaron pops in, pulling his other earbud out. "Black and white sleeve? Wears tank tops and cut off shorts?" Alan nods. Aaron hums and types something into his laptop before turning the screen to him. It's a Facebook page with Reggie's picture posted on it with her hovering over a switchboard.

"DJ Instinct?" Alan questions, reading the short information section on her.

"Yeah. She's really good too. She mixes eighties punk with today's rock hits. There's one or two with some of our stuff. She also just started this organization, Will Work for Tats. It's supposed to help kids that want to be tattoo artists find apprenticeships and shit. Kevin personally asked her to come on the tour."

Alan, who thought he couldn't fall in love anymore, is completely enamored with the girl.

The door to the bus opens and in come Tino and Austin, the last of the bandmates, with black plastic bangs clinking with alcohol bottles and at least two twelve packs of beer.

"Party!" Tino shouts before adding one of his infamous whistles that send everyone on the bus reaching up to cover their ears.

"Tino!" Justin shouts and goes lunging at the guy, hoping to at least get the drummer in a headlock. Lionel comes out from the bunk section, rubbing sleep from his eyes and grumbling under his breath about his nap being ruined by Tino.

"Invite everyone you know, I want this bus fucking rocking all the way to Phoenix!" Austin shouts before putting the beer in the fridge and running back out the bus, obviously going to find more people to bring to their first official party of the tour. Alan, who remembers that he has Linda's number in his phone, quickly texts her about inviting her bus over for the party (he mainly wants Reggie there so he can feel that ass he's been nonstop thinking about, but will do with another bed warmer like Linda).

Just as the venue is closing and the roadies and personal are all taking down the stages, the parties of Warped Tour are beginning. A party in particular, being hosted by the Of Mice bus, is in full swing with a mixture of rap and rock being blasted from the speakers while plenty of people hang around outside the bus since the inside is full to capacity.

Alan has Linda grinding against his front, one of her friends pressed against his back, with alcohol buzzing around his underage head and sweat dripping from his pores. He faintly remembers seeing Reggie with Linda when they first showed, Linda pulling Travis and the WTK group along, as well as a band called Chunk, No Captain Chunk, that was also sharing the bus.

Reggie was lost in the crowd, but all Alan could think about was getting his dick wet again, and he was willing to go for a second round with Linda. Brunettes weren't Alan's thing, but she had more assets that he knew what to do with in just one go-round.

"Let's go to the back," Linda's friend, who Alan has completely forgotten the name of, says in his ear, and the three somehow make it out of the packed crowd and through the bunks to the back door. It's locked, much to Alan's surprise, and he shows his anger with it by banging on the door, but whoever is on the other side can't hear and Alan doesn't know what to do.

"Which bunk is yours?" Linda asks, slithering her hand up Alan's top. He closes his eyes for a second, enjoying the feel of her fingernails dragging down his back before taking a breath and opening the curtain of the second middle bunk on the left. Linda whispers something to her friend, and the other brunette leaves, giving Alan and Linda some more alone time. They climb into the bunk.

Linda ends up leaving a sleeping Alan behind as the party is coming to an end. Plenty of people are drunk, high, or a combination of the two as they drag their feet back to their buses. The first party of the tour was a happy success.

However, Reggie is no where to be found the next morning by her bus mates when they awake with hangovers and running late to their own sets.

Notes

Reggie's outfit.