Sold My Soul -CUA Prequal-

Bert has just lost Gerard. He's depressed, in the middle of a drug and alchohol addiction he clings to Branden, the first person to show interest.

It's mutually abusive, uncaring on Berts side and not healthy, but it's there.

Branden rolled over, nudging Bert with his foot. "Hey, Bert, you still drunk?"

Bert grumbled and sat up "Nope" he muttered, scratching his head "Ugh, I have SUCH a hangover!"

"Yeah,well, stopdrinking," Branden shoved him and rolled out of bed, laughing.

Bert giggled and sat up "You xan talk fucker" he snorted, grabbing some water and painkillers.

Branden shoved him agai. "What did you call me?"

"Fuck-er" over pronunciated Bert, kissing him harshly.

Branden kisse back, the bit him, drawing blood. "Bastard," he smirked

Bert utte a groan "Dick" he uttered, wiping blood from his face.

"So, hey, have you spoken to Gerar recently?" he laughed- even the mention of him would hurt Bert.

Bert whinced, looking away "I donlt want to see that-that DICK ever again"

"But dude, he was, like, sooo into you!" He mimicke a valley girl accent.

"Fuck off" snapped Bert, flipping him off and grabbing a coke off the side "We've got practice in half an hour"

"Yeah, whatever, like you want to practice." His voice went suddenly quiet. "Have you heard from Kate?"

"Not yet, but oit's only been a couple of days, she's probably just gone on a binge" he laughed, lighting up a ciggerate.

"Hmm," Branen had a bd feelig, like a shade over his heart. Something ba was goig to happen.

Bert laughed and bit his neck llightly before ste;ppig away "Com on, we better head to Quinns."

Branden grined. "Oh, yeah, I'll come for you, baby!"

ert laughed and headed off.

When got toQuinns hecame straughtin and slum0ed on the sofa "Mornin' Everyone!"

Jeph looked up almost hoepfully when branden entered the room, like a puppydog and it's master.

Branden waved at everyone, then slappe Bert on the ass. "Get singing, woman."

Bert giggled slightly "What're we practicing today guys.

Jeph didn;t answer, he eemed to lose the ability to speak whenever Branden was within a metre of him.

Quinn shrugged. "I dunno. Taste of ink? I actully have a date, so ca we get through this quick?"

"Who's the lucky girl? Boy? Horse?" giggled Bert.

Quinn flipped him off. "Fuck you, you're datig a pig."

"Ooh, burn" laughed Bert.

Jeph hid a glower "DOn;t call him that!"