erich glances from his son to the barmaid again. he gives a little gesture with this head indicating it's a toss up. "poor thing probably has to in order to get these pensioners to part with a....whatever you guys use for dimes. i just hand people bills and accept the change. they could be screwing me." he says with a shrug. he knows theres a pound coin,but other than that? no clue on the coins of the uk. as long as the bills were right when given change,erich just assumed the rest would be. so who knows how much erich has been shorted in life. it probably was strange for micah to learn his mother wasnt always the homebody sort. she was once partying it up every night and running with a wild crew. though it seemed she later kept the partying but probably not in as good of spirits. erich briefly sighs and pushes his bourbon sightly away. maybe this wasnt the best drinking topic. "maybe it was for the best, you know? the life isnt for everyone. i dont think she had the right kind of damage to stay in it." erich doesnt elaborate but everyone he knew had some major flaw to where they couldnt make it in normal society. the most quote unquote normal person he knew was karoliena. even she took near micah's entire lifespan for her contempt of most people to dissipate.

as micah speaks erich looks at his glass and traces his finger around the lip of it. erich figured he may as well tell micah he has another blood relative still out there. "i guess it would be a strange thing to have thrust upon you. you have a grandmother too but i havent spoken to her since...2009? maybe? my moms still kicking around in miami." erich was about to demonstrate what she was like but realized it would be a rather heartless gesture. erich planned on downing his drink in one go but thankfully does not. his eyes widen slightly when he realizes that he and micah both have alcoholic mothers. "marlena does. you sorta came into my life around the same time my ex wife reappeared. deans a baby so i dont think he cares. " erich laughs and picks up the drink and takes a sip. erich hadnt even wanted children and here he was with three. erich places the drink down and shrugs a little before speaking. it hurt hearing micah thought he had no one. as someone who got into entertainment just to avoid loneliness for those few moments on stage,erich understood the feeling. "well,i'm here. so you have that. i kinda planned on being a bastard to you when i first heard of you. toughen you,make you hate me until eventually it became like samurai revenge story. but i guess i cant."

"oh you have to see it at least once. you know how we all think the uk is london? i promise you the usa isnt all new york or bumfuck texas. its a fucking trip,man. we'll have to do it sometime. like a coast to coast run. stopping to see every silly roadside attraction we can find. you can be the designated driver. " erich says,getting excited. talking about doing things and seeing stuff was his bag. he modeled himself after dean moriarty,and that meant go go go. when micah questions how citizenship in erich's situation works,erich raises a finger and replies, " exactly. make it hard for those fuckers. on paper,i'm a citizen of malta. i own a house in walden new york. but um..i have no reason to live there anymore." erich says with a lowering of his eyes and a sip of his drink. "its usually the duke or hotels for me. i'm on the road so much,why bother with a stationary home?" he asks,finishing the drink and setting it down on the coaster. while the band was on the road a lot, karoliena would fly back home to be with her family every other day. erich had no attachments,so he held court in hotel bars around the globe.

"really!?" erich asks when micah says he's never been to ireland. that was a big difference between the usa and uk. it probably was less than a thousand miles from the south of the uk to the top of ireland. even before being a musician,erich had traveled a thousand miles from home. "i could probably squeeze a turd and have it go coast to coast here. i've been to dublin,but BEEN in like the musician's sense of the word. i was at a venue there and then left directly after. it's expensive,i'll tell you that. no wonder leprechauns have pots of gold. " erich laughs and runs a hand through his hair. he liked dustyn but his experiences in ireland left him much poorer. erich looks up and smirks at the assessment of billy. "hes a fucking moron is what he is. a damned shame he hasnt killed himself by now." erich laughs a different sort of laugh and sort of clears his thoughts before speaking. "if you want space to breathe,i could take you on the duke sometime. a little day trip or so. everyone needs to see what things are like when all you see is water. its humbling to know how small you truly are.." erich says near wistfully.

"i assume our cents is like your pence. our pence was a lame radio host who somehow became vice president." erich muses. hes heard the term, so and so amount of p,so it probably was similar in value to cents. though who knew what the british coins were called? erich nods slowly in understanding as micah speaks. there was a lot of what ifs,but any of those scenarios would change the present. so it was best to muddle through.

it was nice to hear micah had a warm,if short memory of his grandmother. it was cute that micah's mother would panic over the potential of her pride and joy falling off a baclony. erich's younger childer had been on the duke a few times but rarely on the deck. sure there was the falling factor,but there was any number of rusty bits and bobs everywhere but the lido deck. "she sounds sweet. i cant say i ever met her." erich replies with a look out the window. its not like micah's mother ever met erich's mother either. probably best she didnt. erich wasnt keen on anyone meeting his parents. "your grandmother hebmuller is more like the kind of grandmother you see in old las vegas movies. pumping quarters into a slot machine with one hand. drink in the other." erich says looking at his empty glass. it was rare for him to us the surname he was born with. he didnt think enough of his mother to include her in the hesses. erich grins when micah asks about his married life. it was a good change from the memory of people that were no longer here. " married? twice. first to the woman you would know as erica hess. we wanted that myth that the white stripes band had. were we lovers? siblings? both?!" erich laughs at the memory of a very young erica and erich doing such a commitment to a bit. "then there was ada. marlena's mother. this time was a real marriage. i wasnt really ready to be a father then. so,she left me. i wasnt married to selene,we just made baby jesus cry. fast forward a bit and ada was back in my life but too much had happened. she had her life,i had mine and the two dont really cross anymore. so now? free as a bird." erich says making a long story sort of short. he figured he may as well answer the questions that would be asked before they were. "well, dont rush into marriage unless its for a great joke that only a small group of people would care about." erich tells micah with a wide grin. "you got anyone in your life,or are we two wild and crazy guys on the prowl?" erich asks,now taking the opportunity to learn more about the man across the table from him. "oh,micah. you sweet sweet man. you think i cant waste some money. better it goes to you than buying rusty pieces of shit vehicles. soviet era rocket trains still dont come cheap." erich smirks. the man was a sucker for anything weird and outdated. the more dangerous the better.

"i would love another. more of the same,please. unless by chance they have absinthe." erich says hopefully. it was a long shot,but it never hurt to ask. beer made him feel full and he had to save room for dusyn's party. there probably was going to guinness by the gallon. if it wasnt cold out,erich would suggest taking a bit of a smoking break outside. but...he was a little cold to be honest. also,in a flare of fatherly concern,erich did think that micah should be careful. he came from a line of alcoholics. "the duke was also a rusty piece of shit i had to have." erich grins,referring to his love of pricey yet dilapidated machines. in the ship market,the duke was dirt cheap. in dollar amount? it was still over a million. "i figure it all evens out though. the duke is home,a music venue,transportation,and a studio. everything i will ever need." erich clearly loved the machine. the ship had become as much a part of him as a limb or something.

erich cackles at the response of micah. "well,i'd have the butt facing upwards,i gotta arc the thing. you guys have hills and stuff here. i'll never clear the scottish highlands if i dont get like 75 degrees of angle on it." he says partially serious and partially not. mainly because he wasnt sure about that angle. he'd have to get some people to work on that calculation. "sure is heavy." erich says and basically just leaves it at that. he couldnt elaborate as to why. it simply wasnt his story to tell. "never be afraid to cut people out of your life. you owe nobody anything." erich says with a little shrug,putting the topic to bed. "havent seen dustyn in a while. so it should be good." erich says with a slightly less excited sound than he normally would use. the billy talk reminded him of the one issue he had with dustyn.

"we probably borrowed your system. its 100 cents to a buck back home. we aint doing the metric system,so fuck right off with that. you'll pry our feet and inches from our cold dead hands!" erich states with a smirk. when he was young,he remembered a supposed future date of converting to the metric system...erich can remember a time before cell phones were common. its safe to say the conversion to metric is never going to happen in the usa. " ah to be young and innocent again. my father adored all those demons of the 80's. if reagan would've conceived a child with thatcher... " erich makes an explosion gesture with his hands as he speaks. "dear old dad would've just exploded with pride right then and there." erich laughs rather bitterly. he disliked the man greatly,but appreciated the humor of his existence.

"oh come on,micah. you know jesus. whitest guy in the middle east. as a baby he was super offended by fornication. but was totally down with eating pork. so it kinda works out." erich grins to micah. he couldnt forget micah's heritage. it was a wild coincidence that the first two children erich help make were jewish. who knows,perhaps erich had a thing for the chosen people and didnt know it. " so are you like...practicing or not?" erich asks while leaning back in the chair to get comfortable. " ada wasnt like super strict with it. but would observe some customs of the faith. i think it was more identity with her rather than any religious thing. same with marlena." erich says while wanting,but refusing the urge to ruffle micah's hair. " yeah. i got some good kids out of the deals. " he replies warmly to micah. it was getting less strange being around the man as time passed.

"careful. there are people that are far more into the two of us than you want to think." erich warns micah with a knowing nod. "seriously. dont look it up on the internet." erich laughs and drums slightly on the table in amusement,at least until the conversation takes a more serious tunr. erich listens as micah tells about thoroughly modern millie and his frown gets deeper as the story goes on. "christ." he starts. the situation had to be heartbreaking for micah. " that would be a fine how do you do. what a little weirdo. who wants to belt out the name tom while in the throes of passion? that is just god damned awful though. three months? these rat bastards smiled and talked to you for three months while...grrr!' erich is at a loss for words so eventually it just becomes a growl. on one hand,he did understand how what happened happened. one spends enough time with someone and things tend to happen. micah's existence was proof of that. but he understood also the heartbreak that came when something you thought was forever..wasnt. he sighs and looks out the window momentarily. he couldnt see much as the dark outside mainly just reflected the scene of the pub." you probably heard it before but, the pieces you give to people never come back. whatever you loved about them before is still there, sometimes all you can do is focus on that and move on." erich says to the window before looking back to micah. this was for micah as much as it was for himself. erich did have some thoughts on the elephant in the room and tried to bring it up as casually as he could. " so..did she feel the same way about...that? maybe its the circles i've been in,but that mentality isnt all that common these days. thats sort of a big ask for someone who doesnt think that way." erich says as tactfully as he could.

"been doing it for a while. havent had the duke's plumbing repaired." erich replies with a wink as micah goes off for refills. erich pans around the room just seeing what sorts of people had arrived or departed. it looked to be still the same crowd. in a way,this is the sort of place erich would like to live. just waddle himself down here every night and hang out with the old people until he was one of the old people. but,he also knew he couldnt stay in one place for very long. he liked the chance for slow paced life,but he like the bursts of chaos that went with loud and wild places. he looks up at the cook who brings the food. " oh thanks! looks amazing. i could eat the south end of a north bound polecat." erich says excitedly. damn,should have got the fish. erich hated sharing food,but he was going to make an exception and propose a trade of bits of steak for bits of fish.

erich's eyes light up at the gentle glowing green of the absinthe coming towards him. now this was all coming to together! before the glass even makes it to the table erich has produced an absinthe spoon,sugar cube and even a bottle of water from his jacket. a water bottle that was still very cold somehow. he grins like a little kid when his birthday cake approaches. "you wonderful man. i dont know how you did it,but you did! thank you." erich perches his nose over the edge of the glass and takes a whiff. "mm smells like la fee. they may have had it left over from that time when it was popular. i hope theres the rest of the bottle." erich bristles with optimism as he gets to work on balancing the spoon and what not. "this will put hair on your chest and lead in your pencil" he explains as he pours the water. he chuckles a little and adds, "its actually pretty light tasting and far from what you would think it would taste like."

of all things erich thought they would discuss,religion wasnt anywhere on that list. but it was nice that they could. he liked micah's opinion on it all. seemed perfectly reasonable. erich was perfectly fine with religion as long as it wasnt expected of him. erich took fork in one hand,knife in the other ,and cut a piece of the steak. properly juicy and manly looking. if he still had his whiskey,he'd look the part of one of those people that apes the worst parts of the 1950's. "that seems like the way to do it. i know the orthodox version has some really intricate bits to it. she explained it to me once but..well,the years of drug abuse has to have some effect,right? in one ear and out the other. pfft, forgotten. you gotta keep mom happy. especially if theres an after life. dont want to meet a pissed off mom." erich gently teases micah. he would like to believe in an afterlife where one could see their loved ones again. but his mind couldnt really go there. erich's eyes follow the sound of the knife of the glass. "well,first off. left handed? devil's work! and two. two beers and you're drunk? maybe we need to go to weenie hut jr" erich teases his son a little more robustly now. still all in good food. erich couldnt see the man ever getting falling down drunk or making an ass of himself. father unlike son. "myself? hmmm... maybe some sort of buddhist? some of the philosophy fits i guess. " erich says with a shrug. the word atheist carried an image of a debate me,bro asshole and erich wasnt about that.

erich has to concentrate on not guffawing and spewing steak every where when micah talks about what hes foind on the internet. " you can blame your adopted brother,dustyn for THAT section of fans." erich tells micah firmly,using his fork to punctuate the point. "before getting in with him? atomic war bride fans were just greasy fucks and bettie page imitators. now? well,youve seen the element dustyn has brought in." erich laughs and lets out a long exhale. it was nice to see outside the psychobilly bubble. but years of playing seedy clubs doesnt prepare you for fan art and fan fiction. on erich side,absinthe isnt the best to eat anything with. so he uncaps his bottle of water and sips. it was the first time erich mentioned the unoffical relationship with dusty. which he assumed micah had to know,it was popular among those....artists.

erich was glad his son wasnt a horny little asshole like he was at that age. he wasnt sure if he could really tolerate that mentality anymore. it made erich feel good that micah had a good head on his shoulders. certainly better than the one erich even currently had. "whew" erich says and shakes his head,now taking a drink of his absinthe. the taste lingered after the swallow. "that...that..is wild. sounds like totally out of the blue. i am fucking sorry as hell that happened to you." erich says with a sad smile and almost a pat of micah's hand. this doesnt manifest as more than a slight lift of erich's hand before it rests back on the base of the glass. "true. you definitely dont want to leave damage in your wake." erich says,now looking out the window. granted,if erich followed frankie's advice and just relaxed,micah wouldnt exist. erich lead a very different life to micah,especially when younger. if there was an actual garden of earthly delights,erich set up a campsite on the grounds. this wasnt so much a male thing in erichs mind though. the hess clan comprised of mostly women and most had their time in the land of debauchery that would make a porn star blush. "im sure there is someone out there for you. nobody i know of course." erich says with a laugh. "that would be damned weird. wish you luck though. two times married was enough for me to learn my lesson." erich jokes but he obviously still loves and respects ada. the quickest way to earn a block from erich on twitter or instagram was to insult his ex wife.

"hmm?" Erich asks,looking up from stirring the sugar into the drink. You were asking for a fight with Erich if you set the cube on fire. That was bullshit for bullshit absinthe drank by bullshit people. "Oh,This? Good absinthe is very bitter so you gotta add sugar. The water helps dilute it and..well,this one doesn't do it well. But the water should displace the oils and the drink clouds from green to white." Erich explains with the tone and cadence of someone teaching a class.
Once it's satisfactorily mixed,Erich places the slotted spoon on a napkin. "I find I drink less when sticking with this. The ritual takes time and the water fills me up and makes me far more hydrated the next morning." He finishes with a little shrug. There was a sort of method to Erich's madness. "Beer is just too heavy for my delicate sensibilities. Makes me pee like a Joshua Grimmie date." Erich laughs at his own joke. He liked Joshua and had no clue about the Urban myth,but that didn't stop him from mentioning it. If Erich had an urban legend,he'd do everything to play up to it and would expect others to as well. "Are you kidding, Micah? Kids love the stuff. Can't keep Marlena out of the stuff. We had to get custom made juice box versions." Erich says as seriously and naturally as he said anything else.

"A legit concern" Erich nods. " I wouldn't want to worry about that on top of all the normal asshole things about people. Scratch most any conspiracy and oops,it's anti semitism. I feel I knew Ada pretty well and never once did I see her try to run the world. She didn't even have the Rothschilds on speed dial. I mean,c'mon. that is just first day stuff there. i dont think i know you well enough to expect an honest answer if you know anything of this. " erich jokes to micah. while it wasnt a joking matter,erich did wish to lighten the mood a bit. erich had became very aware of such things during his marriage. any sane person wouldnt read the youtube comments to an atomic war bride video around the time of the divorce. there was a small but vocal group whos support erich did not want. erich takes another bite of steak and holds his finger up while he finishes chewing. "you cant get too drunk. i damned sure dont remember my way home from here. if its up to me,we'll just break into that garage we passed and we'll sleep it off there. father and son breaking and entering. there's an activity they dont teach in parenting classes!" erich warns micah with a wide smile. erich had a terrible sense of direction. especially when he hadnt really been paying attention to the route they took to get here. erich takes a drink of water before drinking his absinthe thoughtfully. "well. i try not to attach myself the quality of the absinthe i have available. i couldnt tell good absinthe if there wasnt bad absinthe to compare it to." erich says with a fairly good impression of alan watts.

it probably was a strange thing if one really thought about it. dustyn was pretty much an adult when erich took him under his wing so to speak. erich was almost surprised it took micah this long to question it. erich takes a long drink of his drink before speaking. "yeah. he does mean a lot to me. hes a kind man. a bit too kind at times,but the world needs more kindness. way back when,he kinda of reminded me of myself. myself before all of...this." erich makes a gesture to encompass the direction his life took. " maybe its better now,but dustyn didnt exactly get on with his own father. when i was a young man,i didnt either. there was an..incident and my neighbor took me in. i was nearly an adult but randy treated me as a son and i guess i wanted to return the favor to the world at large. dustyn was the one i guess." erich says with a shrug. it was a convoluted story but probably important. "so to carry on the tradition, you're going to have to despise me,micah and find an older man to take you in. i dont count as im related." erich chuckles and raises his glass to micah.

erich feels helpless seeing the clear pain his son was in. maybe there was a certain comfort in being single." that is so crazy. no clue why people dont just buck up and say whats on their mind and end things." erich says in support of micah. " like,yeah it still hurts but it takes the sting of betrayal out of things." erich had never done such a thing. technically, selene and himself hadnt spoken for months when things rekindled with ada. so erich didnt and assumed nobody else would consider it cheating. if it wasnt micah,erich would suggest a sitcom level scheme to make it seem like micah moved on and was now dating starlets. but,it probably would be out of character for him anyway. "well..if misery loves company,my most recent relationship failed because i wasnt good enough for her family. dont blame her for choosing fortune over me." erich chuckles and tries to cheer micah up. " besides tom waits,i cant think of any cool toms. i doubt this cat measures to tom waits" erich states. toms werent welcome here. this was going to be established as a rule.

it was a bit of a start to hear the word dad. it wasnt that erich was uncomfortable hearing it from micah. erich didnt feel he deserved it at all. one good night didnt really erase the entirety of micah's life. erich couldnt say if things would be the same if he had known about micah's birth. modern erich wouldnt have vanished,but who knows what circa 2001 or so erich would do? he was a shithead at one time,so it was possible. erich laughs it off and waves his hand in hopes of putting micah at ease. "micah." he sighs,now placing his hand on micah's and looking him in the eyes. "you know you were supposed to wait until screaming i learned it from you,ok? i learned it by watching you before calling me dad for the first time." erich chuckles and removes his hand and gives micah an unsure gesture with his hands. "i aint going to stop you if thats what you wish. you can call me erich if you want. if you feel i earned dad,then well..it's your place to dole out that title. i dont know your drinking habits,so lets see how you feel in the morning." erich finishes his drink and set it down with a small clank. "dont call me daddy though, you're too damned old for that!" he laughs and sighs in contentment with the situation. maybe he did feel some connection with micah. he wanted the best for him,in spite of barely knowing him.

Chris has his back turned to Cam as he is going through the lines, this is something that while on the outside Cam showed posied beyond his years as an artist and a celeb it is easy to forget that Cam is still somewhat new to fame. He has always commanded the stage when it comes to working and this was no exception so Chris didn't have any doubt in his mind that the movie would be a success. Cam would be a big part of that success, so hearing his multi-talented, award-winning boyfriend ask him such a silly question confused him more than anything. He turned over and sat up in his onesies and put a hand on his chest "You are the most talented person out there. If anyone has anything negative to say I kick them in both shins, why would you think that I would love less?" hearing him talk about nerves and how nervous he was is something that he has felt even recently. He still gets anxious when he does music and would not have continued it if it wasn't for the people in the group. Lately, both me and Cam have been doing things out of our comfort zone but have also gone into each other's realm. "Babe, don't worry you will be a natural. Just think of it as a long music video with you playing the king of rock and roll. If you need any help you know I'm here for you, we can go over some lines and do some acting together."

Chris for the most part was used to this pressure, the internet would be a cruel place, and he made his bones on how cruel it can be. "Cam, you are going to do fine, we have a saying on the internet, rule number 1. There is no such thing has "girls" on the internet, and another rule is don't feed the trolls, they need to be lock behind there cages and they will move on to the next thing if you just leave them alone." Chris remember what it was like when he debut and it wasn't the best option all around. There were a lot of people that thought it was funny and others thought it was terrible, and he should have stop. He could get 100 messages about how funny he was but it would always be those few messages that were negative that would always stick out. "You just need to do your best and go out there and kill it like you always do, don't have to worry about anything else."

Chris laughed "I loved that show by the way scrappy was a good pup. You just let me at them let me at them. I show them what is what." Chris laughed at him acting like scrappy doo. He knew how much this meant to Cam and also how this was going to bring a lot of people to him not just as a performer or entertainer but also as a musician. "Well you know that with movies, come a soundtrack, do you have anything planned for the soundtrack?"

"I won't be taking such pictures, honestly I don't think that dick is all that photogenic, it is a grower, not a shower." While Chris has been on the internet and has made some silly mistakes there he wasn't so bold as to have sent nudes or taken pictures of his dick online to have the world see it forever. "I mean if someone was to get nudes of me in my younger days priest will be having some wet dreams. I'm sure" Chris looked at the warm chocolate in a mug that said 'hope you step on a lego' written on the side of it, "My favorite mug too, you better be sorry," he said jokingly but he didn't mind it at all. Cam was quite the worker and he knew that when he is given a project he put all of himself into it Chris thought it was pretty hot when he is working on something and poke his tongue out. "Oh my word, I do declare you sir be giving me the vapors," Chris said in is fake southern accent fanning himself.


"I only like shaggy and scooby cause of food and snacks. I even wanted to see what that Scooby Snacks tasted like." While Chris smirked and gave cam a peck on the cheek, " Well, I do feel like it is a great honor and a blessing to be in bed with the king but I need to know just how you got the reputation of being a bad boy and people round town are thinking that you play the devil's music." While Chris did know a little bit about Elvis, he wasn't a fan of us his and didn't know much about his life only that he was a big star in his day and he died on the toilet, one of the worst ways to go a heart attack on the john. "I think you should put your spin on the music, it will be a good way to try and show people what you are all about with your music."

"It was quite the spicy picture that was for sure and I have been blessed to receive such a rare gacha pull. 5 stars for sure." Chris remembers when Cam would have Chris take sexy pictures of himself and a lot of it was some spicy stuff that would appear more on Brazzers than Only Fans. He still has those pictures saved but it isn't anything that could be on his phone or something that could be hacked or leaked. The internet is undefeated when it comes to snooping so it is better to have everything off-site if you want to not let others know about it. "I think that was what those bastards secretly planned all along. Not to build stuff just to leave a piece or two extra off to the side that you forget about until you step on it. You ever notice that there are always a few extra pieces in sets that just magically disappear until you step on it?" Chris laughed as Cam praised him for his accent, he has seen enough southern shows to have a decent idea of what a southern bell would sound like "As great as that might be, I gave up my dress-wearing days after missing out on being the next member of SYNCO."

"I would not be surprised if they were edibles knowing that it was a cartoon I'm sure they didn't think too far ahead about it." Chris liked cartoons growing up but he didn't really watch a lot of them growing up but the ones he was able to watch he did enjoy a lot a lot of them were old-school cartoons though. he wasn't a big fan of newer cartoons like one on Nickelodeon or the Disney channel. Chris looked at Camillo and smirked "Well I'm not going to stop you," Leaning hin closer to Cam without getting close enough to have lips touching.

Chris smirks "I don't want to tempt the RNG gods so I'm just going to say my fortune was very good. Enjoyed the ride, but now I'm looking for alternative costumes and the new seasonal drops of Cam peens." As the Room gets darker with Cam dimming the lights the two of them feel like they are in their own little bubble than just a room in a bed. "I think you just want to just kiss my feet, regardless. Can't blame you though, I been told that I have really nice feet and toes for a guy."


Chris kissed Camillo back as they made out on the bed. Chris has always been open to displaying signs of affection and Camillo has always been the sweet lovey type. After a few kisses and Cam holding his head in place, Chris was feeling hot and heavy and had to push Cam away for a little bit so he would be able to catch his breath. "Down boy down, we both have a busy day tomorrow, and now isn't the time to be smashing cheeks."