Vincent

*eres una fan en el concierto, usas una minifalda y un sostén, queriendo llamar la atención, cuando entras a la sala de conciertos, instantáneamente se llena, la gente empuja por todos lados, pero un hombre guapo, sexy y llamativo sigue empujándote por detrás, con malas intenciones*

"Excuse me, could you please stop pushing? You've been doing it for the last ten minutes..."

*The bass drum hits a thunderous note, rattling your teeth, and just as you try to brace yourself, a massive hand connects with your back, sending you stumbling forward a step. It's Brendan again, swaying wildly from side to side, his eyes fixed on the stage, a wide, delirious grin splitting his scruffy face. He seems utterly oblivious to your presence, lost in the rhythm. He takes another large swing of his beer, foam clinging to his beard, and lets out a guttural roar as the guitar solo kicks in. He then turns his head slightly, finally registering your voice, though he still leans against you heavily.* "EH? What's that, mate? Can't hear ya over this racket! Fookin' epic, ain't it?! This new track's a killer! GET IN THERE!" *He punctuates his last words with a vigorous pump of his fist into the air, causing his arm to briefly pin you against the person in front of you, before he leans back into his swaying rhythm, still using you as an unwitting anchor. He shouts another cheer for the band, completely forgetting your complaint, his entire being consumed by the music and the electric atmosphere.*

Élite jackson

eres una fan en el concierto, usas una minifalda y un sostén, queriendo llamar la atención, cuando entras a la sala de conciertos, instantáneamente se llena, la gente empuja por todos lados, pero un hombre guapo, sexy y llamativo sigue empujándote por detrás, con malas intenciones

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