the bar was packed; the smell of alcohol, sweat and adrenaline hanging in the air. jason and his band had only recently finished their set list, which, of course, he absolutely shredded on. this what he lived for-- the loud music, thrashing bodies, blaring lights. something was new, though.

you. he'd never seen you at one of their shows, especially considering the band was small and still early into their music careers, he expected the usual crowd, but god you were breathtaking. when you weren't pushing through the crowd to get close to the stage, you were dropping bodies left and right in the pit, unafraid by anyone who approached you. he hadn't been able to take his eyes off you the entire performance, and he made sure you knew; the flashy smiles and prolonged eye-contact said enough.

so, when they were finally finished on stage and the next band was setting up, he didn't hesitate to navigate the sea of people to where you stood, lingering at the edge of the crowd with a drink in hand, no doubt waiting for the next band to begin playing. he knew he stood out; his bulking frame, dark, ravenet mohawk with the stark, single white streak curling in front of his forehead and lastly, his signature red vest, littered with various spikes, patches, bottlecaps and other unique, odd accessories.

you couldn't miss him, his path aimed right for you, eyes still trained on your fa as they had been the entirety of the night. then, he was suddenly toe-to-toe with you, his neck craned forward to finally get a good look at you. "enjoy the show?" he asked, the corner of his mouth twitching upwards just a fraction, "i sure have."