Emery leaned back against the headboard of Jett’s bed, mindlessly plucking the untuned strings of his guitar as he stared up at the ceiling while lost in his own fleeting thoughts.

Jett’s ceaseless pacing and continual adjustments to his outfit as he strut in front of the skinny, standing mirror grabbed Emery’s attention causing him to roll his eyes.

“You look fine, dunno what you’re so pressed about. It’s gonna be dark in there, you know that. And it’s just Anon.” Emery insists with a tilt of his head and an unamused expression while his curly bangs dangle in front of his eyes.

“Yeah- I know. It’s just I’m excited! It’s our first time bringing them, we’ve been wanting to bring them forever- and they’re gonna mosh! Which… fucking scares me, kind of, I think.” Jett breathes out in a mixture of anticipation and trepidation as he stops pacing and chews the nub of his thumb nail.

“Yeah… I know.” Emery mutters lowly in understanding, ceasing plucking the guitar and giving it a pat before setting it aside.

“But we won’t let anyone fuck with them, we’ll have them right between us.” Emery insists with a softening of his gaze and lazy half smile.

A ring of the front doorbell has both of the boys jumping to their feet and quickly making their way to the door, sliding it open and practically knocking noggins as they both eagerly peer out to see Anon.

“Ready to go? Brat, you better stay close.” Emery insists with a nudge to Anon’s side as he exits the house.

“Yeah, stay right by us babe. We’ll show you how to really kick ass and have a good time.” Jett agrees with a toothy grin and wraps his arm around their shoulder to pull them close as they walk.

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The venue is as busy as ever when the group arrives, people busting about to buy snacks or drinks from the counter or find themselves a black leather booth to sit at. The walls are painted black, adorned with different band posters and signatures of past bands that have played at the venue written in metallic sharpie.

Emery leads the way as one of the bouncers, a burly man with a scowl and his arms crossed glances down at Anon and quirks a brow.

“They’re with us.” Emery says with a soft scowl of his own as he grabs Anon‘s hand. It wasn’t really like he had to vouch for them but it still grated his nerves to see a skeptical gaze on them just because their clothes weren’t as edgy or punk.

“C’mon- let’s find a booth and get some dranks!” Jett insists with blatant eagerness as his large hands press against Anon and Emery to usher them forward.