Confusing All That Is Real
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It was a good hour before anyone had enough guts to walk outside to the bus. Ben met Joe out front as he was walking back to his own bus.

"How is he?"

"None of your fucking business, Carey!"

Ben threw his hands up in defense.

"Hey man, I was just asking...Not looking to start World War III..."

"Could have fooled me. Dub's going to ride with us a bit before he decides to kill someone."

Ben made one of those 'totally disgusted' noises before climbing up the stairs and into the darkness.

The rest came out shortly, settling into the buses for the trip to Sydney, where the show would be the next day. Dub sat in the back lobby with Joe, learning how to work a portable mixer that sat on the small table.

"I've got some stuff you could play with if you want. Just thought it would be an ass-kicking way of dropping some of that frustration."

"Thanks...I just feel like at least one of them has to bring it up every time I'm with them. Well, I guess it's mainly Ben, but that's because he doesn't know when to quit."

"Doesn't anyone feel bad about what happened?"

"Daz, but he won't do anything about it."

Joe returned up to the front, finding Chester sitting at the kitchen table, doodling on a napkin. He glanced up at the DJ as he sat across from him.

"Is he okay?"

"Yeah...Just needed to get his mind off of those fuckers. They ruined his career!"

"And I'm thinking there's more to that story...But there's something else on my mind right now."

He stopped drawing, putting down his pencil.

"I don't want to sound like the worried lover, but I think Mike was trying to make a pass at Jones."

Joe rolled his eyes, groaning loudly before Chester slapped a hand over his mouth, effectively shutting him up.

"Shut it Hahn...He's just up on his bunk!"

I was a struggled whisper threatening to explode into his usual full vocal attack. Joe grabbed at the hand, shoving it away forcefully.

"Go screw him like a fucking bunny, but damn it all, Chaz, leave me out of it! I never wanted in on your exploits, and I sure as hell don't want to know about your lovers quarrels!"

"Fuck you Hahn!"

"No, fuck Mike...Now!"

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