Playing with Colson's padlock around her neck, Luna looks through the mess of lyrics she has scrawled throughout the pages of her notebook. Her guitar sits in her crossed legs as she swigs the handle of Jack. A lighter, her cigarettes, phone, a tin case of joints, ashtray and random other objects litter the bed around her. Luna strums lightly, trying to figure out the bridge. Softening her voice, she tries to play it out.
🎼They say//If you dress//Like This//It means//You want It//So//IIII//Can take from//Yooou🎶
Luna continues strumming the chords. Imagining the sound of the bass and light drumming in her mind as she continues to work.
🎶They think//If you act//Like That//It means//You want it//And//I'llllll//Do what//I want//Toooo🎶
Luna rips a solo she has running through her brain. The bass and drums slamming together through her head afterwards.
"Fuck... I need a bassist." She talks to herself in the empty air.
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Colson hangs out on The Bus for a bit. Playing Call of Duty, burning and drinking as beer bottles empty and shot glasses are passed. He finds himself shooting the shit with Sam, it's the first time they've had a chance to get to know each other. Discovering that they have a lot more in common than either would have thought with their life experiences; both using music as their salivation while struggling as lower middle class kids with no solid parents. Colson hadn't realized that Sam is Luna's drummer; let alone a musician at all.
"Fuck, Dude. I'm sorry. I knew you had to have some type of substance to be able to run wit Loons... But damn, I undercut you majorly." Colson admits. "You really stick a dude tonight?" He asks, amused.
"I don't know what you're fucking talking about." Sam dismisses him as she swigs her beer.
"You two HAVE been friends for a long time." He smirks with a chuckle when she immediately reminds him of Luna.
"Longer than most." Sam swigs her beer again, not fully sure about Colson yet.
"I can tell. You seem just as ferocious as she is." He says with a wide grin. "Imma go catch her... You enjoy." He smiles at Sam before disappearing off into the back of The Bus.
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❇"Enh... At least he didn't try to fuck me." Sam thinks of all the other male musicians that have crossed her path. Bestfriend's boyfriends or not, some dudes have no fucking cooth. "Maybe there is hope for them." Sam considers for the first time since her poor first impression of Colson in NY.❇
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Luna's propped against the wall at the head of the bed when he walks in. She's knocked out, guitar still in hand. Belongings in a disarray. Colson can't help but chuckle again as he admires her. He truly loves her; her maniacalness, her creativity and her passion for what and whom she loves. As he cleans her things off the bed, he finds her lyrics.
"Damn, yo, she spits the illest shit... And on Ellen. Fuck." Colson thinks admiring Luna's craft and steel pussy of bravery.
He finishes putting everything aside before gently taking her guitar. Knowing she'll probably move, she does. Easily shifting down into the bed without waking.
"Baby... " She murmurs sleepily as she cuddles into the pillow.
"Baby? She hates Baby?" Colson thinks as his head cocks towards Luna.
Biting the insides of his mouth, Colson sets her guitar down. Standing at the bottom of the bed, he watches her sleep curled up like a cat. His mind is raging.
"Chill the FUCK out, Kells." He tells himself. His heart is racing knowing that she's NEVER called him Baby.
Colson lights a joint while still watching Luna. He's not sure what he's jealous of and is trying to shake it off. Puffing hard, he drops his heavy pants with a THUD. Luna doesn't move.
"Fucking Sleeping Beauty." He thinks snidely, hoping but knowing his pants wouldn't wake her.
Joint in his mouth, Colson pulls the blankets down from under Luna. She shifts again while he climbs in and begins to cover them as she snuggles up closer.
"Mmmm... Lover... " Her whiskey stained breath moans as she reaches for him.
"Who THE FUCK is Lover, Luna?!?" He can't hold back any longer as he jolts out of the bed.
The sound of her name pops Luna's intoxicated head up. Taking a minute to focus her eyes and brain. She doesn't know what's happening as she studies an angry Colson.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" She asks groggily.
"I can't call you Babe or Baby Girl but you're off mumbling Baby and Lover in your fucking sleep??" Colson unloads.
Luna's drunken head is unsteady on her shoulders. She's not sure why she's getting yelled at and is quietly taking a moment to decide whether to fuck shit up or cater to whatever the fuck is going on with her dumbass partner right now. She tries the latter.
"What are you talking about?" Her sleepy, unamused eyes ask again.
"Who the fuck you dreaming about?" Colson spits out, his demeanor waking Luna RIGHT up.
"WHAT?" She demands while sitting up.
"Who the fuck is Baby and Lover? I ain't fucking Baby or Lover." Colson cocks his head back.
"What. The. FUCK. Are you talking about because right now you sound like a fucking psycho." Luna states; Colson isn't making any sense to her.
"You said it in your SLEEP!!" He shouts with frustration.
"Hold up. Wait." Luna puts her hand up; looking at Colson, she's starting to comprehend the stupid situation she's woken up to. "Gimme that fucking joint." She snarls at him with her eyebrows furrowed as he passes it to her.
"Fuck." He thinks. Knowing from her tone that he done fucked up, he braces himself for her unleveling.
Luna hits the half a joint he passed to her. Eyeballing him, her hands start flittering around as she speaks. Smoke from the joint swirling around her.
"YOU woke me the FUCK up on some Kitty BooBoo name bullshit I said in my SLEEP!!?! ARE YOU FUCKING DUMB-DUMB OR ARE YOU BEN STILLER FROM TROPIC THUNDER DUMB!!??" Luna yells at him. Placing the joint between her lips; she rubs her hands over her eyes and forehead as she pulls hard on it again. Exhaling while it stays in place, she inhales harder before taking it away from her mouth between her two black painted fingertips. Finally raising her blue eyes to meet his stormy ones. "You realize that you're on some fuck shit right now, right? And if you don't stop I'm gonna fucking kill you. So, how bout we both survive, you shut the fuck up and get in this fucking bed with me. Now." Luna gives Colson an ultimatum with That One Look.
"WHO'S your fucking Baby?" He tests relentlessly with a scowl.
Luna gives him the most annoyed look EVER as she hits the joint. Glaring at him as she exhales and stomps it out. He really can be a pain in her fucking ass sometimes.
"YOU are my fucking Baby. My Babe. My Boo. My fucking Bae. Holy fucking shit, I think the correct terminology at this point is my fiancé. Real talk? YOU'RE BEING A FUCKING ASSHOLE right now though." Luna's hands fly out with her words this time. "And if you don't get in this fucking bed... " Luna threatens Colson as she strips off her pants and bra, leaving on only the loose Tshirt and her panties.
"THIS fucking bitch with her fucking black." Colson thinks while trying not to want the treat enticing him inside their bed.
"You're such a fucking cunt." Colson states firmly as he climbs in with her. Pulling Luna against his hard dick by her hips, he slips his hands down her dark panties. "And a wet fucking whore." He claims while licking his fingers and flipping her on her back; not giving a fuck about her wound.
"Who's fucking whore?" Luna coaxes while taking her shirt off and Colson rips the black cotton down and off her legs.
Pushing her thighs up, Colson presses his mouth against Luna's. Forcing his tongue and cock inside of her at the same time. Gasping for air, she takes them both. Her hands grip Colson's ass as he delves deeper into her, mouth sucking on his lips and tongue as her body succumbs to him.
Colson has complete control over Luna. Pinning both arms above her as he rocks himself into her warm inner body. With one leg around his waist and the other tangled in his leg, Luna pushes her hips into his deep thrusts. Taking him further inside of her.
"You do what I fucking say." He taunts as he grips her wrists tighter.
All this does is interest Luna's pussy even more. Held down, her hips buck drunkenly. Colson's wing span is long enough to hold both Luna's wrists securely and place a firm grip on her wild hip. Holding her down, he sucks fiercely on her neck and face as he pounds his dick into her. When her submissive side kicks in, Luna to let's go. Allowing her Lover to take whatever he wants. Moaning in pleasure as he handles her however he desires. Flipping and moving her into any position he likes; always hitting all of her spots like an expert. Colson prefers when they cum together but tonight he's on a mission. Working her off four times before gripping her body hard.
"Say it." He demands as he fucks her, not being able to hold off any longer.
Luna shifts her hips into Colson. Pressing him deeper inside of her. Clenching her walls around him, she holds him in place while clawing at his back.
"MMMPHHMMMM... FUCK, Baby... You're my fucking LOVERRRR!!" Luna moans into his ear as she cums for a fifth time.
Satisfied with his work, Colson's body shakes as he cums Home. Laying down on Luna's chest, she strokes his hair as both of them pass out. Luna sleeping contently under the weight of her Lover. Baby, Bae or Boo. Whatever the fuck it is he wants to be called.
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The next morning Luna wakes up early from creative instinct; her body and brain knowing she has shit to do. Hating her inner workings, Luna wants to stay where she feels like peace lives. In Colson's arms. She watches him breathe as she tries to will herself away from him. Only to lean further into the comfort of his arm's nook.
"Fucking psychopath." She smirks to herself. Colson's jealousy is both annoying and tantalizing to Luna. Hating how quickly and deeply she fell for him. "Enh... That's how you love, Loons... Quick, hard and forever." She tells herself. Playing with her beloved ring as her eyes follow his tattooed chest up and down.
Shaking herself out of her head, she rolls out of their bed; leaving Colson still snoozing. She quietly showers and dresses. Burning and ripping 30s along the way. Turning his ringer off, Luna Snaps Colson where she'll be. She turns it back on once he receives it. Grabbing her bag of goodies along with her notebook and laptop, Luna leaves Sam a hand written note to come inside please 🖤 Silently heading out The Bus doors without waking a soul.
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The Crew is just finishing up and Tech is beginning their magic when Luna pops into the venue. Asking if she's a bother, she's assured no as she makes herself comfortable.
Plucking Colson's electric while she sits on The Stage, Luna hits record on her phone. Tech and Crew watch in amazement as Luna bops alone between different instruments for the next hour or so. Colson's guitar, Rook's drums and Baze's bass. Singing while playing and recording different parts to her song on her phone. They've never seen an artist work like this before. Watching her create a raw song on her own out of thin air; some find it fascinating to witness. Other's finding her lyrics highly irritating.
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Colson's eyes are closed as his hand searches the empty bed for Luna. Disappointed when he can't find her, he knows where she is.
"Crazy bitch." He smiles to himself with his eyes still closed.
Rolling into her pillow to smell her, his morning hard on grows larger. Different images and memories of her dancing around in his hungover head.
"Mmmm... Loons." Colson thinks as he begins to touch himself.
Firmly stroking his cock up and down, he needs an actual visual. Grabbing his phone he sees he has a Snap from Luna. The thought of her makes his dick throb as he opens it.
Colson studies Luna's lips, aching from the knowledge of what it's like to have her warm mouth wrapped around his cock. Not even reading it, he screenshots it like all of her Snaps before continuing on. Staring at Luna's picture as he jerks off, the memories of his thumb wiping her mouth clean after she's swallowed his load lingers in his head. Making him cum quickly. He tosses his hands and phone to the side as his body weakens.
"GOD DAMN, Luna." He pants out loud; laying there for a minute, Colson lights a joint before jumping in the shower and cleaning himself off.
"I wonder how she's doin'." His mind still on his girl.
Out of the shower, he fires up another joint as he rails three Adds and gets dressed. Looking around the room on the back of The Bus, it feels weird to not have Luna beside him as he gets himself ready for the day. Sliding on his rings and wallet, he looks into the mirror and pulls the key to Luna's padlock out from under his collar. He's worn it around his neck since the night he locked it around hers. Colson touches the tiny steel object, feeling oddly sentimental and missing her.
"She said yes." He reminds himself as he tucks it safely back under his shirt.
Still missing her, he sighs. Grabbing the knob of the door, he goes to rile The Boys and find her. Deciding he needs coffee first.
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Luna can't focus. She's got two separate melodies running through her head. The fast, hard punk tune she's working on and another. It's a romantic, dreamy love song that's been swimming around since she woke. It first solidly appearing as she watched Colson sleep this morning.
🎼With this guitar string//He slipped on my hand//I take this magnetic force//Of a Man//To be my//Lover🎶
The first lyrics formulate with the melody as her life with Colson runs through Luna's brain like a toddler with sticky hand prints."He's so fucking dumb." She thinks, laughing to herself as she remembers their fight last night over the word Lover and realizes where it manifested from. "Oh, Imma mind fuck his ass today." She laughs to herself again.
Deciding to take a break, Luna grabs her notebook and bag. Heading out back to burn and see if she can get this other floating song on to paper. She has a sweet idea of how she wants to present it to Colson.
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Colson hits the venue with The Boys and Sam. Looking OnStage for Luna first, he asks if anyone's seen her. Tech and Crew have but they don't know where she went. Annoyed, Colson wanders around the nightclub. He just wants to see his fucking girl. She's not BackStage. She's not in his dressing room. Stopping in the bathroom to take a piss, he takes a selfie too. Shooting a Snap to Luna before continuing his search.
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Luna's out back getting stoned with a Roadie. She needs to find a solid bassist before Tuesday. Yakking about, they both bitch about their first world problems. Dude's complaining about his schedule as Luna's phone goes off from a Snap. It's Colson.
"This Motherfucker... I wish the fuck he would." Luna thinks in amusement while she reads it. Her body heats up as her soul and pussy throb from his empty threats, making her shake her head with a wanting smile.
Functioning on her time as always, Luna finishes the joint with the young Roadie named Todd. Accepting his promises to keep an ear out for a bassist for her.
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"LOVERRRRR!!" Luna coos with happiness upon seeing Colson.
"You're such a fucking cunt. Where you been?" He asks as he spins her around and wraps his arms around her chest from behind.
Through her loose T, he plays with the tape over her nipples as he tongues around her ear. Dick dying for her bare tits. Thumbing the plastic that barricades him from what he wants. Pulling away with a giggle, Luna turns around. Grinning as she taunts him.
🎶Everyday I love you
Just a little bit more
A little bit more
A little bit more
Everyday I love you
Just a little bit more
But
You're still
Fucking insane🎶
She sings to him laughing as she changes lyrics to the Sublime song. Colson's blue eyes brighten as he lifts her up. Complying, she wraps her legs around his rarely clothed body as he kisses her.
"We should cover that!!" He states excitedly.
Luna scoffs as she agrees. Singing that it makes total sense because Colson is a jealous psycho who sees red.
"Bitch, you're just as jealous so shut the fuck up." He laughs, kissing her again.
🎶Let me find a secret LOVER
I'll rip off your fucking head🎶
Luna continues singing, still making up her own lyrics to Colson laughter. Asking how she's doing with the new song, she hops off of him. Grabbing her phone, she calls over Sam and Baze. Colson quickly wrapping himself around her from behind again.
"Fucking Patti booked me on Ellen." Luna finally informs Sam. "I gotta new song because I don't wanna keep promoting the hate of THAT Type. I've pretty much got it laid down but I need to hear it live. You're coming with me, Right?" She asks to Sam's nod. Looking at Baze, Luna continues. "You mind listening to what I've got and maybe running it with me, please?" She asks him.
"No problem, Loons." Baze agrees.
Luna rests herself into Colson's hold as she hits play on her phone. The hard/soft punk tune she's created begins coming through her phone's speakers. The three of them knock their heads throughout the song. Feeling it, they all burst out with questions once it's finished.
Sam's first. "You wanna play THAT on daytime TV??" She asks thinking about the lyrics.
Baze is standing to the side with a confused look on his face. "That's all YOU??" He asks, the producer in him impressed as hell.
"Wanna do it after this?" Colson husks into her ear from behind while squeezing her guts out.
Yes. Yes. And definitely YES are her answers. Sam climbs behind Rook's kit as Baze grabs his bass and Luna uses Colson's electric. They play around a bit as Sam and Baze learn the notes. Feeling confident Luna steps up to the mic giving it a go.
Colson watches as they rip through the song. The vibe reminding him of the sound coming out of Seattle in the early 90's. Luna's voice lacing around certain lyrics while blasting others. She has a clear concise message.
"That was fucking SICK!!" He exclaims, clapping once they've finished.
"Yo!! Hard as shit." Rook agrees from behind Colson; he had come up once he heard them begin to play, wondering who the fuck was on his drums.
"Yeah?" Luna asks, a content smile crossing her lips.
"What's it for?" Rook asks her.
Luna explains Ellen as Rook nods his head in understanding. Commenting how he respects Luna's balls as they exchange a knowing look. Out of all The Boys, Rook is who Luna clicked with first. Always remaining her favorite, they have their own friendship aside from Colson.
"I need a fucking bassist." Luna complains as she sets the guitar down.
"I know a guy. He's right in NY too." Sam offers up as she steps out from behind the drums.
They sit down on the edge of The Stage together. Baze joining them as Rook and Colson hop up too. The tall one immediately sparking a blunt once his body lands comfortably.
"Yeah?" Luna asks Sam. "Can you give him a call?"
Sam agrees as they share the massive blunt and the rest of The Band comes in. Luna moves SideStage so The Boys can run a light rehearsal and Sam heads out back to see about a bassist. Grabbing her laptop, Luna goes through the property listings Monica had sent her. There's both studios and brownstones that Luna had asked for. Flipping through the pictures and layouts; she finds one with 6flrs and what can become ten bedrooms in Brooklyn Heights that she likes and a simple studio in Greenwich. No office/recording spot yet though. Ashleigh makes her way SideStage and sits with Luna while listening to The Boys. Noticing what Luna's looking at she asks about the listings.
"We need a place in The City for all of us." Luna explains. "Oh! You would know... Can he come with me Tuesday? I want him to look at a couple places with me." She goes on to ask.
Ashleigh looks in her phone at her calender. Colson has a show in Boise that night. Idaho to NY is a 6hr flight. It won't work.
"Sorry, Loons." Ashleigh says to her disappointment as Luna shrugs with a sigh and emails Monica back regarding the listings.
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Colson locks the door of the small bathroom behind them. He's been staring at Luna's sideboob since he first touched her naked breasts. Lifting her onto the sink, he pulls her shirt off. Finally seeing the black tape X'd across her nipples.
"New bra?" He snickers as he runs his tongue across the delicate skin along the bottom of her breast.
"Mmmm... Easier for you to lick them, my dear." She responds in a husky voice.
After he's unbuttoned her jeans, she hops down. Wiggling out of them and her panties as he drops his own pants. Luna bends over the sink. Catching Colson's brilliant blue eyes.
"Not yet." He instructs with a playful smile.
Lifting her back up onto the sink, he spreads her legs as he slowly licks her bare pussy. Circling around her clit with his tongue. He's soft and delicate. For now. Luna gasps when he pushes his middle finger inside of her.
"Oh FUCK... He wasn't lying!!" Luna's mind explodes, remembering Colson's Snap from earlier.
Leaned against the mirror, she arches her back in pleasure. Shifting her hips, fully enjoying his mouth exploring her magical cave. Luna doesn't last long. With her legs wrapped around Colson's head, she cums all over his face and chin. Licking it off of him to his delight.
"You're such a dirty girl." He tells her, always intrigued by their sexual antics.
Luna pushes him off of her. Hopping back off the sink, she lightly shoves him against the wall. Staring into his tantalizing eyes as as she slowly takes her naked body down to her knees. Colson groans out in pleasure as she licks around the base of his cock. Swirling her tongue around it to the top. Holding him firm, she slowly draws her tongue around his head before flattening it and sliding him deep down her throat.
Twisting his fingers in her long blonde hair, Colson leans his head back. Reveling in the warmth of her mouth. Firmly rolling her wrist, she pays attention to his shaft with one hand while playing with his balls in the other. Luna steadily sucking Colson's cock while letting the tip of his dick bump the far back of her deep throat.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! FUCK!" Colson thinks as he explodes in Luna's mouth. Wanting it to be inside her sweet pussy instead.
Colson wipes her lips before Luna kisses his thighs and body on her way up. Wrapping her arms around his waist, she leans up for a kiss. Grabbing the back of her neck and her bare ass, Colson kisses Luna intensely. Their juices mixing together in their mouths.
"You like... BABY?" She asks with a cocked eye, knowing what she's potentially starting.
"It's Baby now?" He eyeballs her with his response.
"It's whatever the fuck you want... You trust me?" She asks, leaning back now as she holds on to and looks up at him.
"I've told you... " He starts.
"Shut the fuck up. You trust me?" She interrupts him to his nod. "Then just wait... It'll all make sense." Luna smiles sweetly before pecking his lips. "I promise."
"I swear she's more complicated than I am." Colson mentally complains while wondering what the fuck she's talking about this time as they get dressed.
Regardless, he scoops her up again. Legs back to being wrapped around his waist. Kissing each other lovingly while exchanging That One Look. Unlocking the bathroom, they walk out satisfied. One confused but both satisfied.
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The Show at Myth Live is raw. The crowd is wild. The atmosphere completely chaotic.
The Band playing perfectly as Colson performs. Jumping all over The Stage, talking to his fans and diving into the adoring crowd. Luna comes out for Bad Things; Colson kissing her giggles once they finish. She hypes and thanks the audience before walking OffStage. Hanging out SideStage, she shares a bottle and joints with Sam and Ashleigh for the rest of The Show.
It's a full 27 song setlist, sticking closely to the formula of previous shows on The Tour. Colson running through El Diablo twice and encoring Sail. Gripping Luna's hand as he drags her off to the dressing room as always.
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The scene in Colson's dressing room isn't much different than any other night since he performed at Nightingale. With a bottle, multiple joints, love chatter and fucking, Colson unwinds.
The couple decides to stick in the venue instead of going out exploring; they're off tomorrow and would rather travel through the night. Standing in the middle of the room, just them two, Colson pulls Luna into him.
"I love you, Kitten." His deep voice tells every organ in her body.
Squeezing him tightly, she burrows her face in her safe spot in his chest. I love you." She coos back. "More than you'll ever know."
There's a beautiful silence between Luna and Colson. A million things being said with no words. Only breathing and heartbeats.
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Catching up with everyone BackStage, Colson and Luna both grab a beer. Colson's called over by Baze as Ashleigh pulls on Luna's arm.
"I need your help... " She starts off.
"What's up?" Luna asks after a swig.
"We got that MA merch. He's gotta sign cards and hoodies... You think you can help me keep him focused?" She asks with a concerned look.
"Fuck, yeah. You got the list? We got cards?" Luna replies.
"Yeah! Check these out!" Ashleigh answers with relief.
Pulling a card off her clipboard, she finds herself more and more appreciative of Luna's help and presence. Luna takes one. Looking it over the inside is blank.
"That jawns sick!!" Luna exclaims in approval to Ashleigh's content. "What's going on the inside?"
"I don't know... " Ashleigh trails off. "I wanted your opinion on that one." She answers honestly.
Luna thinks for a minute. It has to be personal but legally Monica has taught her to choose her words wisely and never admit fault. Plus, it's gotta keep Colson's attention.
"What do you think about addressing them individually but with a simple thinking of you and his signature?" Luna asks. Ashleigh likes the idea but is unsure how they'll keep everything in order. Thinking for a moment again, Luna suggests taking control of the envelopes. "Lemme get a copy of the mailing list. I'll have him start them tonight and keep them in order so tomorrow he can bang out the hoodies and we'll just go in a line... You know what I mean?" Luna asks.
Ashleigh doesn't but she trusts Luna. Agreeing to meet up with her and Colson, Ashleigh grabs what they need as Luna looks for her Lover.
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Colson is not pleased. He hates THAT Night. Only being OffStage for an hour or so, all he wants to do is hang out with his Boys.
"So hang out with your Boys. Just pay the fuck attention because you're gonna either do part of it tonight or all of it on your day off." Luna states as a of matter of facts.
Knowing she's right and ALWAYS putting his EstFam first, Colson pops open a black pen. "It's the least I can do." He thinks, thankful that everyone was okay that night.
Bullshitting with Luna, Ashleigh, Sam and The Boys, he tries not to dwell too hard on how bad it could've been for everyone. Not being able to fully hide from the pain, Colson addresses each envelope to one of his fans. Choosing whatever the fuck he'd like to say to them himself, he signs each card personally. Passing them to Luna so she can keep them in order.
"He may be an Asshole... But he is the sweetest Asshole I know. My fucking Lover." Luna can't help but think; falling more in love with him as she watches him put his heart into every note.