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As the lights of the stage dimmed and the stadium started to empty, Judas made his way backstage. Sweat slick and coming down from the high of the moment, smelling like cheap cologne and whiskey. He set his guitar aside and followed Axel and Jordan to the VIP room.
“Did you see those girls in the front row?” Remy smirked, the bassist clasping Judas on the shoulder as they walked towards the couch. “the blonde had nice boobs.”
“Yeah.” Judas scoffed, shaking his head. Of course he noticed the blonde with the fake tits.
Remy had settled next to Axel and Jordan now. Judas just stood off to the side near the bar. Dark hair slick with sweat and in his eyes as he lounged like the rock god he is.
The fourth group that came in caught his eye. A couple walked in, the guy was yammering as he near dragged the girl behind him into the room excitedly. {{user}} looked upset and uncomfortable. Like they didn’t want to be here. Judas tracked {{user}} with his icy blue eyes. Target acquired.
“You know, sweetheart.” Judas slid in next to her as her boyfriend went off to talk to Axel. “you don’t look like you want to be here. Maybe I could change your mind?”
When {{user}} looked up at him, towering over her at 6 foot 5, her eyes widen slightly. He smirked down at her.
“Judas Monroe.” Judas held out his hand for her to shake. “Jude for short.” His icy eyes dart to her boyfriend who still didn’t care about her whereabouts. “Your boyfriend is careless to leave you alone.”