[BAND DYLAN]

         THIRD PERSON

   (Y/N) clicked the case shut, tucking her hair behind her ear as she set it up against the brick wall. The back of the bar was a bit quiet, but it usually was while they were setting up. Murmurs, laughter, and drinks filled the atmosphere, as well as some instrument tuning. (Y/N) listened in, smiling as she heard the hiss of drum cymbals, some deep thumps radiating through the floor from the kick drum.

   Standing up straight again, (Y/N) shoveled her phone out of her pocket and pressed the home button. 8:56 P.M. On time.

     She turned around, finding all of the band on stage. Thank God, she scoffed, walking away from the cases and wires. (Y/N) carefully made her way behind the stage, coming up behind the man sitting at the drum. A smirk crossed her face as she made the small jump onto the stage, before she walked up and slid her arm's around his torso. He jumped and turned his head around, a grin making it's way onto his face as he stilled his drum sticks.

   "Hey, you. . ." Dylan mumbled, shutting his eyes as they pressed their lips together, (Y/N) humming in pleasure as she hugged his body tightly. Dylan smiled into the kiss and soon they pulled apart, him noticing the bar lights- or really, lack of- looked beautiful against her skin.

   "I- am going to get a drink and enjoy the show." She nodded, beginning to pull completely away, until Dylan grabbed her chin and pulled her in for one last kiss before they began, and letting go with a playful smirk.

   (Y/N) shook her head and looked away, hoping her blush would hold back as she began to walk to the bar. She looked over to the door, seeing the crowd pile in. People coming in in groups, singles and couples. She looked back to the band and knew this was going to be a good show night.

    The bartender had just finished serving someone else, when he caught (Y/N)'s eyes. He smiled and leaned against the bar.

    "What can I do?"

 "Vodka Tonic, no garnish." (Y/N) nodded, glancing back to the stage for another moment, hearing the mic loudly help tell the crowd their name. The bartender nodded, instantly beginning on the drink.

  (Y/N) watched another woman walk up next to her, dressed in a very beautiful red cocktail dress. She was a little jealous, comparing herself to her own denim shorts and cropped tee. Brushing it off, she shamelessly watched the bartender focus on the new woman, whilst making her drink. 

    "You?"

  The woman thought for a moment, tilting her head comically. "Let's splurge- Bloody Mary, half the tomato, double the vodka."

   The man nodded and simultaneously set up the ingredients for that, finishing (Y/N)'s drink. He slid it to her and (Y/N) smiled in thanks.

  Both turned towards the band, (Y/N) tapping her foot in memory to the beat, watching in awe at Dylan's concentration and hard-work on his drums. She bit her lip, watching his head go from banging, to looking to each drum he was using. (Y/N) always loved watching him play, almost as much as what he was actually playing.

  "That drummer, am I right?"

   (Y/N) turned, seeing the beautiful girl turned to her in a smirk, raising her eyebrows. (Y/N) paused for a moment, before slowly nodding in agreement. The girl stepped closer, something (Y/N) really didn't want, but she wasn't going to do anything about it.

   "You know," The girl smacked her red lips. "I've heard that drummers are especially good with their hands."

    (Y/N) could only smirk as she sipped her drink. Oh, she knew.

  "I mean, it only helps when you just look at him. Tell me, does that jawline look real to you?" The girl continued, gawking at Dylan and talking to (Y/N)- really, the whole situation went from strange to incredibly ironic for (Y/N).

      She figured she could have fun with it.

"I bet-" (Y/N) began, holding her glass as she gestured to Dylan. "He loves  to use his mouth."

   The girl nodded in agreement excitedly. "Definitely. Oh my God, can you imagine?"

(Y/N) nodded. She definitely could.

   She watched as the girl in red gazed upon Dylan with a very sultry look and realized maybe she might have just filled her head with fantasies. About her boyfriend. (Y/N) took a long sip of her drink, not-so-accidentally slamming it back to the bar.

   "When they're done-" The girl looked over to (Y/N), smirking. "I'm gonna go talk to him. See if I can make any progress, you know what I mean?"

    The song ended and the singer talked about a break for a minute. (Y/N) looked to Dylan who instantly looked to her when he finished, before sending a wink in her direction.

   "Oh my God." The girl next to her almost gasp. "Did you see that?"

 (Y/N) nodded, proudly. "Yes I did."

    "I mean, winking at me. . ." The girl sighed. "That has to mean something."

  (Y/N) couldn't believe the girl actually thought the wink was towards her. She ran her fingers through her hair, pursing her lips. She looked over and watched as Dylan set his drum sticks down and hopped off of the stage, jogging around it as he headed towards the bar.

   (Y/N) looked over to the girl to see if she still thought he was doing anything for her, and found the girl tugging the front of her dress in ways that revealed almost everything. The girl smirked and leaned against the bar, her arm pressing against her only creating more cleavage. (Y/N) took a deep breath and tried to remember how much bail would have to be if she killed the girl in red. You know, just in case.

   Dylan smiled as he neared (Y/N) and realized her- company. He became confused, not really remembering any other time when she would actually make company at bars where they performed. Usually, she either watched from near the stage, or sat at the bar and watched. He noticed (Y/N) looked slightly on edge, seeing her tongue in her cheek and wondered what the girl next to her did.

   "Hey." Dylan smiled as he got even closer to the two. (Y/N) smirked to herself and crossed her arms, able to hear the breath the girl next to her took as she began to speak.

   "Hey." The girl in red responded. Dylan furrowed his eyebrows, but didn't want to seem rude, so he relaxed his features, giving the girl a friendly smile.

  "Hi." He repeated for her.

   "You were amazing up there." The girl in red spoke in awe, making an effort to tap his chest. Dylan raised an eyebrow at his chest, looking back to the girl. "How long have you been drumming?"

   "Uh. . ." He cautiously started. "About 16, 17 years, maybe?"

 The girl giggled. "That's awesome. You're band sounded great, although, I will have to admit- I had a hard time focusing on anyone but you."

   (Y/N) licked her lips, attempting to hide her smile. Dylan awkwardly looked to (Y/N) and figured out why she had looked less-than-amused when he came over here. (Y/N) met his gaze and scrunched her nose up in a playful smile, before looking to the bartender and raising her glass in question of another drink. The man nodded, getting to work.

   "Uh-" Dylan scratched the back of his head. "We- we appreciate people listening, to our. . . music."

   The girl in red deflated a little when he didn't quite get her flirtatious comment, but quickly perked herself back up and readied another.

   "People like me appreciate a lot more."

 "O-kay!" (Y/N) smiled and clapping her hands once, turned around to face the two again. She looked to Dylan, tilting her head. "After that set, you have to be thirsty- drink?"

  Dylan nodded with pleading eyes. "Yes."

  The girl looked to (Y/N) in confusion, but had enough confidence to believe she could win over the drummer. The girl in red looked back to Dylan once more, pulling her most enticing look and making sure he noticed her gaze trail up and down his body.

   "I bet you're tired, too." The girl pouted. "You know, I live in a gorgeous apartment downtown. It has an amazing bed. Soft, comfortable. . . incredible box spring-"

   Dylan quickly began shaking his head, awkwardly laughing to himself as he scratched his jaw. "No, no, no- I, I have a girlfriend."

   The girl in red smirked as she leaned in. (Y/N) watched carefully.

 "What she doesn't know- won't hurt her."

    (Y/N) could not have been happier that she said that, actually.

 She smirked and turned directly to the girl, catching her attention. The girl in red raised her eyebrows, giving her a judgmental look. (Y/N) gave her a 100% fake smile and put her hands on her hips.

   "It's a good thing I know, then."

 The girl in red narrowed her eyes at (Y/N), before deciding against it and grabbing her drink, walking off. (Y/N) didn't really care where she went, she just hoped that she would stop gawking at Dylan now.

   "How often does that happen?"

 (Y/N) turned to Dylan with an amused smile at his confused expression. "Not much, but when it does- it's kind of fun."

  Dylan smiled as he shook his head, stepping closer to her. He wrapped his arms around her and titled his head, kissing the end of her jaw over and over. (Y/N) slightly rolled her eyes, doing her best not to be distracted by the amazing feeling of his lips on her skin. 

  "You don't have to kiss up. . ." She hummed, shutting her eyes momentarily. "I watched you turn her down."

   Dylan chuckled slightly, moving to her neck. "I don't know. I heard the drummer's been checkin' you out all night."

   "Has he?" (Y/N) breathlessly spoke, hands trailing to the back of his head, running her fingers through his hair.

   Dylan nodded a little. "I can only assume he was staring at your legs in these shorts. And the rest of you."

   (Y/N) smiled and used her hands to lift his face to hers, kissing his lips- which immediately responded. She pulled back and looked into his eyes, both of them smiling.

 "You know, tonight, I heard that drummers are really good with their hands. Any truth to that?" She wondered. Dylan licked his lips, shrugging a little.

   "You tell me."

  (Y/N) jumped when she felt a squeeze on her butt, widening her eyes at Dylan as he backed away from her, pointing to the stage.

   "Oh man, we're starting another set." He nodded as he laughed. (Y/N) shook her head, trying to contain her own smile.

   "Oh, you're in for it when we get home."

 "Ooh, exciting." Dylan winked, before hopping back on stage to his drums. (Y/N) watched with a soft smile, watching as Dylan completely dissolved back into the world of drumming, focusing instantly. She loved watching Dylan drum. It was memorizing and near therapeutic, listening and feeling the beats match with the way he went at the drums with the drum sticks.

   But, you know, she loved Dylan anyway.

   That wasn't bias, right?

A/N:

i had fun with this one

love you all so much!