Lucky You

[Nyx Riot]

He bounced into the venue happily, on sugar high even though he hadn't had any sugar. A smile was plastered on his face as he made his way to the very front, leaning his scrawny frame against the stage. Fort Minor was playing one last show in New York, and there was nothing that could have kept the twenty-one year old singer, screamer, and rapper away from Madison Square Garden. It was common knowledge that Nyx Riot loved Fort Minor.

Now all he had to do was survive until the show started. Which probably wouldn't be that hard to do, considering he was hyper as fuck and in a room full of people. He turned so he was facing the crowd and sat on the edge of the stage. The security guards just nodded lightly and waved at him, and Nyx returned the wave. He had been there so much he knew just about every security guard by name. He ran a hand through his raven black hair before looking at the people in the crowd, trying to pick out someone he knew.

[Gabriel Griffin]

Gabe pushed his way carefully past the people surrounding him. He'd been dragged to a Fort Minor show and his friend disappeared on him, leaving him alone at a show he really didn't even want to go to in the first place. He didn't know anyone here, and he really didn't even listen to Fort Minor enough to know parts of songs- he hated going to shows he couldn't sing along to. With a forceful push, he practically fell to the floor as he made his way towards the stage, grabbing onto the closest thing to him to keep himself up, which happened to be Nyx's leg.

"Sorry, mate..."

[Nyx Riot]

He was counting heads to see how many people showed up. He was proud of himself for getting to 1,589. Well, that was until something heavy was on his leg. Nyx blinked and looked down, giggling when he saw a man holding onto his leg. "It's okay," Nyxie replied as he offered his hand to the man in order to help him stand again. "Is chu okay?" Nyx was a friendly person by nature, so it wasn't much of a shock that he decided to start a conversation with this stranger. Or that he asked if he was okay.

[Gabriel Griffin]

Gabe took Nyx's hand and allowed himself to be pulled up to his feet. Fucking superman... He wondered if he should sit on the stage beside him, but a glare sent his way by a security guard made him decide against it. Instead he stood awkwards by Nyx, shoving his hands into his pockets.


"Thank you. I'm Gabe, by the way."

[Nyx Riot]

Nyx nodded and let his hand rest on the stage. "You're welcome," he replied as his smile came back. "You can sit with me, if you'd like. If they," Nyx nodded towards the security guards. "Say anything, just say you're with me." He drummed his fingers against the stage, counting each tap in his head. "Oh! I'm Nyx, or Nyxie. And no, I'm not a pixie."

[Gabriel Griffin]

Gabe hopped onto the stage, sitting beside Nyx and watching him drum on the stage. "No offense, mate, but I don't think you'd make a proper pixie anyways. You'd be a a right tall one if you were." Gabe nodded lightly as he said this and scanned the crowd, searching for his friend. The intelligent thing to do would be to phone him or text him, but the idea eluded Gabe.

[Nyx Riot]

He laughed and shook his head lightly. "That's what I always say!" Nyx replied happily. "But my friends still continue to call me a pixie. Guess it's coz I'm gay, but whatever." He still didn't understand how someone that was 6'1" could be a pixie, but oh well. He shrugged it off and absently played with one of his lip rings. "You like Fort Minor or did someone force you to come? Cause you kinda look lost."

[Gabriel Griffin]

"I really would have had no idea you were gay, mate." Gabe stated, sarcasm dripping off the statement. Call it gaydar, but Gabe was usually able to tell who was and wasn't gay. He gave up scanning the crowd for his friend and turned back to Nyx. "One of my mates dragged me, then pulled a disappearing act- so here I am. It's not that I'm not a fan, I just don't listen to them."

[Nyx Riot]

Nyx pouted slightly at the other man's words. It wasn't the words themself that hurt, but the sarcastic tone that the other boy used. He shrugged it off and resumed playing with his lip rings. "Ah," Nyx replied with a slight nod. "Well you can chill here with me if you'd like. I don't bite unless you're into that shit."

[Gabriel Griffin]

"Hey, I didn't mean anything by that, mate. I don't think before I open my mouth sometimes." He looked Nyx over a few times. He didn't seem like someone who would kill him or end up hurting him so he shrugged lightly. "Thanks, and no, I'm not into that shit. Well... kinda. I dunno. Nevermind, I'm rambling. So are you here alone?"

[Nyx Riot]

It was Nyx's turn to shrug at the other boys words. He was never really the type to get upset over words or anything. Nyx was pretty sure his hyper go-lucky nature was the big reason words never really affected him much. Whatever, he was over it. "It's cool, I'm not upset or anything," he replied with a smile.

He watched the British beauty with curiosity shining in his bright blue orbs. He was oh so tempted to start 20 questions, but decided against it. Nyx figured prying would be bad and didn't want to scare his hopefully new friend away. "Yeah," Nyx said with a slight nod of his head. "None of my friends really enjoy going to gigs, or they're always busy, so I get stuck going alone." He shrugged it off, not really caring if he was ranting or giving away too much information.