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Billy’s in line at a nightclub that’s frequented by bands from out of state while he’s on the phone with Finney, “Okay, so, Bruce is getting tickets to the band ‘Zipper’ don’t ask, I know it’s a bad band name. But the opening lines are The Cure and Wheezer, so do you wanna go?” Billy asks before he gives his name to the bouncer. “ Yeah I’ll go, do they have a surprise guest this time?” Finney asks, he can hear shuffling on the other side of the line, probably Finney getting into bed. “yeah, no idea who though,” “Okay, I’ll talk to Bruce about it when he gets home. Have fun!” “Byeee,” Billy replies, hanging up.
“You can go inside,” The man says, Billy nods with a smile and thanks him. He ignores the stare he gets from the lady behind him when he’s let in, he recognizes her from somewhere but he can’t put his finger on it so he discards the thought for a later time.
He can hear the squeak of his shoes against the floor near the bar when he goes to order a drink, he grimaces a little at the noise. When he takes a seat at the bar and pulls out his phone, he’s making sure his boss hadn’t texted him before he left the office, and he hasn’t. He tucks his phone away with a sigh of relief before he faces back towards where the bartender’s already standing in front of him. “Oh hey, could I get-” “This is from the gentleman over there, if you wanna order something after you drink this, you can. And no, he didn’t spike it. It’s freshly made,” The bartender says, handing him what seems to be a rum and coke, it’s his drink order, but who would know that?
And also, might he add, he only goes here with Bruce. And Bruce is at a modeling gig, so who-
He glances to where the bartender had pointed and he sees a male with slightly overgrown curly blonde hair, he’s stunning, and he can see that he’s wearing a black long-sleeve undershirt under a white t-shirt. It looks good on him. Maybe a bit familiar, though.
He pulls his eyes away when he feels a tap on his shoulder, it’s another blonde with long curly hair. “Oh my god,” Billy says, trying to stay calm and not squeal. “Hey?” The boy he knows to be Vance Hopper says. “Oh my god,” Billy repeats, he looks back to the boy he was previously looking at he realizes he was staring at Griffin Stagg. “Dude, are you okay?” Vance asks with a small chuckle. “Yeah,” Billy squeaks out.
Vance takes a seat next to him and orders himself a drink Billy’s never even heard of, Billy drinks some of his own drink, trying to get just an ounce of liquid courage. “You’re Billy Showalter, right?” Vance asks, giving the bartender fifty with a small smile. “Yeah.” Billy replies, mouth dry and throat hoarse. “You did the interview with Beyonce, right?” Vance asks, taking a sip of his drink. “Mhm.” “I loved it, I’ve probably watched it like thirty times, you do great interviews.” Vance compliments. “You’ve never done an interview none of you have,” Billy states, referencing Vance, Griffin, and Robin. “Oh, I guess you’re right. How’re we still relevant?” Vance replies with a small laugh.
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Finney’s awoken the next morning to Billy barging into his room with a coffee and chocolate croissant in hand, coming to tell him all about the night he had last night. Finney’s barely awake when he’s being informed of all of Billy’s conversations from last night. “Wait, so during all of this, did you ask for an interview?” Finney asks worried Billy forgot to ask the most important question he could’ve asked. “Well, yes, but-” “Okay, good. I don’t care,” Finney says, interrupting Billy in the process, continuing to drink his coffee and snack on his food.
“Robin was there,” Billy tells him, “Tell me more,” Finney replies, ever so eager to hear more about his childhood best friend.
“..I got his number as well, I mentioned you and he went bonkers, ready to shoot into a monologue about how much he misses you. But he has your number,” Billy says, drinking his own coffee. “Oh, is that the unsaved number that texted me?” “Probably,” “Alright, well I have to go head to work. I’ll see you later.” Billy says, getting off of Finney’s bedroom floor and pressing a quick kiss to Finney’s forehead before starting on his journey back out of the room.“Okay, love you!” “Love you!”
Finney opens up his phone to respond to the message from who he presumes to be Robin.
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Incoming and outgoing messages to: Robin
[5:34AM] Robin: Omg heyyyy
[8:49AM] Finney: Hey sorry, Billiam just made me wake up, how’re you?
[8:56AM] Robin: OmG bAbE yOu CaRe AbOuT mE?!??!
[8:57AM] Finney: Not anymore 😍🥰🫶💪
[8:59AM] Robin: Oh 😭😔
[9:01AM] Finney: Anyway how’ve you been? Since you DIPPED OFF THE FACE OF THE EARTH??
[9:02AM] Robin: You mean when I started showing up in the news? And on apple music? Spotify?
[9:02AM] Finney: Bro what crimes did you commit?
[9:04AM] Robin: IM IN A BAND YOU UNCULTERED SWINE
[9:08AM] Finney: WHY WOULDNT YOU JUST SAY THAT
[9:09AM] Robin: Anyways don’t listen to my music please, I’ll get you concert tickets if it means you won’t backstage passes too bbg
[9:11AM] Finney: Damn you be spoiling me
[9:12AM] Finney: But yeah, please, get three of each though so I can bring my friends.
[9:12AM] Robin: On it darling
Robin has changed Finney’s name to Darling
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Finney jumps when Billy barges into a room the second time, “This look good?” Billy asks, gesturing to his clothing. “Yeah, who’re you trying to impress?” Finney raises an eyebrow, it’s a bit more… Better, than what Billy typically leaves the house in. “I don’t have work today, anymore, so I was gonna go hang out with Alice,” Billy answers, picking one of Finney’s jackets out of his closet. It’s actually his, but Finney claimed it after one time he was convinced to leave the house after five pm. “The one from class?” Finney inquires, she isn’t his… Absolute favorite, but he won’t control Billy’s choices. “Yeah,” Billy replies, putting the jacket on. “Okay, have fun. I’ll talk to you later.”
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the guitarist ✓ @ popstarrobin
Guitarist of @Zipper and I (don’t) exclusively post about music. follow our tiktoks: @Zipper & @RockBin
21 • Leo • musician • he/him
62 Following 7.1M Followers
the drummer ✓ @ HopHopBitch
Drummer of @Zipper. (my manager hates me for my user sm, love you Dave!) don’t fucking @ me I will purposely ignore you. I’m the eldest, and yet I still get NO respect.
he/him | 23
6 Following 6.7M Followers
the singer ✓ @ GriffinStagg
Lead Singer of @Zipper Stream “Pick up the phone” on All Platforms and follow our youtube: thezippers (Dave, please let me change it I beg) also I have the most followers as of late, surpassing Robin over there. I’m proud of myself.
he/they • 22
342 Following 8.1M Followers
Billiam ✓ @ paperboy
Writer for @BostonPaper, I do interviews on yt, check the pinned link (P.S. I don’t do scripts, it is on the go okay)
22 • he/him
1.5k Following 1.3M Followers
bruce yamada ✓ @ BruceYamada
Model, and college student! I don’t use Twitter often, but when I do I am extremely active for 13 hours minimum before not opening it for at least six months <3
21 • he/they
214 Following 939k Followers
the guitarist ✓ @ popstarrobin
Vance is gonna hate me, worth it tho lmao <3
the drummer ✓ @ HopHopBitch
I can see what you post you dumb bitch
the drummer ✓ @ HopHopBitch
Dave just called me, he’s mad I’m online bullying Robin again.
the singer ✓ @ GriffinStagg
Fucking imagine, couldn’t be me
Billiam ✓ @ paperboy
Just realized I can’t shitpost about certain people anymore </3 (brb crying, throwing up, and screaming)
Griffin lets out a laugh when he sees Billy post, “Whatcha laughing at, Stagg?” Vance asks while being muted on the phone with their manager. “Oh, uhm, nothing,” Griffin responds, straightening up and tucking his phone away in his pockets. Typically he would have had a snappy reply to the use of his last name. “Mhm,” Vance hums with a smirk before unmuting and continuing his conversation with their manager.
Griffin logs into his private account and likes Billy’s post before following him on it “Okay, Dave, we’re in the studio, we’ll see you soon. Bye!” Griffin says, grabbing Vance’s phone and hanging up.
“You’re going to get us fired,” Robin shakes his head at the other two. “You literally gave away like five grand worth of tickets and backstage passes,” Vance replies, putting up his hair while staring at Robin with the ‘Are you being serious?’ look he just oh so loves to use on him. “...We’re not talking about me right now,” Robin deflects, shrugging off his jacket and setting it on one of the chairs.
“What city are we going to be in next?” Robin asks, smiling down at his phone. “Somewhere in Florida, or is it France? Not the country, obviously, like somewhere in there, y’know?” Vance replies, scrolling through his Instagram feed. “Oh, could we cancel that?” Robin asks, typing something on his phone. “We could try and land another show here, stay for another week,” Vance suggests. “What do you guys have against Florida, it can’t be that bad,” Griffin says, starting to google recent Florida news. “You sheltered bitch,” Robin stares at Griffin, you think after being in close quarters with Vance and Robin for, what, two years, he’d be less… How do I say this lightly, oh yeah! Stupid. He sighs before warning him he might not want to do that. “Why- Oh my god,” Griffin says, covering his mouth and moving his phone further back from his face.
“Oh my god, is it the one about the dude who was upset by nearby construction and shot a vehicle?” Vance asks, going up to Griffin’s side to get a peek at the phone. “Ooo, or the one who jumped into a river to avoid authorities after leading them on a chase?” Robin asks through his fit of laughter. “Why’re people so dumb in Florida?” Griffin asks, continuing to scroll through recent news stories. “Don’t know, where’s Dave by the way?” Robin replies.
“Wait one had sex with a stuffed Olaf? In target?” Griffin asks, clicking on a news article and reading a few paragraphs aloud before scoffing and shutting his phone off. “Oh yeah, that one is a doozy, if I’m ever having a bad day I just look up Ohio news or Florida men,” Vance says, clicking his tongue before dialing Dave’s cell. “Okay then..” Griffin trails off, nodding while he turns to Robin.
“Is it too late to abort him?” Griffin asks Robin, there’s no volume in fear of Vance overhearing but Robin snorts nonetheless.
the singer ✓ @ GriffinStagg
Robin looked me in the eyes, and said “Well, maybe the new followers are because you act like a whore as of late” like, I’m sorry you pull NO BITCHES, but maybe, just maybe, stop taking this anger out on me.
the guitarist ✓ @ popstarrobin
Replying to @GriffinStagg
I’m sorry you have to act like a whore to get followers.
the drummer ✓ @ HopHopBitch
Replying to @popstarrrobin
ACT??!!? Nah, man, Griffin IS a whore.
the singer ✓ @ GriffinStagg
You post one photo of you in a skirt when you’re out with Donna, and suddenly you’re being called a whore. At least I have confidence to make moves.
the drummer ✓ @ HopHopBitch
Replying to @GriffinStagg
Moves?? Silently buying someone a drink then not talking to then doesn’t count, sweetheart.
the singer ✓ @ GriffinStagg
For everyone who has a crush on Vancey Wancey, he’s single. Please take him.
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Billiam ✓ @ paperboy
I’m not crying you are.
Billiam ✓ @ paperboy
WHY CANT I HAVE ONE THING, THIS PERSON HAS A BOYFRIEND
Billiam ✓ @ paperboy
Wait nvm, crisis averted.