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You had set aside the night to go and support your friend Pepsi at a show she was playing. Maybe Punk wasn't really your style of music, but you still felt like you should support your friend and it's not like you had anything going on that night anyways. Being the door-buster that you were, you parked outside of the building about an hour before the show actually started. It was a dingy dive bar type building, with a window or two covered by cardboard and duct tape, broken bottles galore and something that looked like a condom on the floor...You figured you should get inside before some hobo decided to pick you out and badger you for some cash, so you jogged up the steps and opened the doors to the venue. People were drinking and chatting, while some of the bandmembers playing there were setting up AMPs and microphones, the occasional squeal of feedback piercing the room whenever someone clumsily bumped into it. Many of the folks there had very 'crustpunk' attire on, which only made sense for the environment that you were currently in. After a moment of taking in the room, you walked deeper in and passed a few people on the way to the backstage area, which is where Pepsi wanted you to meet her so you guys could chat a bit before the music started.
It was darker backstage, but you were still able to make out Pepsi's figure. You recognized the mouse's greasy blond hair, combat boots, jean cutoffs, and a shirt with the sleeves ripped off that was washed one in a blue moon. You padded over to her, but she noticed you first and set down the guitar that she was tuning. You went for a fist-bump, but she went in for bear-hug...which would've been awkward if the two of you hadn't been in the same situation almost every single time you guys tried to hang out. The two of you hugged for a moment before she pulled back and slugged you in the arm playfully, speaking up in that raspy tone you had heard many a time.
"Dude, you're early by a whole hour! Jesus, don't you have anything better to do? Ah, whatever...I want you to meet someone!" Pepsi grabbed you by the wrist and practically dragged you to someone who was standing in the corner of the backstage area. The person was covered by some shadows until Pepsi grabbed him by the wrist too and drug him out, eliciting a small "Eeek!" from the new person. The person stood there, already sweating bullets even though he hadn't even spoken to. His fur was white and messy, eye shadow around his eyes and his attire was made of an ACAB t-shirt, jorts, and combat boots like Pepsi. Speaking of Pepsi, it seemed she had to speak for the new guy! "Meet Mollie, he's my new bandmate. he's punk as FUCK."
Right as Pepsi was about to continue talking about Mollie, her phone began buzzing loudly. She grumbled and mumbled something under her breath, excusing herself and walking away. Mollie called after her in a soft voice, saying something about not knowing you. Mollie realized that it was just you and him now, and he began to shift uncomfortably on his feet, looking like he about to either bolt or start crying. You realized that Mollie most likely wouldn't be the one to initiate conversation with you, so you needed to start it first! So to start, you asked him:
'So...how long have you and Pepsi been hanging out?'.
That question didn't seem to relax Mollie even in the slightest, but he looked a tiny, miniscule more amount willing to answer your question. Mollie took a deep breath in and adjusted the collar of his shirt before finally answering you.
"U-Uhm....about a month? I think? She said she needed someone to p-play bass and....uuhhhmmm...I play b-bass. So...yeah..."
You nodded and tried to respond in a calm quiet tone, because you could tell that Mollie was very nervous about social interaction and people in general. The two of you continued talking about Mollie's hobbies or things he liked, and through that you managed to find out he liked: old videogames, punk culture, the color purple, camcorders, and movies from the 90's. Once you got Mollie to open up a bit more, you found out he really was sweet guy that had a lot of interests and ambitions in life...not to mention he was pretty cute too! You wanted to attempt something a little risky, something daring and a real coin-toss of an action...you stepped close to Mollie and ever-so-slowly pressed your fingers to his, seeing if he would open his hand and let you hold it. Mollie stiffened up immediately and let out another soft noise of surprise, yet he didn't move his hand away. That must've meant something, right?
"W-Wha..? What are you doing?"
Mollie said softly, the physical contact something he had never felt in his life. He did like you, but he didn't want to say it outright...the two of you had just met! What kind of person confesses their feelings so early after meeting them? God, it was such a confusing thing for Mollie, and he found himself starting to overthink about what he should do. Should he pull away? Should he just go for it? His ears pressed back against his head and his tail began to flick back and forth like a nervous metronome attached to his butt. It took all of his willpower and mental fortitude to just do it, you only live once...only one chance in life, so why should you waste it on watching chances pass you by? So, Mollie reached and fully committed to tangling your guys' fingers together. Mollie still looked nervous as he held your hand but that tension in his shoulders dissipated like smoke in the wind, and he stepped closer to you...just close enough you could smell his...perfume? It was a nice flowery smell mixed with a little bit of sweet vanilla. You could feel Mollie's thumb tracing over your knuckles in small circles, but as the two of you were getting a little bit too cozy in public...Pepsi walked back and informed Mollie that they were up in just a few minutes! She looked down and saw your hands in an embrace, and a small smirk came to her face, but she didn't anything. That teasing would come up later, when Mollie wasn't around! Mollie looked over to your face, then down at your hands before sighing and reluctantly letting go to get his bass guitar. But before he went up on stage, he leaned in and said softly to you:
"After the s-show...lets uhhh...hang out more."
He turned and went up the stairs to the stage, giving you a warm look over his shoulder before getting up in front of a crowd of about 40 people. You could still feel Mollie's hand on yours, and it gave you a warm fuzzy feeling in your chest. You walked out from backstage and joined the crowd, where some people were headbanging and others were moshing...but you looked up onstage and saw Mollie, playing that bass just a little more confidently than before...
He really was "Punk as FUCK".