#javier interactions.

[moonrvier]

continued from here / @muiises

"Not great, huh?" he blinked at her, caught off guard for just a second, before a disbelieving laugh fell from between his lips. Sure, the review stung, but he was more amused than hurt now. No one had really said anything like that to his face. "Just what every artist wants to hear." He tsked, shaking his head once again, but his amusement was obvious in the way his lips were stretched into a smile. "I've had thousands of people cry to those songs, you know. A whole front row." And had thousands of girls screaming for his name, but his charm was lost on her, it seemed. "Oh, you think I'd do better with a career in comedy?" His eyebrow quirked as he regarded her. "Alright, so if you didn't like that, what impresses you, huh?"

[moonrvier]

continued from here / @wintcrstcrfall

"Touché," Javier said, touching his chin thoughtfully. He was used to girls throwing themselves at him -- an occupational hazard, he liked to joke -- and he would be lying if he said he didn't like the attention. In fact, most of the time, Javier would take advantage of his fame. He was still deciding whether he liked that his effect seemed lost on her. But it had worked in a way; she'd caught his attention precisely because she didn't seem to care. "Alright, alright, so this is the first time you've heard of us then." He gestured lightly with his hands, holding them up as if in defeat. "At least your friends have got good taste." His tone stayed light, teasing. She may not have known their music, but she was still a beautiful woman -- he wasn't above appreciating that. "Well?" he pressed, the beginnings of a grin on his lips. "Did you like what you heard tonight?"

[moonrvier]

open starter ft. javier lopez (30+, musician) open to: w/nb 25+ plot: javier is a rockstar and they meet at a party after one of his band's shows. he can't believe your muse is not a fan of his band. whether they are and are just mocking him or they really aren't is utp!

"No, no, no. That can't be right." The disbelief was evident in the way that Javier shook his head, his brows furrowed as he leaned forward, elbows resting against the edge of the table between them. "It's either a,--" he held up his thumb, counting off. "-- you've never actually listened to any of our music. Or b, you have no taste whatsoever." He shook his head once again, scoffing, before leaning against his seat with his arms folded across his chest. "If you're not even a fan, why'd you come to the show tonight?"