It's dark as the music begins to play, a simple riff to start out, the sound of a boot tapping on the stage as a dark violet spotlight slowly begins to glow on Zaethaes, who cracks a wicked grin at the audience. "I like to live a little, I like to drink a little, I like to smoke a little….." As his voice purrs out the lyrics, he kicks his boot off the amplifier it was resting upon to walk from one side of the stage, clad in skin-tight leathers, hugging his thighs and riding dangerously low on his hips, golden and violet glitter decorating his torso under a loose, fishnet shirt. knee high boots thudding as he stalks along the stage the other way.
Fingerless gloves clad hands ghost over the strings of his guitar as he trods the other way faster, this time, to lean down and wink at the audience there. "I like to rush a little, misunderstood a little, We're all the same a little." As he comes center stage again, he arches into an undulating motion, lewdly, behind his guitar, his wide grin flashing his tongue barbell, which was glowing in the stage lighting. "Some where just born to be bad!" As his ears pull back and his hips pop with each word, his voice carries through the club. "I got it bad-bad-bad."
As he raised his hands for a moment, encouraging the crowd to join in, clapping his hands over his head with the beat for a moment, before setting back into ripping on his guitar as he stalked from one side of the stage to the other. "Don't tell me what I should do, or say, Cause I wanna do it my own way!" He flicked his tongue out as he near growled out "I don't give a fuck, what you think, what you say, I got a bad reputation~"
He winks at those closest to the stage, swiveling his guitar so that it looks like he's shooting each one with it, while they, as the good little trio of absolute fangirls that they appear, each squeal as he targets them. "I got it bad-bad-bad." As he skips to the other side of the stage his boots pound the rhythm. "I got a bad reputation." His hand lifts to flick that pierced tongue between V-shaped fingers. "and I got it bad-bad-bad!"
His hand jerked to the side, as if shaking the dice, tossing invisible dice forwards. "I rolled the dice a little, I let it ride a little.." He raised his hand to his head, flicking his ears back and 'pulled the trigger' at his temple with fingertip and thumb. "Out of my mind a little." He swung his guitar around his back, still playing, acting as if his hands were bound. "I'm like a lion, I'm chained" The guitar swung back forwards as he rolled with the motion. "I like the finer things." Hand trailing along one leather clad thigh before he smacked it as he spun to strut to the other side of the stage, motioning towards the bar. "Sipping on wine, I'm singing I was just born to be bad!~"
Spinning again he swayed his snug clad rump to the music, tail high and swaying with it, accentuating the curve as he played the guitar -at- his drummer. "I got it bad-bad-bad!" As the song continued his hips were swaying back and forth as he teased the audience and his fellow band members both, his lopsided grin accented by dark lip-stain causing his bright smile to pop all the more in the lighting, which flashed and swirled, changing through various hues of blue and violet, images just phased out playing on the screens behind the band.
"Don't tell me what I should do, or say, Cause I wanna do it my own way. I don't give a fuck, what you think, What you say~" This turn had him dropping to his knees as his fellow guitarist on stage picked up the melody, while he knelt center stage, his body moving with the music as he seemed to make eye contact with various members of the crowd. "I got a bad reputation" His hands clawed along the stage, his guitar slung across his back as he crawled to the edge, grinning at each that dare come close enough. "I got it bad-bad-bad…" A sly grin as he paused for several in a row, leaning in and singing with them oh-so-closely as his hips swayed behind him, on all fours like a true animal. "And I got it bad, bad, bad….. And I got it bad, bad, bad….. And I got it bad, bad, bad….."
He popped back to his feet, stepping backwards away from the edge of the stage as his hands slid along his torso, teasing that sheer shirt upwards, and the waistband of those already low slung leathers just a touch lower along that happy trail. "I got it bad-bad-bad!" The song cut off as the lights shut off, leaving the crowd in the darkness, cheering and carrying on in the band's wake.
