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i blame alex.
It's not the big one you have to watch out for. Or, at least, that was the word amongst the paparazzi, passed quietly out of earshot of the band and their crew.
That didn't mean they didn't hear the rumors. The whispers reached the internet, of course, where Bugs spent an inordinate amount of time. He and Bruno had that in common, which meant that Bruno also spent an inordinate amount of time grumbling about how he wasn't the guy to watch out for. But he couldn't argue. He knew even better than the paparazzi that the guy to watch out for was his partner, Rudy.
Rudy was almost slight, compared to Bruno, and even in dark denim and a black muscle shirt - which was not his preferred uniform when given the opion of a nice, trim suit - he looked like he'd just walked off the cover of GQ Magazine. Bruno wasn't bad-looking by comparison (nor by any stretch of the term, really), but he had a knack for looking surly and intimidating, where Rudy generally looked pleasant, if bored.
Bruno was also no pushover. He worked out regularly, and along with the daunting image he'd cultivated when he'd gotten the job had come a fondness for kickboxing. Being a bodyguard wasn't just about looking fierce; Bruno was more than capable of keeping the swarming groupies and photographers away from the band. He was happy to, and Rudy was generally content to let him play the human barrier.
But when it came to protecting the boys from a serious threat, it was Rudy who had the edge. A part of his secret lie in the numerous varieties of martial arts that he'd mastered, but the real key to it, Bruno acknowledged, was Mike Webster.
Their guitarist - not their frontman, like most bands; that privileged position was reserved for their drummer - was the only person in the world who could wring a smile out of Rudy Miller. Bruno had asked Mike, once, what the trick to it was, and Mike just shrugged serenely. 'I just smile at him and he smiles back, usually,' he'd said, and a minute later, he'd proven it. It didn't have the same effect when Bruno tried it, so he'd given up.
Mike had a solid right hook. Bruno knew this from the time he'd remarked on a particularly hot groupie, who turned out to be Mike's kid sister. Ostensibly, Mike could take care of himself, and he had a hot temper that made it his inclination. That didn't keep Rudy's tireless eyes off of him, and it didn't, in Rudy's evident opinion, mean that he should have to.
Bruno and Boots were best friends, inseparable since their school days. They'd even fooled around, and Bruno had to admit he might not think twice about taking a bullet for his friend. (Not more than twice, anyway, and probably not until after the fact, but that was just Bruno.) But Rudy and Mike had something different, something deeply-rooted and inexplicable that gave Rudy a drive to protect Mike at all costs.
Or maybe that was just Rudy. Bruno wasn't going to pretend he understood the guy.
That didn't mean they didn't hear the rumors. The whispers reached the internet, of course, where Bugs spent an inordinate amount of time. He and Bruno had that in common, which meant that Bruno also spent an inordinate amount of time grumbling about how he wasn't the guy to watch out for. But he couldn't argue. He knew even better than the paparazzi that the guy to watch out for was his partner, Rudy.
Rudy was almost slight, compared to Bruno, and even in dark denim and a black muscle shirt - which was not his preferred uniform when given the opion of a nice, trim suit - he looked like he'd just walked off the cover of GQ Magazine. Bruno wasn't bad-looking by comparison (nor by any stretch of the term, really), but he had a knack for looking surly and intimidating, where Rudy generally looked pleasant, if bored.
Bruno was also no pushover. He worked out regularly, and along with the daunting image he'd cultivated when he'd gotten the job had come a fondness for kickboxing. Being a bodyguard wasn't just about looking fierce; Bruno was more than capable of keeping the swarming groupies and photographers away from the band. He was happy to, and Rudy was generally content to let him play the human barrier.
But when it came to protecting the boys from a serious threat, it was Rudy who had the edge. A part of his secret lie in the numerous varieties of martial arts that he'd mastered, but the real key to it, Bruno acknowledged, was Mike Webster.
Their guitarist - not their frontman, like most bands; that privileged position was reserved for their drummer - was the only person in the world who could wring a smile out of Rudy Miller. Bruno had asked Mike, once, what the trick to it was, and Mike just shrugged serenely. 'I just smile at him and he smiles back, usually,' he'd said, and a minute later, he'd proven it. It didn't have the same effect when Bruno tried it, so he'd given up.
Mike had a solid right hook. Bruno knew this from the time he'd remarked on a particularly hot groupie, who turned out to be Mike's kid sister. Ostensibly, Mike could take care of himself, and he had a hot temper that made it his inclination. That didn't keep Rudy's tireless eyes off of him, and it didn't, in Rudy's evident opinion, mean that he should have to.
Bruno and Boots were best friends, inseparable since their school days. They'd even fooled around, and Bruno had to admit he might not think twice about taking a bullet for his friend. (Not more than twice, anyway, and probably not until after the fact, but that was just Bruno.) But Rudy and Mike had something different, something deeply-rooted and inexplicable that gave Rudy a drive to protect Mike at all costs.
Or maybe that was just Rudy. Bruno wasn't going to pretend he understood the guy.