Axel answered his phone on the last ring, his breath loud in the speaker before he managed a reply. "If you're looking for a fuck, I've already got one tonight," he greeted. A little out of breath still, his voice came out hoarse, but more natural than his usual overly arrogant speech. Loud conversations sounded from behind him as well, music in the background as a couple nearby enjoyed themselves too much. He pulled his phone away after a second, actually looking at the caller ID when he didn't receive an immediate reply.

"Oh, it's just Harlan," he stated, his voice changing again to with superiority again. Most people couldn't stand that tone of his, even his own band mates at times, but those few people who managed to call him something like a friend at least knew the coy and ever fun player that he was a night. Smiling, Axel leaned forward against the leather of his couch to continue speaking. "I'm having a party at my house right now. Want to come over?"