Six years ago, college chums Kirk, Lars, James, Dave, and Cliff graduated from San Francisco State, their whole lives ahead of them. Then Cliff died in a tragic accident, and the group fractured; James crawled into a bottle; Dave formed Megadeth; and Kirk and Lars found solace in each other.
Now, when an invitation to James’ wedding arrives in Kirk and Lars’ mailbox, they see a chance to reestablish ties with their old friend and meet his new beau, Jason. So Kirk and Lars make the road trip to Arizona, hoping to spend a wild weekend with their college pal, but they’re not prepared for the massive personal changes James has made: he’s ditched the all-night drinking parties, disavowing alcohol entirely, and he lives in a massive desert mansion thanks to his corporate sponsorships as a NASCAR driver.
It’s a lot to take in, and when Dave joins the party, caustic and bitter in the wake of divorce, tempers flare and old tensions rise to the surface.
AU. 1996. Selling forged artwork isn’t the life Kirk thought he’d have at thirty-three years old, and he’s looking for the exit.
So when he meets famed postmodern artist Lars Ulrich, Kirk has a problem on his hands. Because Lars is sweet and funny and charming, and he has no idea that Kirk’s been selling forgeries of his work.
But Lars knows someone’s ripping him off, and as the two grow closer, it’s a matter of time before Kirk’s dangerous secret comes out…
There’s no goddamn way Lars will let fate determine his life. He’s always chosen his own course, diving headfirst into music instead of his family’s tennis legacy. He’s never let anyone tell him how Metallica is supposed to sound, act, or think.
So being born with a predetermined soulmate naturally annoys the fuck out of Lars. But he’s done his best not to let it bother him. After all, what were the odds he’ll ever meet the one person on earth with the same stupid mark?
And then Kirk showed up.