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“Stop worrying about me. Honestly, I need a night out with you guys. We haven’t done anything with just us and before you know it we will be back on the road.” I say and I partly mean it.
We talk for a while longer, but he hangs up when Poppy calls him. I really hope he doesn’t tell her where we’re going, because I need this night. I need to clear my head of Brooklyn. I call Ethen and Ralph and they both agree to meet up tonight.
After I take a much needed shower, I go sit on the roof with a cup of coffee, my pen and notebook. Jotting things down has become my own private sanctuary. Most times these random thoughts are turned into song lyrics. With my head all over the place, I figure this is a great time to get some creative juices flowing.
It doesn’t happen often, but every once in a while, I can write page after page. That is exactly what is happening now. None of it makes sense, it’s just thoughts, but I’m happy with the amount I got written. I have no doubt that I can look back at this and collectively we will be able to come up with an amazing song. A slow smile spreads as I sit back and glance at the notebook once more.
After spending most of the day doing nothing, but writing and eating, it’s finally time to get ready to go out. After showering again and changing into my Rolling Stones t-shirt and ripped jeans, I run my fingers through my hair and just let it dry. Tucking my wallet into my back pocket and grabbing my phone, I go wait for the car service to get here.
As soon as the call comes that they’ve arrived I make my way down. When I get into the lobby, I smile at the security guard, Joe and he nods his head. He never makes a big fuss about me and I appreciate that. He treats me like he would anyone else and sometimes that’s exactly what someone wants. Unfortunately, as soon as I step outside, the paparazzi are waiting there like the vultures they are. I’m blinded by their flashes. They scream my name, trying to get me to look at them, but I know better. I just get into the car and the driver closes the door. He gets in and takes off before the paparazzi even have time to get to their cars. More than likely they know where I’m going, but security at ‘Train’ is tight against those fuckers.
I call the guys when I pull up and Ethen is there waiting, so I get out and head to our table, right in front by the stage. Reaching the table I grab my chair and turn it, resting my arms on the back. “Hey, what’s up?” I ask, looking around at the crowd.
“Hey man. A lot of fans here tonight and some fucking hot chicks too. Just prepare yourself, because they’ve all been waiting for you,” Ethen replies, sipping his beer and wiggling his eyebrows.
The waitress comes over and takes my drink order. She stands with her leg purposely touching mine and normally I don’t care, but tonight I’m not here for that. I’m here to get trashed with my friends. I ignore it and after taking my order she leaves.
“Christ, you’ve been here all of a minute and that waitress is ready to fuck you,” Ethen says, shaking his head.
“Jealous?” I joke and he flips me off.
Ralph and Nate walk over with a beer and sit down.
“What’d we miss?” Ralph asks almost spilling his drink while turning his head to follow a chick.
“Nothing, just got here,” I say and my beer and a round of shots are placed in front of me. I pass them out and hold mine up. “To the best damn friends I could ask for,” I say and slam the shot back.
Shot after shot, we’re definitely starting to feel the effects. The fans have been coming up to us and snapping pictures, which I don’t mind, but damn I’d like to have more than a three-minute conversation with the guys before we’re interrupted again. I’ve got women sitting on my lap snapping selfies and guys having their friends snap a picture of us.
“I’m going to hit the dance floor. There are some fine ass ladies that look like they could benefit from my attention,” Ethen says and finishes off his beer. He gives us a wink and gets up.
“I need a few more drinks before I get out there,” Ralph says and I agree.
Even with the music pumping, the alcohol swimming through my veins and the energy vibrating through the place, my fucking mind drifts to Brooklyn. I start to wonder what they’re doing tonight. Are they out doing something or just hanging out at Poppy’s? I start to wonder if she’s thinking about me the way I am her and a tap on my shoulder breaks my thoughts. I’m thankful for the interruption, until I see who it is. The girl that bought me a drink the other night. No thanks.
“Hey Fitz. I was hoping I’d run into you,” she says, pushing her fake tits close to my face.
“Hey,” I say and turn my attention back to the guys.
“Would you like to dance?” she asks, not at all getting my subtle hint.
I turn my head and a bright red smile meets me. I’m not even remotely attracted to her, I have no idea what the difference is between now and the other night, but I can’t believe I almost fucked her. Her long bleach blonde hair, dark eyeliner around her dull brown eyes and flowery scent, do nothing for me this time around. “I’m having a night with my friends, so I’m going to pass.” Ralph and Nate just laugh as they watch me try to get out of this one. I stand up and for a second she gets excited. “I’m going to the bathroom. I assume you’ll be gone when I get back.” I’m an asshole, but how much clearer should I have made it?
When I get back to the table, the guys are laughing and I sit down to listen in. “She wanted to come and I was like, probably not a good idea,” Nate says, laughing.
“Who wanted to come?” I ask and toss back another shot.
“Poppy. She and Brooklyn are at some other club and I guess they’re getting pretty trashed. She called saying she wants me to meet her in the bathroom,” he says and we all laugh.
“She won’t listen. It’s fucking Poppy, she was probably on her way here when she called,” Ralph says, and damn it, he’s more than likely right.
Needing another drink with just the thought of seeing Brooklyn, I wave at the waitress and she shakes her head, knowing exactly what we need. When she drops off more shots and beer, I toss them back quickly and notice the guys laughing. “What?”
“You nervous or something man?” Ethen asks, kicking his feet up on the chair next to him.
“I need to be nervous to get drunk now?” I shake my head and realize how drunk I am.
“I fucking hope not,” Ralph says and glances at the dance floor. “It’s time,” he says and jumps up.
