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“Aww! It’s my big brother, the rock star!” Louise says too loudly and half-staggers toward me, wrapping an arm around my shoulder.
Definitely drunk if she’s being affectionate. I peel her fingers off me. “Good night, Looby Lou?”
She attempts to focus on me and pouts. “Don’t call me that. And yeah, apart from...” She glances at Cerys and suppresses a laugh, plonking herself in a kitchen chair. “Cerys had some fans.”
Cerys half-smiles and rolls her eyes in an exaggerated way. “Yeah, I’m just a magnet to sad bastards.”
I rest against the kitchen counter and watch them. In the Blue Phoenix world, drunk girls would be targets. I picture Jem stepping in and turning on his strange persona that has girls falling at his feet or into his bed. If Dylan were here? He doesn’t even need to try. He could ignore them all evening and still a girl would be on his lap by the end of the night. Me? Not now, but before Honey I’d watch and wait. A Blue Phoenix guy doesn’t need to wait long or do much to get a girl. In fact, I don’t think I’d know what to say to pick up a girl if I needed to, because I never do.
“Nobody caused problems, I hope?” I ask.
“I’ve dealt with sad bastards for years. Cerys is a bit out of practice, but I helped her fend them off,” says Lou.
“I can imagine.”
“What time is it?” asks Cerys, squinting at her phone.
“Oh! Three! Shit!” Louise rubs her face. “Will Ella be up soon?”
“Six if I’m lucky,” groans Cerys.
“Bad luck!” Louise veers out of the room toward the downstairs cloakroom.
Cerys regards me over the glass she’s holding, cheeks flushed and eyes swimming with the alcohol in her system. If she’s out of practice, she’ll feel like shit tomorrow.
Slumping back in her chair, Cerys continues to stare and it’s unnerving.
“You okay? Can I get you something?” I ask.
“Just wondering why you’re not staring at my tits anymore,” she says and smirks.
I raise an eyebrow. “Because that’s not appropriate.”
“ ‘Not appropriate’.” She mimics my words, “That’s not very rock star.”
“When I’m here, I’m not very rock star. Hadn’t you noticed?”
“Rock stars are hot,” she says with another drunken giggle. “Even you.”
“Thanks. I think.”
“No, no, no.” She waves a hand, frowning. “I mean even you, Louise’s big brother who wasn’t so hot when he was a teen.”
“Uh. Okay. You hung around the band enough back then.”
“I was a kid and it was cool to hang out with a rock band. Shame you forgot all about us when you left.”
“I never forgot. I come home when I can.”
She stands and steadies herself on the table. “When you became famous, I put pictures of you guys all over my bedroom wall. I was such a sad fangirl.”
“You were fifteen.”
“I fantasised about one of you coming back and whisking me away for the rock star lifestyle.” She includes a sweeping gesture with her arm, almost tripping over.
I smile at her drunken ramblings. “A lot of the time life isn’t so glamorous. Mum and Dad visit me in LA sometimes. You should come with them next time.”
Seems I’ve also had too many drinks.
