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“The thing the guy said. Remember?”
With no clue what he’s saying, I indicate the door. “Let’s go.”
Unsteadily, Jax heads across the balcony with me. “I’m a rock star,” he repeats.
“Yes, Jax, you’re a rock star.”
A slow grin spreads across his face as he stops and throws his arms in the air. “I’m a fucking rock star!” The movement destabilises Jax and he trips sideways; missing the chair, he attempts to steady himself on.
The drunk rock star falls to the floor and laughs, and lies back and stares at the sky.
“I’ll find somebody to take you back to the hotel.”
Jax doesn’t respond, and I walk away laughing to myself. I’ll find somebody else to sort him out, my night isn’t finished yet.
5
JAX
Somebody hammers nearby, banging into my dreams. I squint open an eye. Unfamiliar bed, mattress hard against my aching back, the detergent scent of the sheets strange. Hotel room. The banging intensifies. I grope around for my phone on the table next to the bed, and remember I threw it across the room because the damn thing wouldn’t stop ringing.
I sit.
Jesus, my head.
The rhythmic thud on the hotel door continues. Spilling out of bed, I head over to answer.
“What?” I snap as I yank open the door.
Will, far too perky for a guy who I swear drank as much as me last night, steps back, appraises me in my boxers and shakes his head with a small smile. “Dude, you look like shit.”
“I’m tired. What do you want?” Unimpressed, I head to the mini-bar and pull out a bottle of water.
Will follows and crosses his arms over his chest, bright green eyes meeting mine. He matched me in drinking last night; why doesn’t he look like crap too? Although I’m pretty sure that’s bite marks on his neck.
“Jax, it’s one p.m. You’re late for the sound check.”
I freeze. “Shit. Really?”
“First gig on a European tour with Phoenix and you’re in bed! We have shit to do, man.”
I spot my jeans by the end of the bed and grab them. “Fuck. Sorry.”
“What the hell happened to you? Since when can’t you handle your booze?” Will sinks onto the end of the bed. “Or your women.”
Before we went to the club, at the hotel bar, I knocked back more beers than I realised, distracted by Tegan and later by the prospect of a celebratory night. The night before Ruby Riot opens for Blue Phoenix on their European tour.Blue Phoenix. Unreal. Must’ve been the champagne. I never drink champagne. Yep, definitely that. I rub my head.
“Where’re Nate and Ruby?” I ask.
“They’ve gone ahead to the venue. I’ve spent half an hour calling you and gave up, came here to haul your ass out of bed.”
“And the Phoenix guys?”
Will pulls his lip piercing in his mouth and glances around the room. “Dunno. Haven’t seen them. No chick with you?”
“No.”
“That’s right you couldn’t stand up.” He laughs and claps me on my bare shoulder.
