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As I leave the room to meet up with the guys, I find that Atlas is wearing jeans, a black long-sleeved tee-shirt, and black eye liner with his shit kickers, and I bark out a laugh in amusement. I took so long fiddling with the cock cage that they are completely ready to go.
Even Mav is wearing about the same in a pair of dark wash distressed jeans, a hunter-green shirt with the sleeves pushed up, and combat boots. I’m glad we’re all showing our true colors today.
“Did you think we’d dress up for this girl?” Mav chuckles darkly. “The bar we’re meeting at is just down the road. We can easily walk, which we planned when I gave the bar name to Jordan. It’s just a quick meet and greet. Who knows, this is how I met Lennon from theDarkest Nightsyears ago.”
“I wish I’d met her as a scared little girl,” Atlas says. I don’t know what the story is there, but I know they used to be really tight with her. Toured with that band for years.
Whatever, I have no business pushing, so I don’t. We all have our ghosts.
“Let’s get this over with and meet her,” I mutter, grabbing my room key. I really don’t plan to be there long. Maybe I will catch a nap before these two insist on bar hopping again.
Together, we walk out of the room and lope through the hotel lobby. No one pays us any mind, which is exactly how I like it, unless they’re screaming my name at a concert. There’s a degree of separation there, and I’m riding the high of performing.
It’s just different.
The walk to the bar isn’t long, the sun already gone from the sky. Wind tears through my hair, but I’m not bothered by it. The pinch of the cock cage is worse than this weather could ever be.
“I forgot to tell you something,” Mav says, throwing his arm around Atlas.
“Oh?” he asks, waiting.
“Draven is back on his bullshit and is wearing the penis prison,” Mav tells him.
Bollocks. That’s not what it’s called. Asshole.
“Yes, please refrain from making out in public to keep me from getting hard,” I say sarcastically. Opening the door to the bar, I’m surprised it’s fairly busy. Possibly regulars, I refuse to believe that people go out of their way to discover dive bars. “Do we know what she looks like?”
“You looking for someone?” a bouncer asks, brow raised. He’s clearly checking identification, but I haven’t needed mine checked in quite a while. We also don’t plan to be an issue.
“All I know is that she’s got dark-blonde hair and will be wearing a dark blue dress.” Mav shrugs. Ugh, that could be halfa dozen people. “Oh, she’ll be wearing a bracelet that has a single musical note on it apparently too.”
How cliche. Straightening, I realize I’m prepared to hate this girl. No matter what she looks like, how well she can perform or sing, she won’t be good enough.
Even I can agree that that’s not fair. Damnit, why do I have to grow a conscience at the oddest of times? Pulling on my big boy undies, that I’m actually not wearing, I decide to give her a fair shake. If I decide to hate her after, then so be it.
“Alright, let’s go find her,” I say with a forced smile.
Mav looks at me funny, and I realize I probably look silly. I don’t ever do amiable. Dropping the smile, my eyes scour the area. There’s a girl by the bar with gorgeous blonde wavy hair, but there’s a man leaned over her, chatting. Hmm, that can’t be right…
She’s the only one wearing a blue dress, though her long, tan legs take center stage in it. My dick decides to perk up, making me hide a wince.Down boy.
“Think it’s the girl down at the end of the bar?” Atlas asks, his gaze taking her in with interest. I didn’t know he could be interested in a girl. Hmm.
“I think it might be,” I agree. “I don’t see anyone else in a dark blue dress. It looks like she’s with someone though?”
“Jordan may have told her to bring someone with her. She looks kind of, I don’t know, young?” Mav grunts.
“We’re going to see if she’s a good fit for the band, not your cock,” I tease him. Mav flushes, making me fist pump inside. It’s rare that I can rile either of them up, so they’re moments I treasure.
Crossing the bar, I tap her on the shoulder. The most stunning blue eyes look up at me, making me swallow hard. “Excuse me, love. You wouldn’t be waiting for us, would you?”
“The label didn’t give me names,” she says with a husky laugh. Her voice reminds me of really good liquor. Dark and smooth.
Damn… I’m rooting for you to be able to sing now.
“Is this her?” Mav asks. His deep voice makes the girl shiver and her breath hitch. I’m in his line of vision, so neither he, nor the girl can see each other.
Her boyfriend cranes his neck around to look at Mav, and appears to pale. What the fuck is going on?
