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to the bar. Cory leans in on the table signaling us to get closer to hear him. “Who’s babysitting tonight?” He gestures his thumb toward me. Oh, boy. They always get like this when we go out, and it’s annoying.
“What the hell, Cory!” I nudge him a little with my shoulder. “I’m a big girl. I can take plenty of care of myself.” I cross my arms and give him a scowl. “I guess I’ll fucking do it. Jared’s a little bitch so… He can’t do it.” Roger pushes on Jared’s shoulder while Jared is trying to take a drink of his beer. He ends up spilling a little on himself from the nudge that Roger just did. I’m pretending now not to listen to their “babysitting Sophia” conversation, and I take another drink.
Caleb and the rest of the guys, except Tristan, make their way over to our table. Cory scoots closer to me to let Caleb in; and Roger scoots toward Jared to let Dave, Ryan, and Gunner in.
This sectional booth is pretty huge. Not like the kind you see at some typical dining establishment. But even this is full capacity, with Caleb’s leg hanging over the side; and I’m practically on Jared’s lap. I look around at all the guys. I know, from being a fan, who the Undead Society guys are but never really was formally introduced. Let’s see. I know Dave is rhythm guitar. He has very long, light brown hair and is also covered in tattoos. Ryan is bass—kind of like my Jared—with the almost black hair styled a bit and is very thin; but he has more of a rugged look going on him than my baby faced Jared. And Gunner is their drummer. He reminds me of a Californian surfer with his dirty blonde, medium length hair. He also has tattoos, and has really nice fucking teeth, like they use his mouth as a model in some toothpaste commercial.
Caleb starts introducing them to me, and I already finished my first gin and tonic, getting ready for the shots we have sitting in front of us. I’m loosened up and not feeling so shy anymore. I lean over the table to grab my glass that has the lime wedge resting on top of it. “Ready, fellas?” I lift my glass. “To a successful first show and many more.” We all clink our shot glasses together and take our shots.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Yuck! I hate tequila! And the lime really does no justice, but I instantly start to feel the warm tingle that the alcohol is starting to do. This is great. We’re all laughing and talking. “So, Sophia, where are you guys from again?” Ryan asks while looking at all of us. Well, most of us since Matt’s not here; he’s trying to get some ass that’s sitting up at the bar, wearing the tight dress.
“Ann Arbor!” I yell through the noise of the music. Is it me? Or is the club playing it louder?
“Cool. So Michigan I take it?” He asks.
I lean toward him on the table. “Yes, sir. All of us are from Michigan. Where you guys from?” I smile at them, glancing at each one of their faces.
Ryan grabs his drink and says, “Pretty much all of us are from California, except Tristan. He’s from Wyoming.” Wyoming? Well that kind of makes sense. I mean, he’s the size of a tree and has that backwoodsman look going on. Yes, I can definitely see Tristan being from Wyoming. After Ryan takes another drink he nods at Roger. “So how did you guys get together?”
“College. Well, I didn’t go, but my roommate went. One night there was this party, and this little thing went on this makeshift stage and started wailing. It blew my fucking mind how good she was. So I approached her afterwards and asked if she wanted to start a band.” Roger’s face lights up from him reminiscing about our past. He went on saying, “I already knew Cory, and so we kind of just looked around on campus ’til we found these two fucks.” Roger nods towards Jared and the direction Matt was standing in. Roger begins laughing; and Jared started smiling, shaking his head at Roger.
“Cool.” Caleb says.
So we all started talking about our early band
“What the hell, Cory!” I nudge him a little with my shoulder. “I’m a big girl. I can take plenty of care of myself.” I cross my arms and give him a scowl. “I guess I’ll fucking do it. Jared’s a little bitch so… He can’t do it.” Roger pushes on Jared’s shoulder while Jared is trying to take a drink of his beer. He ends up spilling a little on himself from the nudge that Roger just did. I’m pretending now not to listen to their “babysitting Sophia” conversation, and I take another drink.
Caleb and the rest of the guys, except Tristan, make their way over to our table. Cory scoots closer to me to let Caleb in; and Roger scoots toward Jared to let Dave, Ryan, and Gunner in.
This sectional booth is pretty huge. Not like the kind you see at some typical dining establishment. But even this is full capacity, with Caleb’s leg hanging over the side; and I’m practically on Jared’s lap. I look around at all the guys. I know, from being a fan, who the Undead Society guys are but never really was formally introduced. Let’s see. I know Dave is rhythm guitar. He has very long, light brown hair and is also covered in tattoos. Ryan is bass—kind of like my Jared—with the almost black hair styled a bit and is very thin; but he has more of a rugged look going on him than my baby faced Jared. And Gunner is their drummer. He reminds me of a Californian surfer with his dirty blonde, medium length hair. He also has tattoos, and has really nice fucking teeth, like they use his mouth as a model in some toothpaste commercial.
Caleb starts introducing them to me, and I already finished my first gin and tonic, getting ready for the shots we have sitting in front of us. I’m loosened up and not feeling so shy anymore. I lean over the table to grab my glass that has the lime wedge resting on top of it. “Ready, fellas?” I lift my glass. “To a successful first show and many more.” We all clink our shot glasses together and take our shots.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Yuck! I hate tequila! And the lime really does no justice, but I instantly start to feel the warm tingle that the alcohol is starting to do. This is great. We’re all laughing and talking. “So, Sophia, where are you guys from again?” Ryan asks while looking at all of us. Well, most of us since Matt’s not here; he’s trying to get some ass that’s sitting up at the bar, wearing the tight dress.
“Ann Arbor!” I yell through the noise of the music. Is it me? Or is the club playing it louder?
“Cool. So Michigan I take it?” He asks.
I lean toward him on the table. “Yes, sir. All of us are from Michigan. Where you guys from?” I smile at them, glancing at each one of their faces.
Ryan grabs his drink and says, “Pretty much all of us are from California, except Tristan. He’s from Wyoming.” Wyoming? Well that kind of makes sense. I mean, he’s the size of a tree and has that backwoodsman look going on. Yes, I can definitely see Tristan being from Wyoming. After Ryan takes another drink he nods at Roger. “So how did you guys get together?”
“College. Well, I didn’t go, but my roommate went. One night there was this party, and this little thing went on this makeshift stage and started wailing. It blew my fucking mind how good she was. So I approached her afterwards and asked if she wanted to start a band.” Roger’s face lights up from him reminiscing about our past. He went on saying, “I already knew Cory, and so we kind of just looked around on campus ’til we found these two fucks.” Roger nods towards Jared and the direction Matt was standing in. Roger begins laughing; and Jared started smiling, shaking his head at Roger.
“Cool.” Caleb says.
So we all started talking about our early band
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