Did You Call Me Last Night Just Cus' You Couldn't Get Laid?
Chapter Thirteen
“I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR!” I shouted at Louis, rummaging through the draw that I somehow managed to keep my entire wardrobe in. There wasn’t room for a lot of clothes on tour so we tended just to wear what we were given.
“You’re only going to the bar, just wear a skirt or something,” He responded shrugging and chugging the last bit of his Jack Daniels, he sucked when it came to picking out outfits. We’d been drinking since a few hours before, preparing for the separate parties we were going to, so I guessed his advice would be useless even if he decided to give it.
Eventually I picked out what I was going to wear and went into the bathroom for a quick shower, taking my change of clothes along with me. It felt amazing to finally get some me time as the hot water pitter pattered onto the tile floor and onto my skin. I took my time to shave everything that needed shaving, holding myself in awkward positions to make sure I hadn’t missed any areas. When I’d ridded myself of hair I washed my entire body with a raspberry scented shower gel before stepping out of the shower and drying myself off.
Once my skin was dry and I was dressed, I headed over to the mirror to do my makeup. I patted my foundation onto my face, covering up any blemishes on my pale skin. I drew on cats eyes using liquid eyeliner and used an eyelash curler to extend my eyelashes, before applying two coats of mascara and using my finger to dab on some bright red lip stain. When I was satisfied I ventured out to get the all clear from Louis.
“Replace the vans for heels and you’d look like a hooker, and tuck the shirt in if you want to look sexy for Michael,” Louis told me as soon as I walked out. I knew he was half joking but I flipped him off anyway, quickly tucking my shirt in like he’d said.
“You know I’m joking right Lask? You look stunning,” He smiled at me.
“I know LouLou, I’m joking too, you got the time?”
“Yeah it’s like 9 already, you best get going!”
“Fashionably late,” I laughed before climbing down the steps and leaving the tour bus, ready to hit the club and get a few drinks down me.
The walk only took a few minutes so I ended up not being too late, although I was asked for ID at the door which added a couple seconds. Avenue Bar was crammed with people, some of whom I recognized and others who I didn’t. I could tell the majority of the men were in bands, probably playing on Warped, from the vast amount of tattoos and band shirts they all seemed to be wearing. A lot of the girls were wearing tight dresses and heels, so I presumed they were groupies, looking for a band guy to hook up with. I gave myself a mental slap for being so judgemental, although I was still pretty sure my judgement was right.
When I’d taken in my surroundings and downed a couple drinks I’d brought from the bar I began to scan the crowded club for Mike, pushing past people and wading my way through the crowd. Before long I felt familiar callused drummer’s hands on my shoulders, and I turned around to see him standing in front of me.
“Hey mik-” I was cut short by Mike’s lips clashing into mine, the lips that I haven’t felt in over two years. They were rough and tasted like stale cigarettes and whiskey, but I kissed back all the same, memories of our past flooding back. I let out a small moan giving his tongue a chance to slip into my mouth, dancing with mine as they fought for dominance. Eventually I gave in to him, letting him lead the kiss as he pulled on my hair slightly, forgetting the fact that there was people around.
After a few minutes he pulled away, giving me a chance to look into his eyes. They were glazed over, he was clearly drunk, but he couldn’t have been that drunk to still be that good of a kisser.
“God I missed that Lask... let’s get out of here, please?” Mike asked, his words slurring very slightly. His deep brown eyes pleaded at me to agree with him and I did.
“Alright,” I grinned back at him, following after him when he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the club.
“You’re only going to the bar, just wear a skirt or something,” He responded shrugging and chugging the last bit of his Jack Daniels, he sucked when it came to picking out outfits. We’d been drinking since a few hours before, preparing for the separate parties we were going to, so I guessed his advice would be useless even if he decided to give it.
Eventually I picked out what I was going to wear and went into the bathroom for a quick shower, taking my change of clothes along with me. It felt amazing to finally get some me time as the hot water pitter pattered onto the tile floor and onto my skin. I took my time to shave everything that needed shaving, holding myself in awkward positions to make sure I hadn’t missed any areas. When I’d ridded myself of hair I washed my entire body with a raspberry scented shower gel before stepping out of the shower and drying myself off.
Once my skin was dry and I was dressed, I headed over to the mirror to do my makeup. I patted my foundation onto my face, covering up any blemishes on my pale skin. I drew on cats eyes using liquid eyeliner and used an eyelash curler to extend my eyelashes, before applying two coats of mascara and using my finger to dab on some bright red lip stain. When I was satisfied I ventured out to get the all clear from Louis.
“Replace the vans for heels and you’d look like a hooker, and tuck the shirt in if you want to look sexy for Michael,” Louis told me as soon as I walked out. I knew he was half joking but I flipped him off anyway, quickly tucking my shirt in like he’d said.
“You know I’m joking right Lask? You look stunning,” He smiled at me.
“I know LouLou, I’m joking too, you got the time?”
“Yeah it’s like 9 already, you best get going!”
“Fashionably late,” I laughed before climbing down the steps and leaving the tour bus, ready to hit the club and get a few drinks down me.
The walk only took a few minutes so I ended up not being too late, although I was asked for ID at the door which added a couple seconds. Avenue Bar was crammed with people, some of whom I recognized and others who I didn’t. I could tell the majority of the men were in bands, probably playing on Warped, from the vast amount of tattoos and band shirts they all seemed to be wearing. A lot of the girls were wearing tight dresses and heels, so I presumed they were groupies, looking for a band guy to hook up with. I gave myself a mental slap for being so judgemental, although I was still pretty sure my judgement was right.
When I’d taken in my surroundings and downed a couple drinks I’d brought from the bar I began to scan the crowded club for Mike, pushing past people and wading my way through the crowd. Before long I felt familiar callused drummer’s hands on my shoulders, and I turned around to see him standing in front of me.
“Hey mik-” I was cut short by Mike’s lips clashing into mine, the lips that I haven’t felt in over two years. They were rough and tasted like stale cigarettes and whiskey, but I kissed back all the same, memories of our past flooding back. I let out a small moan giving his tongue a chance to slip into my mouth, dancing with mine as they fought for dominance. Eventually I gave in to him, letting him lead the kiss as he pulled on my hair slightly, forgetting the fact that there was people around.
After a few minutes he pulled away, giving me a chance to look into his eyes. They were glazed over, he was clearly drunk, but he couldn’t have been that drunk to still be that good of a kisser.
“God I missed that Lask... let’s get out of here, please?” Mike asked, his words slurring very slightly. His deep brown eyes pleaded at me to agree with him and I did.
“Alright,” I grinned back at him, following after him when he grabbed my hand and pulled me out of the club.
Notes
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5/26/14