"So... who are you with?" The burly security guard steps forward, barring your way.
"I'm with the band," you say, your voice loaded with suggestiveness, and it doesn't go unnoticed.
He raises an eyebrow, taking in your too-tight dress and cherry red...
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I open one eyelid, squinting at the bright sunshine that's blazing through the windows as harsh as a laser beam.
"Ahh shit..." I curse, trying to lift my pounding head off the pillow but immediately letting it sink back down.
The sensation is like someone has taken a sledgehammer to my skull, and my tongue feels as dry as a stiff piece of cardboard in my mouth.
What the fuck was I drinking last night?
It comes back to me in a swirl of stomach-churning nausea. Gin, beer, wine, shots of something unidentifiable that makes me shudder when I recall knocking them back like water.
"I'm never drinking again!" I grumble into my pillow, which I know is a lie before the words have even left my lips, but even so, right now I'd gladly never touch a drop again.
I close my eyes, determined to get more rest, but now I've roused from the depths of sleep I know that I'll find it hard to drift back off. And that bloody sunshine! Even with my eyes screwed shut it's scorching my retinas.
Why didn't I just close the curtains last night?
It comes flooding back to me then... my little balcony liaison with Johnny. Nothing more than a kiss, but the recollection spreads a huge grin on my face. He resisted at first, but it didn't take much persuasion before he was down here in my arms, kissing me eagerly. That was until... LARRY!
My smile slips right off my face as I remember his disapproving looks. He's so sure that me hooking up with any of the band members is going to cause some kind of catastrophic rift within the close-knit band but that's just ridiculous. It's not like I'm looking for anything serious anyway, I just want a bit of fun.
I sigh to myself, reluctantly dragging my aching limbs out of bed and heading for the shower. I'm thankful that my aunt has let me stay in her spacious spare room with en-suite facilities. It's not quite the luxurious set-up that I have at home but at least I'm not having to share my shower space with the boys.
Mind you, I wouldn't grumble if Johnny were to slip in here with me right now.
I close my eyes and tip my head back, letting my mind run away with me for a moment, imagining Johnny's lean naked body under the spray, his dark curls damp around his face as he pressed me up against the cool tiles and leant in for a kiss...
"Bells! Be...lla! Wakey wakey!" Larry's booming voice comes from outside my room followed by a harsh knocking sound. I'm surprised I can hear him all the way in here with the shower on. He's got a right gob on him.
I ignore him, but he carries on. "Mam's got breakfast on the go! Don't take too long or Bondy'll eat it all!"
Once I'm out of the shower I dry off and wrap my hair in a towel, slipping into a pair of panties and some denim cut-offs, and a strappy top. I look in the mirror, appraising my reflection. Hmm... I really should wear a bra with this top... never mind. I apply a small slick of lip gloss and tousle my damp hair, heading for the kitchen-diner.
