Losers In Love ❁ d.j.h

• chapter four •

Four people.

Three men.

One woman.

And uh... Well, four shot glasses.

"This is fucking disgusting," Dinah Jane groaned, slamming hers on the bar counter with a frown. The rest of the guys were nudging each other and waving over the bartender for another.

"Uh, four more pickleback shots please!" Alex belched, seemingly overtaken by the effects of the alcohol already.

She couldn't help but watch them in disgust. Why did she agree to come to this bar again?

Their show in Houston ended with a bang, and to the band's surprise, all of their hard work was paying off. Tomorrow night they had their last show in Austin, and then they wouldn't be seeing Texas again for another damn near two months. Tonight was a preemptive celebration for what they were already claiming a statewide success, and so, drinks were on Clifton. Or at least that's what Ivan said on the way from the tour bus.

"Not to be the responsible one but, soundcheck's in the morning and Cliff will kill us if we're not back in time." Isley said over the music. Alex snorted, shoving into his shoulder. Ivan was too busy mumbling into some girl's ear to care.

DJ rolled her eyes and nudged her best friend. "I think I actually agree with you. Maybe we should sneak away after two more shots and let them find their way back to Austin by themselves."

Isley snorted. "Cliff will have our heads."

"Yeah. And that's exactly why we should do it. He manages us best when he's stressed, don't you think?" She grinned.

The black man's shoulders shook with laughter as he gave her a no. "If you say so. What about you, how are you holding up?"

The blonde looked over at the row of shots coming their way. With a grimace she took hers and clinked it with the rest.

"Well, I got to sign a pair of titties so things can't be that bad. I'm hoping things get more enticing than that as the tour goes."

The shot burned her throat, the vinegary taste of pickle and vodka swarming her senses. Even on the second time around, she couldn't stop the way her face scrunched up. She was almost too busy shaking the sensation away to feel the body sliding in the seat next to her.

The taller woman turned to the person beside her, a series of burgundy and blue just shy of being hidden from the dark. Her tanned skin gave way to round lips that were pursed towards a menu. DJ found her eyes roaming. The woman's thighs spilled onto the seat in her blue jeans. She smirked.

"Have you been sitting here this entire time?"

The opposite didn't even look up to respond. "I've been sitting here long enough to know that you don't like whatever you just had."

Dinah Jane chuckled dryly. "You like pickles?"

Brown eyes found hers. "Yeah."

She turned towards the bar, a lone shot remaining where Ivan was too busy to bother. She reached over the other two guys to grab it and held it to the person beside her.