Back in the Saddle with Steven Tyler

Scotch

I walked excitedly to the harbor boat yard and waited patiently for him to show up.

"Where the fuck is he?" said Bree. "He said he'd be here five minutes ago"

"Chill out Bree. It's only 8:50." I shot at her.

"Yeah but he said he'd be here right at 8:45. Where is he? What if he forgot? Then we won't have any alcohol. This is so fucking stu-" Bree's endless rambling was cut off by Jake rounding the corner. She can be really annoying sometimes, but I love her to death.

"Hey Jake." Bree batted her long eyelashes at him. "Were kind of in a hurry, so can we get a move on here?"

"Yeah whatever" said Jake. "You owe me 10 bucks. The shine was 6. The whiskey was 4." "Plus shipping and handling." He nagged.

I fished my money out of my pocket. I shoved a five dollar bill in his hand and jabbed Bree in the ribs. It was her idea to go out after all, so she could pay the rest.

"Here" Bree snapped. She didn't like to give up money.

"Catch you guys at the Barn I guess?" Jake said.

"Hell yeah" said Bree in her sexiest voice, automatically lightening up at the reminder.

We watched Jake disappear slowly and began to get ready.

"How's my hair?" I asked Bree, genuinely concerned.

"Looks hot!" she said. "Did my fake tattoo smudge?"

"No it's fine!" I told her. I glanced at myself in the side mirror and sighed. I sarcastically jabbed Bree in the gut. I smirked.

"Let's get going before I change my mind"

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We got to the Barn right on time and were met at the door by a tall and rather obese man. Shit. This guy is never gonna let us in. We look like fucking high schoolers. Bree and I timidly made our way to the man. I opened my mouth to speak but didn't get a word out before-

"ID's please!" The man's voice boomed loud.

"Hello Mr. Brown" said Bree. "Your son Jake invited us here, do you know where we can find him?"

I rolled my eyes. What the fuck. I knew this was gonna happen.

"Jake's not here right now, but he will be eventually. Do you girls want to sit out here and wait until then?"

"Not really" I boomed. Okay, so sometimes I can be a bitch, but only when its brutally necessary. We might never get this opportunity again.

"I guess I can let you in" said Mr. Brown. "For a small fee. This is a club, you know"

I grabbed my money out of my pocket and shelled out a five dollar bill. Bree did the same.

"Come in ladies, enjoy yourselves. Jake should be here soon." Said Mr. Asshole Brown. Five dollars to get into a damn club? Seriously? I could buy almost a whole tank of gas for that.

Bree and I walked into the dimly lit club and sat down at the bar. Out of her bag she pulled out the moonshine and the bottle of whiskey. "Take your pick" She enticed me like a snake in the Garden of Eve.

"Whiskey" I said confidently. I was always one for scotch. It tasted like home. It tasted earthy. Like the woods we lived in. It tasted like comfort. I popped the cork and poured myself some. I gulped down a swig and felt it burn all the way down to my throat. So. This is what the barn was like. I looked around quietly drinking in the scenery, and of course whiskey. The band that was on stage wasn't all that great, but lucky enough for us, the set list was almost over.