I tried to look surprised. "A member of the band? Like who?" I fought the urge to add "Gene Simmons?"
"I don't know! Paul Stanley sounds like he'd be a gentleman like that. He wouldn't let a couple of thugs near a pretty girl like you."
"Thanks Lid, but he definitely wasn't Paul Stanley." She didn't know how fucking close she was."
"Don't tell me it was Gene Simmons?"
There it was. There was no way in hell I could brush this off without smiling like an idiot, so I let out a snort of fake laughter. "Please. He couldn't care less. He's got fire to breathe and girls to sleep with. It wasn't a member of the band anyway, though that would've been pretty fun."
"Pretty fun? That guy must have really gotten to you, (_____). Before yesterday, you'd've been dying to meet the band."
"As every fan is, yes."
"Until mystery man came along." I smiled a bit, thinking again of how sweet Gene was. Then I caught myself. I wasn't seriously falling for him, was I? I couldn't actually fall for him. I wasn't a groupie, I was a strong, independent fiery woman. Who... maybe could do with a fiery man, too. Come to think of it, the groupies probably didn't see the same man I saw. All they probably saw was his tongue. With that mindset, I guessed, it was okay to like him. At least a little bit. After all, I'd thought he was kinda hot before he'd told me his name.
"Do you even know his name?"
"Yes I do. But I'm not saying a word."
"What?! Why not?"
"Because I'm not ready for you to send out our wedding invitations!"
"Shoot, I had a really nice font picked out," Liddy laughed. "Seriously, I won't tell anyone! C'mon..."
"Noooo... just let him be mine for a little bit. Let things... stir up. All we're doing is flirting, we haven't gone on a date or anything..."
"Yours, huh? You reallllly like this guy. Well, at least tell me his name before I meet him."
"Deal," I said, and with that, we left the bathroom.
I was still exhausted, but looking much more awake after my mini makeover. I started off with the usual, greeting customers, bringing people drinks as they took their time ordering. The first few hours were pretty slow, but around nine, business kicked up. I was in the kitchen, refilling a pot of coffee, when Liddy burst in, grinning like crazy. "There's a party of four at table 5. They're asking for you, (_____)!! I bet it's your stranger from last night. This big, tall looking one asked, as soon as he got in, if you worked here. He's got that nice hair you told me about--well, actually, they all have nice hair. They'd probably fit right in at a KISS concert and-" "WHAT?!" I choked out, almost dropping the pitcher and spilling hot coffee everywhere. I hurried out there, thinking I'm too tired for this.
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charisma
Fanfictionpast the pyrotechnics, under the makeup, kiss's demon is kind of a sweetie! and a huge flirt.