Take a Shot

Never caught your name

God my fuckin' head feels like I got hit with a sock full of quarters, what did I do (or who) last night? Begrudgingly, I open my eyes, to find myself on a stained couch of a thoroughly trashed apartment living room. Who's house is this, they need a maid and to do some damn chores, what a pig sty. I grabbed my shoes and tried to get the straps of my heels on quickly so I could sneak out. As soon as I started to stand up, that guy hairy blonde dude opened his bedroom door to walk some chick out. He walks toward the front door, but immediately freezes,

"Well, I know I had a great time last night but, uh I got band pract-" He said before abruptly stopping

"Wait, huh?" He extends his hands out trying to make sense of the situation. I hear a scoff from a different blonde, the girl he was about to walk out. The scoff was followed by something along the lines of "sleaze," well, there goes his chance of a second hookup. Though, I doubt he would've even called, judging by the way he was scooting her out of the house moments earlier. Once she had gotten out of the front door, the blonde shot her a glance with a furrowed brow, seemingly still drunk or high on whatever from the night before. In a quick snap, he almost yelled

"Oh! You're the girl from the night before at Rainbow, I'm Steven by the way!" the way Steven spoke was almost like a small child, hurried and excited.

"Yea, um I think I crashed on your couch last night, maybe I should y'know" I motioned toward the door "Copy that other girl and bounce."

"I know what you can bounce on," He said half-heartedly, "Kidding of course, unless you want to" he continued with a goofy smile, earning a light chuckle from me.

"Since you let me stay here last night I suppose a thanks is in order. So, thank you Stevie but I gotta get going"

"If you wanna thank me properly you'll: A. give me a kiss, or B. come to my gig at roxy. Two days, take it or leave it."

"Let's settle on the latter, but we'll see about A." I say jokingly and give him a wink before ducking out the door. Let's be honest though, I was not joking about A, he's cute I'll kiss him, maybe after a shot or two, I ain't that bold.

~ (Steven)

Dang I should've slept with her and not Kimmy or whatever her name was, I gotta get better with names. But I never got her name either, I wonder How far she's gotten. Quickly I stick my head out the door looking for the brunette. There she is!

"Hey!" she glances back slowing her pace ever so slightly, "I never caught your name babe"

"Pris." She hollers back, flashes a toothy grin, and then turns the corner.

~ (Pris)

As I walk down the strip to my apartment, I see some shady dude in a leather jacket and fedora make eye contact with me. His hazel-ish eyes look pretty fuckin' familiar as well as his long almost-black hair. For a dealer he's a looker, at least from the parts of his face I can see. When the corner of his lips started to curl up it kinda freaked me out. Probably should get out of here before I see how shady he really is. With that, I picked up the pace of my walking, determined to get the fuck out of there

Speaking of cute guys, that guy, Steven was a total sweetheart even if he is, in fact, a bit of a sleaze. Geez, should I actually go to his band's concert, what instrument does he play anyway? Not cocky enough for a singer, but not calm enough for a string instrument. That leaves drums, hey I don't mind getting tangled up with another drummer. If I'm losing pay for that though you bet I'm getting fucking wasted and hooking up with someone, plus they better be good.

Finally, I made it to my place and fiddled with my keys trying to get the door open. What I need right now is a hot shower and an Advil. I head over to my record player put on some Aerosmith, since my nuisance of a roommate ain't here I can blast it.

Once the warm water rained down on me from the showerhead everything from last night came back. Doing coke with T-something and dancing with that long-haired guy, but all the guys I met last night had long hair. And then I met Stevie and his fuckin giant of a friend at the bar. Since a shower is what it took to remember anything, I'd call it a successful night out on the strip. And it's pretty early so I don't need to cancel my gig tonight, yay more money for Pris!

After a hefty nap, It's probably a good time to start getting ready, I mean it's already 4 pm. I change out of my too-big Ramones T-shirt into a more suitable outfit for my work. A black, off-the-shoulder dress with ruching down the center catches my eye. It's about knee length, long enough for work, at least compared to the stuff I wear on the strip.

The sound of the door rattling and keys chiming fills the apartment, Keith is home. My roommate, Keith is a closeted gay man who lives with me, fairly obnoxious, and only listens to classical music. Not a very interesting person at all compared to other roommates I've had whatsoever. I can't afford to live on my own so he will do; the only non-related-to-me person that's lived with me that actually pays rent.

"Pris, I'm home all tonight so boy toys or loud garbage you call 'music." He hollered out knowing that I usually forget those "rules" he had. So what if I like to have fun? Of all people he should understand, I don't judge him when he leaves for a week and comes back smelling like someone else's cologne.

Scoffing, I grab my white pumps, and head to the bathroom down the hall. Usually, I'd try and get my hair big, but for work, an old Hollywood finger-wave look will suffice for my brown locks.