June 22nd 1994
"Alright lads," Noel started, "and lady - of course" he corrected looking to me with a smile which I giggled at, "we've finally done with all the hard bits so we can let loose."
"If we haven't been letting loose already can somebody tell me what the bloody hell Liams like when he's let loose?" Bonehead joked with the group which earned a chuckle from everyone except Liam who just rolled his eyes.
"In no time fellas we'll be the kings and queen of rock'n'roll." He said cheersing his drink with the lot of us.
We were back at The Fridge, celebrating the completion of recording the album, we were yet to name and Noel was to go back to the studio for the rest of the week to finish the mixing and editing, but as far as the rest of us were concerned it was done.
I downed my shots and stood up, "I'm getting a refill." I explained to them
No one really payed any mind as they were too busy getting pissed themselves.
I took pride in my style, I had grunge mixed with coquette mixed with streetwear and on multiple occasions I wore very feminine peices. Tonight I was wearing my jean skirt with a white tank top, I would've felt the need to change but there was no time seei bf as we just came from our studio. My brown hair was in a messy bun, slightly frizzy but what're you gonna do?
I left my thrifted leather jacket at the table leaving my arms bare showing the spaghetti straps. The outfit showed off my curves perfectly, in the British music scene at the moment women we very masculine and didn't wear feminine outfits, as seen with Justine Frischmann from the band elastica. So I enjoyed dressing feminine which is why I usually wore skirts. It felt refreshingly seductive. And I liked the attention I received for it.
"Another round of shots please, sir" I said to the barman, batting my long eyelashes.
"Make it four." A voice next to me interjected. I turned to see the familiar face of Damon.
"Well, well, well," I started, smirking, "how's it going Albarn?"
"All good, Grace." He cheekily smiled back, "I don't need to ask you based on how you're acting." He raised a brow.
"We're celebrating." I said before downing one of the multiple shits if tequila the Barman placed in the are in front of me.
He took one as well, following suit by drinking it all before speaking, "You with that Gallagher again then?"
"That 'Gallagher' is my band mate. And yes, the lot of us are here." I rolled my eyes picking up what is now my third drink of the night.
"Am I gonna have to worry about him stealing you away from me again?" He took the drink from my hands, chugging it himself.
I did the same with the last one, "I shouldn't think so." I smirked to him.
I asked the bartender for a vodka and coke and Damon asked for a gin and tonic, we got our drinks and he quickly dragged me to the back table where we were sat the week previously.
The lads were sat in the same order as the last time, they must come here often if they have their own designated order, I was greeted with smiles when Damon pushed me next to Graham again.
"Alright Hamstrid?" Graham asked, unsure if he got my name right or not.
"Yeah thanks, Graham." I smiled to the pretty boy.
"You best be careful bringing this one around after last time." Alex said lighting a fag and offering me one to which I took.
"What's that meant to mean?" I raised my eyebrow at his cheekyness.
This time Damon lit it for me, lighting his own in the process.
"I don't want your lad coming threatening us again init." Alex chuckled and Dave laughed along with him.
I felt a blush creep onto my face, "Liam int my lad."
"Oh" Alex said with a hum.
A tilted my head, "what?"
"You're just sleeping with him?" He puffed in and out his cigarette.
"It's not like that." I looked down to my lap, taking the smoke from between my lips. I knew exactly what he was insinuating.
"I get it," Damon butted into our conversation to stop the awkwardness that was soon to overtake the table, "given the chance I'd start sleeping with Graham."
The table erupted in laughter, thankfully.
"Fuck off you queer." Graham rolled his eyes at Damon antics.
Damon grabbed my hand, pulling me up, "come dance with me, we didn't get a proper one last night."
He dragged me to the dance floor just in time for the next song to start; The King of Rock'n'Roll by Prefab Sprout.
We both burst into fits of giggles out of confusion.
"What the fuck is this shit playing?" He wondered.
I grabbed both his hands and started swaying us to the music, "I don't know, but it's fun."
We spent the whole song giggling and making fun of each other's dance moves.
"What you lot out here celebrating anyways?"
I held up my finger to my lips in a hush manner, "we just finished recording the album."
His eyes widened and he raised his eyebrows making a "ooooo"ing noise, "seems like I've got a bit of competition. Anything I should be worried about?"
"Oh you better be worried," I warned him, "oasis are gonna be the best band in the world." I exclaimed making large arm gestures before falling into him.
We both laughed as he pulled me back to his table away from the crowded dance floor.
"Just in time I see?" He said once we reached the table.
On little metal plates were white powder much like the one I'd seen the week previous in the bathroom of this very club.
I watched as Alex inhailed it through his nose, quickly followed by Graham, Dave had his own tray which he was snorting from.
I saw damon pull out two fivers from his wallet, handing me one before rolling his own up and snorting some contents from Daves tray.
The four of them looked at me, wondering if I was going to do any.
"You alright, Hamstrid?" Alex smirked.
I looked to him with sad eyes.
"You don't need to if ya don't want." Damon reasssured me.
I composed myself quickly, "it's okay."
I arched my back over the table to make a show of it, knowingly exposing my underwear to Graham, Alex and Damon, and my cleavage to Dave.
I snorted a pre-cut line I presume Dave had put, copying what I saw the girls in the bathroom do, putting my finger to the other nostril and holding my head back as not to exhale any of the powder.
"How many you doing?" Graham inquiered.
I tilted my head to the man, "how many do you usually?" I said naively.
I heard Alex erupt with laughter as Dave chuckled and Damon smiled at me.
I made a sour face, a bitter taste filled the back of my throat and I gagged, trying to swallow as much saliva as possible to get rid of the unfarmiliar taste which reminded me of a gas station.
This was amusing to the boys also, "that's just the coke, it goes in a minute."
The rest of the night was a haze, I did only a few more lines with the boys and eventually I found Liam.
Me and Liam dance for a while, he seemed to be on something too. Maybe he'd done coke with the boys also?
Liam told me he'd be over at mine in the morning so we could go and meet NME at a cafe for an interview, that was before he abruptly left with a tall blonde woman who he couldn't keep his hands off.
Me and Damon found each other and spent the rest of the night together. I was blissfully unaware how much this night changed me as a person
