Red Flag

Chapter Fifty-three

Matt's P.O.V

After I finished my set, I said my goodbyes to the crowd and waved as they clapped while the curtains closed. Going backstage, I took the mic off and handed it to who I'd learned earlier was Harry.

"Thanks man" He smiled at me.

"No problem" I shook my head lightly "Hey, great work with the sound. Absolutely no feedback, I really like it when I can hear myself clearly" I joked.

"It's my job" He shrugged with a small laugh.

Making my way through the hallway I found my door and opened it to find Ryan sitting on the couch while on her phone.

"Security, there's a prostitute in my dressing room" I said quietly while poking my head out the door.

"That's rude of you" She said, glaring at me with squinted eyes.

"Rude of me to you or rude of me to prostitutes?" I asked as I closed the door behind me after walking in.

"You're so funny" She said in a mocking high pitched tone.

"That's why you're with me" I told her, walking up to her.

"No, actually what first attracted me to you was your southern accent" She said, placing her hands on my forearms and looking up at me.

"You mean the one that only comes out when I say words in which the first syllable contains an A?" I asked, knowing the answer was positive.

"That's the one, yup" She nodded with a toothy grin.

"Said the woman from Texas, whose accent only ever comes out when facing trauma or being around her father for too long. Which are strangely not the same thing" I joked.

"You're just on fire today, aren't you?" She rose an eyebrow at me.

"Sorry, I'll try not to bring work home anymore" I told her "Now, seriously. Are you feeling better?" I asked, running my right hand through her hair.

"Yeah, I just threw it all up..I think that sushi we had earlier was made with seaweed gone bad..." She said, placing a hand on her lower belly. Which set off the 'my girlfriend might be pregnant' alarm in my brain.

"Food poisoning by sushi. Those are some real bougy problems you have, Evans" I looked down at her "but, you sure it's just that?" I asked, glancing down at her lower abdomen.

"Yeah, I just feel a bit feverish but let's talk money now" She told me.

"Okay, how'd I do?" I asked.

"Average" She deadpaned "No, you were great. Very good joke to roast ratio, very quick with the jokes as always, and you made 4 women lose their confidence for at least two hours so...I owe you twenty" She listed.

"Nah, don't try to trick me, you said double or nothing earlier so you owe me forty" I gave her a look waving my index in her face in an accusing manner.

"That's what I get for not believing in you" She sighed fakely and reached into her back pocket for her wallet.

"Gotta have faith in my skills, babe" I laughed lightly.

"I know, I know" She shook her head at herself "But it one more girl in her twenties tries to trick you into taking your shirt off, she's gonna meet Liutenant Evans" She said, pointing at the closed door and referring to the girls who throw shirts at me in an attempt to get me shirtless on stage.

"Does Liutenant Evans wanna have diner with a humble country boy like me?" I asked making puppy eyes at her.

"She sure does, let's go cowboy" She put her hand out for me to grab it.