"So... who are you with?" The burly security guard steps forward, barring your way.
"I'm with the band," you say, your voice loaded with suggestiveness, and it doesn't go unnoticed.
He raises an eyebrow, taking in your too-tight dress and cherry red...
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AN: Sorry it's taken me so long to update! Thank you to anyone out there who's still reading xxx
There's an incessant pounding in my head and I let out a pitiful groan as the layers of sleep slowly and painfully fall away. I'm not ready to face the world yet so I don't even bother trying to open my eyes, I simply screw them shut even tighter and smush my face into the pillow, trying to chase sleep. Fragments of last night drift in and out of my semi-conscious mind, a mess of jumbled emotions fuelled by far too much alcohol. I remember the gig, downing cocktails with Lisa and dancing with Van, then running out of the bar in tears after over-hearing the cruel comments from those girls.
Ughhh... there's no way I'll be able to get back to sleep now. I'm annoyed with myself for letting a few throwaway comments affect me so deeply. I'm usually quick to brush off negativity, my skin thick enough not to care what other people think. Maybe this time it just hit a little too close to home. It's crazy how one minute you can be on top of the world and the next you can be well and truly in the gutter... quite literally in my case. I wince as I shift my legs and feel the sting from the gashes on my knees.
"Morning love, how's the head?"
I jolt in surprise, my eyes flicking open in an instant to see Johnny lying right next to me, eyes hooded with sleep and bed-tousled curls spread out on the pillow.
"I think I might be dying," I mumble back, letting the events from last night trickle back as I try to recall how we ended up like this, sleeping together all cuddled up like two peas in a pod. I'm not on the couch in the lounge where I'd set my bed up yesterday and a quick glance around tells me that I'm likely in Johnny's bunk. A hazy memory of me pleading with him not to leave me to sleep alone further confirms this.
"You were pretty hammered last night," he says, a lazy smile playing on his lips as he props himself up on an elbow. "You were lucky you didn't end up with more than just grazed knees really, you could barely walk!"
I groan and bury my face back into the pillow. "Don't remind me... I bet I made a right tit out of myself!"
He chuckles softly, shifting to drape an arm over my waist. "Nah, you weren't too bad, I'm only teasing. You were just a bit wobbly, that's all... and I was here to patch you up."
"My saviour," I laugh, pushing my body a little closer, my hips gently knocking into his. "Whatever would I do without you?"
A loud clattering noise suddenly erupts from somewhere on the bus and I freeze, nerves fluttering in my chest. I'm at once reminded of Jack's unnerving presence and it stokes my unease at the thought of spending three weeks cooped up on the bus with someone who makes me feel decidedly uncomfortable. I just hope that I'm over-reacting and he's not actually a bad person after all, my recollections could well be blurred by the amount of drinks I consumed last night.
Another loud clatter sounds out, followed by the sound of heavy footsteps. The fridge door gets wrenched open and then slammed shut a moment later. I hear some muttered curses.
