Come And Save Me, Tonight.

Don't Get Mad, Get Even!

I took one final look in the mirror, before I headed out to the bar. 

I changed into black leggings, my black studded boots, and my cut up bar shirt, which was aparently mandatory to wear when I'm on duty, but my boss Pete was so chill that he doesn't really care. I curled my hair with the wand, so it was like wavy and curly, and voluminous and sexy. I put a little extra make-up on, smoked out my eyeshadow, and winged my eyeliner, and for a little extra pizzazz, I applied my cherry red lipstick. I looked like a typical rock n' roll bimbo, but hey, I didn't really care, I was a bartender, and this is what I was expected to look like. 

I grabbed my pleather jacket and headed out the door, got into my car, and instantly blasted, of course, Aerosmith. 

'Fly Away From Here' was the first song that played, and I can remember a time when that's all I've ever wanted to do, but now that I have Steven, I feel complete, happy even. 

I pulled up to the bar, around 7:45 and checked my makeup in my rear view mirror one last time before I got out of the car. 

Pete's was the typical college bar, everyone that attended, or had friends who attended, USC came here for a drink on the weekends, or whenever one was needed. Everyone especially started coming when the word spread that I can make a mean cocktail. 

I walked into the pub, and took my place behind the bar as I clocked in on the screen, then walked off down a little hallway which lead to the main office where Pete could be found sitting at his desk, glancing over financial records. I poked my head in just to let him know I was here.

"Hey, Pete! Just letting you know I'm here, I clocked in a little early, hope you don't mind!" I giggled a bit. Pete was a gruff lookin' guy, in his mid 60's, a real old school biker. He had a medium length beard, tattoos covering his arms, and of course, only rode his chopper. I honestly don't think Pete's ever owned a car in his life, only his motorcycle. Dispite his hard exterior, Pete was the sweetest most loving man I've ever met in my life. 

"Hey, Mia! Nah not at all! I'll just be in here dealing with money," he chuckled, "But I'll probably be out soon for a drink!"

"Of course, champ!" I giggled and walked back to my spot at the bar. 

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I looked at the clock above the bar and it read 7:58, just then I heard the door swing open, and slam shut, while I saw the flash of lights, and what sounded like hundreds of screaming girls. I laughed because I already knew that Steven and the band had arrived. I tried to play it off cool, but I was so incredibly nervous about meeting everyone, so I just looked down, and began to make Steven a drink, on me. 

"Excuse me, beautiful, but I've never been to this fine establishment before, could you perhaps give me an opinion as to what type of drink I should order?" Steven gushed. 

"Here, I made you a Jack and Coke, you wise ass." I laughed, and placed the drink on a napkin in front of him. I came around from behind the bar, and hugged and kissed Steven. 

"Hi, love." He smiled and kissed me again. "I missed you."

"I missed you too," I giggled, "Now... where's the rest of the band? Are they hiding behind these handsome men?" I said pointing to Joe, and the rest of the band, peeking around them for emphasis.

"Ahh, look who's being the wise ass now," He pulled me to his side, snaking an arm around my waist, and kissed my cheek. "This is Tom Hamilton, Brad Whitford, Joey Kramer, and this crazy motherfucker right here, is my toxic twin Joeseph Perry." He punched Joe's arm playfully. I shook their hands and blushed. "It's wonderful to finally meet you guys, I'm a huge fan, and Steven's told me so much."