The Incredible League of Goth Pizza Haters (RH)

Part 50

---Sylvia---

I collapsed back on Ricky's couch and sighed. It was soft and wonderful and my feet hurt all to hell. A week had passed since Nick and I became friends again and several things had unfolded since.

First of all, we'd played the shows at the club and gotten paid. It was Nick on drums, Mark and Cody on guitar and me on vocals and keyboard. Both times were fun, and we made sure to have fun with it. Most of the crowd was heavily intoxicated and had a great time.The second time we played there, Mena, Chris, Ricky and Balz all showed up. We played an encore at the end and afterwards we said our goodbyes and left. It was the last show we ever played as a band. 

The next day I received a call from my lawyer. He gave me the court date and them some advice on what to say if I was called up and set a time to meet and talk in person. He said that he'd already spoken to Meg's lawyer and she was actually willing to testify against him. She'd just recently been released from the hospital. 

When I relayed all of this to Ricky he offered to let me stay until all of that was resolved. He said he didn't mind and I paid him about a third of my saved money in advance. 

This made me think about money. YouTube was paying me a decent amount of money to live off of, but definitely not enough to buy a house or something. I needed to save up money and get out of everyone's hair. I knew where I could go to be hired. Or, technically re-hired. 

I buried my feet into the cushions of the sofa and let out a lengthy sigh. It was nearly eleven and I was beyond tired. Ricky emerged from his room and flopped over the top of the couch and onto the cushions.

"How was your day?" he asked, rubbing my leg. I'd been working for three days and giving him daily updates on the drama that went down. The work scene at red Lobster was a low key version of Grey's Anatomy. Except without the spontaneous sex. And instead of people they were cutting into seafood.

"Lily only dropped one plate today and Jace didn't see it so she didn't get in trouble. Julia is still being a hoe for tips and grilled cheese man recommended all the waitresses wear skirts. He said business will, and I quote, "rock the world.""

"Mm. So how are you feeling?" he asked, inching his hand up my leg to my thigh. I knew what he wanted. I knew his angle.

"Tired, honestly. I've been on my feet all day." He nodded and crawled over top me to kiss my cheek while sympathetically rubbing my shoulder. 

"I missed you today." he said, reaching up and brushing the hair from my face. "Have I mentioned how gorgeous you-,"

"Oh my god, here's your fucking leftovers." I sat up and reached behind the front of the couch to pull out a bag contained three black boxes while he sat a grinned like an idiot. 

"What is it?" he asked, sitting back. 

"There's shrimp and fries and steamed broccoli."

"Hell yeah. Did you get the spicy sauce for the shrimp?"

"I didn't know what sauce you liked so there's three different kinds."

"Thank you." he said, taking the bag. I closed my eyes for a tired moment while he cracked off the lid to one of the sauces and submerged a semi cold shrimp inside. "Really, though. You are gorgeous, even when you smell like seafood."