50 shades of Pickles

Ch.2

The Klokateer opened the door to my bedroom. I was greeted by a dark red gothic design and matching furniture, like something you would see in a medieval castle.

The Klokateer left me to wash up and prepare myself for dinner. I walked slowly around the room, grazing my fingertips across the satin curtains and black metal accents across the room. I opened a metal door to my bathroom and gazed in wonder at an entire black marble interior. It was gorgeous.

I put my belongings away and put on a red dress. I glanced at my watch. 5:30. Dinner was in 30 minutes. I decided to walk around my new home and see what there was to do. I walked back to the recreation room where I remembered seeing a television.

I turned the corner from the hallway and felt myself suddenly collide with someone, my phone flying out of my hand. "Oh fuck... s-sorry about that." The redheaded drummer stammered. "Let me get that for you."

He placed my phone back into my hand and gazed into my eyes. I swore I saw a blush creep across his face. I decided to brush it off. "You're Pickles, right? The drummer?" He grinned "Yup. That's me. Although it's probably hard to tell.. I'm not behind my drums."He joked, clearing his throat."You wanna head to the rec room? I can make us a couple of martinis. We can show up to this thing tipsy if we try hard enough." he laughed.
You shuffled you feet awkwardly. "I should probably try to maintain a professional appearance," He looked down, almost regretfully."Yeah.. of course." He sounded embarrassed. Did that mean he was hitting on me?

My next move was intentional, but far from professional. I wanted to get close to him.

"But..I would love to do it some other time. Getting to know you all could prove resourceful." You smiled at the balding drummer. "Yeah, sure." He laughed. "Just try not to get too close to Murderface. He's gonna take it the wrong way."

He chuckled and led me into the living room where the other band members were getting wasted. "Hey guys. Bri's gonna chill in here with us. She's pretty cool, too." The drummer winked at you, igniting something sinful from your core. You felt weak in the knees.

"You know, on second thought, I'll so think I'll take a drink."

This was going to be a long night