Angels

Chapter 2: Nightmaradeen

Ash is taking me to a bar/club where 'Nightmaradeen' will be playing tonight. She wants to use tonight as an opportunity to look as hot as possible to catch Matt's attention. She say's having a hot friend like me with her improve her chances. Something about pack mentality. Whatever. I cried most of last night, so I arrived to work with puffy eyes and a red nose. It went down by noon when I got off my shift. I work in a high-end restaurant as a bartender mixing cocktails.

 I make some killer tips on top of my actual wage, so I can afford my share of the bills. The last thing I need right now is to be more of a burden than I already am. I unpacked the last few boxes of my things when I got back, some old family photo's, some metal band and movie posters on the wall, my jewelry box, my books to fill my bookshelf, my DVD's, games and CDs, along with my make-up to go on my vanity area. I put away the rest of the clothes Ashley bought me yesterday. She got rid of all the baggy clothes that I wore while I was with Mike whilst I was asleep, so I have no choice but to wear them.

She keeps telling me the best way to move on is to eradicate all influence he had on my life at once so I can move forward. She's closed up shop early so that she and I can spend extra time looking as sensual and sexy as possible tonight. I don't want to be sexy tonight, I want to be drunk.

I stop writing when I hear Ashley calling me from the bathroom. I walk in and she's moisturizing her body intensely while brushing her teeth, wrapped in a towel.

"I've run you a rose and vanilla bath," she said, "there's vanilla spice shaving cream, shave everything it'll help you feel sexy. I'll leave the rose and coconut oil body lotion out for you. Apply it liberally, especially on pulse points after soaking for 30 minutes!"

I sigh. There's no point arguing with Ashley when she get's like this so I merely comply. As I soak in her love potion bath, she keeps coming in and out to talk to me about outfit options, perfume choices, how she should style her hair, how should she do her make-up. By the time I've moisturized and stepped out of the bathroom, she's decided on a fitted, strapless bodycon dress and is fussing over her obscenely large makeup collection. 

"Let me," I say firmly. 

I blow-dry her hair and apply hairspray to make it look like she's just rolled of bed after having sex, I lightly spritz her pulse points with a spicy perfume and emphasize her blue eyes, with earthy tones and apply a tinted lip balm to her lips.

She looked at herself in the mirror and said, "You're a god damn makeup genius."

"No, you just overthink everything," I smirk, heading to my room.

She follows me and uses my mirror to apply her mascara and asks, "What are you wearing? You'd better put on good lingerie like I have, it helps with confidence."

I roll my eyes and pull out the only sexy bra I own, a black lace push-up that is way too small since I gained weight. I put it on and Ashley shakes her head, "I have a good bra that'll fit you, I've lost a tonne of weight since I joined the gym so a lot of my bra's don't fit because they're too big. You're more voluptuous than I am and you have massive boobs."

I fold my arms over my chest and she continued, "I'm going to guess you're a 30 G at least, the bra I have is a 30 E, still a little small but as it's a push-up, your tit's will look amazing!"

"Is this necessary?" I asked, uncomfortable.

She comes back with a red lacy bra and matching panties along with a bottle of vodka and shot glasses.

"Yes, you need to embrace your femininity," she exclaimed, "it'll improve my chances with Matt tonight!"

I sigh and she pours us both shots.

"Pre-game?" I asked.

"Pre-game! And fuck do you need it!" she grinned.

We toasted and downed the shots. I put on the underwear she lent me and she examined the clothes we bought yesterday. She pulled out a red bustier top that zipped down the front, a pair of black skinny jeans and a pair of black patent peep-toe stiletto's. I felt my legs go weak and I poured 2 more shots and downed them myself.

She laughed at me and shook the outfit at me. I changed and she gets to work on my make-up and hair. She puts my hair in a loose side braid, makes my eye's more doe-like with kohl and a dark red vampy lip. We put on some statement jewelry and down a few more shots. I've just finished a beer when Matt knocks on the door. He wolf whistles when he sees us.

"Damn! I'm arriving with 2 gorgeous women!" he grins, "Must be my lucky night!"

Ashley laughs and gives him a playful push. I don't know if it's the alcohol, or seeing my friend so happy, but I'm feeling more relaxed. By the time we get to the venue, Matt and Ashley are walking very close to each other and I'm shitting myself nervous. This was a bad idea. A very bad idea. But I've already come this far, I can't let Ash down. I make a beeline for the bar as soon as we're inside. Anything to avoid talking to people.

"Damn girl, you that eager for a drink?" Ashley laughed, pulling Matt along by the arm.

"Beer?" I ask.

"Sure," they both say, grinning.

I laugh and place the order. We grab our drinks and sit in a booth drinking and chatting. Well, they chat, I become an awkward third wheel chugging a beer. I finish mine and go to get another. I stand next to a guy in distressed jeans, a tight white t-shirt and a fedora hat. He's got the charm of the sun, sea, and surf about him. He's got a tattoo of an angel on his arm and golden brown hair. I lean against the bar not paying any more attention to him and order my drink.

"Make that 2," the guy says, "with tequila shots."

"Tequila shots?" I say, with a raised eyebrow, "You sure you wanna go there?"

"No good story ever started on beer alone," he replied.

"And what story are you staring here?" I ask, skeptical.

"Hopefully ours," he winks.

I roll my eyes and turn away. He raises his hands in surrender laughing, "Okay, okay, not my best opening line! I'm Adam. Adam Grey. And you are?"

"Getting wasted," I say taking the beer that was handed to me.

He picks up his shot and says, "Well, to a good evening, 'getting wasted'!"

I roll my eyes once more and toast the shot with him. I walk away with my drink before he can say anything else. I sit down in the booth but Matt and Ashley have disappeared. I check my phone and see a text from Ash; 'Backstage', is all it says. I stand up and walk to the backstage area. The bouncer stops me but Ash comes to the rescue. I get backstage and see Matt moving equipment with a guy with long black hair and a slim build.

"That's Colin Spencer," Ash whispers, "the lead singer."

I grunt a response and sit on a box drinking more of my drink. I hear Matt and Colin muttering to each other, I look in there direction and see Colin looking at me. He stares at me somewhat strangely. I just roll my eyes and turn to Ashley.

"How's it going with Matt?" I ask quietly.

"It's great!" she gushes, "Lisa isn't his girlfriend, just his work buddy. I found out quite casually. I saw you taking a shot with Adam. Careful of him and Colin, they'll sleep with anything with breasts."

"I figured," I shrugged, "not that it's my business. He just bought me a shot."

She nods and Matt comes back over and leads us to the main room, the concert is about to begin. I see Adam and some girl with blue streaks in her hair go backstage and start setting up onstage. I think Adam keeps looking in my direction but I think it's the alcohol playing tricks. The lights dim and the crowd, mostly female, starts screaming.

The sound of heavy metal resounds through the building and it hits me like a tidal wave. Colin's lyrics are angry and passionate as if he has a lot of rages buried deep inside him. I saw Matt and Ashley dancing in a corner, getting exceptionally close, so I downed my beer and got lost in the momentum. I danced around and found myself actually having a good time.

What I didn't know, was this night was only the beginning...