Iridescent

Echoes and buzzing noises

(A/N- When inspiration hits you write and update!  BTW, loving Mike's new song.  I've seen a lot of people saying they didn't like it.  I loved it.  But to each their own.)

They had the night off. It was something that hadn't happened in at least a couple of days and the guys along with some of the crew decided to go downstairs to the bar. Mike had already talked to Mila on their weekly video chat which he enjoyed being able to do. He loved watching her as they talked because it was almost like she was there with him. Last week he watched as she made a gift for her client which she told him they loved. He wasn't surprised by that. Mila had put a lot of effort and thought into it as she usually did with gifts, she never gave gifts that didn't mean anything.

During their chat, he told her his plans of going out with the guys for some drinks downstairs. She was happy that he was doing something with them other than their normal playing shows, goofing around or playing Halo. Mila told him to enjoy himself and to let loose. He didn't think he would ever get over how laidback and supportive she was. That was one of many things he never had issues with when dating her, Mila wasn't clingy or possessive. She let him be himself and have fun. Mike also never took it for granted or pushed it too far. He was well aware that he was in a relationship and would never jeopardize that again, not for anything.

Sitting at the table with his bandmates, Jim (their production manager), Ryan (their tour manager) and a couple of crew guys, he felt comfortable and relaxed. The atmosphere around them was light and they laughed at different things that were being said as they drinked different beers or select hard liquors. The music in the background played different top 40 hits at a decent level that allowed talking rather than yelling. Every so often a loud cheer would be heard from a group of women who seemed to be celebrating some sort of milestone, what that was they weren't sure of.

"I'll get the next round," Mike told the guys at the table earning different comments from each of person there. He laughed shaking his head as he stood from the table making his way to the bar. From where he stood, he noticed the women who had been cheering from time to time was at the opposite end. They smiled at him sending him a small wave as they talked amongst themselves. He had become used to that since the band had made it big, fans seemed to be everywhere.

Mike gave them a small smile and a nod being polite as the bartender came over to him. He motioned to his table asking for another round of everyone's drinks as the bartender nodded getting to work on the order.

"Hey there," A voice came from his left. Mike turned seeing one of the women from across the bar standing beside him. She was a brunette with a tiara on her head and a sash around her that said 'birthday girl'. From the looks of her, she was already well on her way to being drunk.

"Hi," Mike replied turning his attention back to the bartender who began putting drinks in front of him on a tray.

"You're attractive," The woman said leaning against the bar staring at him. He nodded offering her a 'thanks' in reply. Again, he wasn't a rude person and knew that she probably knew who he was. "Aw, are you shy? You don't have to be." He felt her hand touch the middle of his back making its way lower.

Mike moved away looking at her. "Please don't touch me. I have a girlfriend and I don't appreciate other women touching me."

He watched as the girl smiled moving closer to him. "Is she watching? Is that why you have to say that? I'm sure I could make you happy, Mike."

She did know who he was. His eyes narrowed at her feeling his anger begin to come over him. "Hey, everything okay?" Jim asked standing next to Mike who looked annoyed as he glared at the woman. Chester had noticed what was going on and pointed it out to Jim who watched for a while before getting up to intervene. He knew the moment the woman touched Mike and he stepped away only to get advanced on again that he had to step in.