My desperate endeavor to find my whoever

12) Wakey Wakey, Mary, Eggs and Bacey

Erin

"Barnesy! 'Bout time big lad!" I boomed as he strolled into the venue. "I forgot how much you loved a good lie in."

Matt rubbed his eyes sleepily. It took him a minute but he eventually recognised me. "Erin?!"

The boys all chuckled as he scarpered over to us, immediately taking the seat next to mine. The barman eventually came along and Matt murmured something in his ear. I smirked; I knew exactly what he'd said. As soon as me and Barnesy get together, we always head to the nearest bar, pub or club and order the same thing; a Wakey, Wakey, Mary, Eggs and Bacey cocktail. It's your average Bloody Mary with the addition of hot sauce, Irish stout, a garnish of pickled vegetables, quail eggs, bacon and a grilled cheese sandwich. Supposedly it takes the edge off the hangover the next morning, but after the number me and Matt normally drink in a night, it's always a messy wake-up.

"Oh I've missed this." he grinned, wiping away his tiny cocktail moustache after downing it. "I had no idea you were here! Nobody said!"

"Well, they didn't know until about an hour ago," I told him. "I used the 'clothes off hedgehog' line on Max, and he just squealed for about 20 minutes until Josh arrived. I'm giving Adam a hand with shooting the tour."

"Not so small-scale magazine now, are we?" he smirked.

"Don't forget screwing a rock star." I murmured, as another cocktail was placed in front of me.

"Who?!" he squeaked.

"That would be me." came a voice from behind me. Just by his tone, I knew Alex was smirking.

"You sly dog, Costello," he smirked, elbowing me in the ribs. "You're such a lad."

Alex pulled a confused face. "Figure of speech, babe. I'll explain later."

He nodded and went off to find the others. I turned back to Barnesy and we downed yet another cocktail. I was beginning to feel a bit tipsy, so I refused to drink anymore.

"Wankerrrrrr!" chanted Matt.

"I need a steady hand for tonight." I shrugged.

I was about to leave and make a start with taking some shots, but Matt pulled me back. He sat me on the stool beside him and pulled it closer. "Explain you and Alex." he murmured.

I sighed. "Remember me telling you about the boy I was friends with as a kid? The one who moved to America?"

"You never shut up about him." he muttered, rolling his eyes.

"You act like it's the only thing I talk about! Dick!" I said defensively, playfully slapping him. "Anyway, I've always wanted to look for him, but I never knew where to begin. I mean, America's a big place. Adam offered me this job, and I came out here a couple of months earlier with my friends just to hang out and see the States. But I bumped into Alex at the airport when we landed. He rang me when he got back from Australia and we started dating."

Matt nodded. "Alright, but what does all that have to do with your childhood 'bestie'?"

"Alex," I stated. "Alex, his parents and his brother moved here when we were 7. I still can't believe we've been reunited."

"Shit..." he said quietly; he really wasn't expecting that.

"Mate I really need to get going, and everyone's whinging because you've not sound checked yet," I told him, rolling my eyes.

He pulled a face. "I'll go when I'm ready," he said lazily, slamming a hand on the bar. "Another, my good sir!"

As I walked away, I couldn't help but smile. This job was really looking good already. Let's just hope I don't fuck it up for Adam.