"𝐈'𝐝 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬."
"𝐇𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮."
"𝐇𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐬 𝐚 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐢𝐭."
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Sunset Boulevard, 1981. (Gwen's point of view)
I watched my best friend make her way to me from behind the bar as if she was to ask me to help her with something. "Come on." She commanded.
I furrowed my eyebrows and fixed a confused stare with my blue ones. "Why?" I asked, almost breathlessly.
"Because I said so. Now get your ass in gear and follow me." She told me.
It wasn't long before she walked from behind the bar to go to the band's table, where they were eyeing her from top to bottom, except for Nikki. He just stared into oblivion. Like there was something far more interesting than all of these pretty waitresses and bartenders tonight.
I quickly followed Chrissy their table, like she asked me to, but I made sure I was within a safe distance from her and the band.
"Four whiskies?" She asked, catching their attention.
Everyone but Nikki and Mick grinned eager to see the sight of a full bottle of Jack Daniels. "That would be us." Vince replied, eager to drink the brown liquid.
She sat the bottles down with care, making sure not to break the thick glass or make a loud noise with it. That was until Tommy perked up. "Mick!" Tommy blurted, making the guitarist's head snap up.
"Talk to the poor gal. There she stands." Tommy reached into his back pocket of his Levi jeans to pull out a carton of Marlboro cigarettes.
Mick looked at Chrissy with a slight pink tone in his cheeks. I noticed how she looked over to him with her sky blue eyes. I could tell he was embarrassed just because of how cocky his friends were being. I'm sure it was excruciating not to reach over and slap Tommy and Vince's smirks off their faces.
"Hi." Chrissy grinned then stuck her hand out. "I'm Chrissy." She introduced herself.
Mick stared in between her blue eyes and her hand to make sure it was okay, but I could tell he was telling himself that everything would be alright just by the way he took a deep breath and grasped her hand gently.
"Mick Mars." He said in a shaky voice.
While Chrissy and Mick carried on, I looked over her shoulder to see a pair of green eyes connecting with mine. His pupils were dilated to an unhealthy size, meaning that he was intoxicated. I hated how he looked at me with those big pupils. It made me shutter before I snapped myself out of my trance to go up to Chrissy and tap her on the shoulder.
