Homecoming Queen (Such a Shame, Shame, Shame)

Adored By Everyone

Bam was used to it. Rough and fast encounters with a different girl every night, blacking out and waking up in places he swore he'd left. Ryan had started to steer clear of him, he was dangerous in these moods, to himself and others.He gave warning signs: Focusing on one girl and falling silent, walking over to her and smiling the little smile he knew got every girl begging to go back to his hotel. Most people saw what he wantedd them to see, a confident twenty one year old with curly dark hair and strikingly blue eyes, not that he relied on his looks alone, no, Bam was smarter than that, he had a system. He'd talk her up for a bit, introduce himself, make sure she knew the shiny, cherry red Porche in the parking lot belonged to him. Most girls gave in after about twenty minutes, others much sooner. The consequences never outweighed the pleasure in his mind, they were just quick trysts, most forgotten in the time it took to fly to the next state. So here he sat in an upper class night club although he never really liked them, scoping out girls, a beer clutched loosely in his left hand. One girl caught his attention, not a club visitor, but one of the bartender who had served him his beer then moved on. Instead of the skimpy maid outfits on the girls there for "entertainment", she was in a blood red tank with a tight black vest, a pair of tight black jeans clinging to her curves and tall black boots. In Bam's mind at least, this girl was sex on legs.

"Hey baby." Bam said, the flirting tone downplayed, like the other girls, he'd use the system. first, get her attention.

"What's up drunk club attendee number seven to hit on me this evening?" Bam hadn't expected the quick response, especially not one so clearly sarcastic.

"Hey, I'm not drunk... yet, so, what's a pretty girl like you doing behind the bar?" Bam started to notice details, her lips a red the same as her shirt, a small string of freckles under her glittery blue eyes. A short crop of red hair pushed up into a small mohawk on her head, the tips a deep red shade too. and the fact that she had his smirk down to a T.

"Working. Some people have to do that Bammy-boy." She'd heard of him, this was going to be easy.

"So you've heard of me." He asked, step two, smile. He flashed a grin and the bartender's heels clicked the ground quietly. her foot swinging back and forth.

"Sadly yes, and I'm not sure what happened to you. My shift is over, have a nice night Mr. Margera." And just like that, the surprising woman walked out of Bam's life. Bam's game was off for the rest of the night, so he returned to the hotel, Ryan sleeping on the couch.

"Ryan dude, something weird happened tonight."

"You had the realization that sluts are bad?" Ryan asked, particularly grumpy due to the time.

"No, but dude, I have a new favorite night club. You should come tomorrow, I swear to god this bartender is hot."

"And you didn't sleep with her? Wow."

"No, that's the thing, she shot me down, she's all tight pants and attitude." Ryan shook his head, Bam was his best friend, closer than that, his brother in fact. And he didn't like where he was going, lying to Jenn, drinking all night and sleeping all day long. That bartender was the smartest girl he'd hear of in a while, especially from Bam.

"Good for you, if I go and see Miss Hot Bartender, you promise you'll call Jenn? I feel fucking awful lying to her for you. She's worried you know."

"Okay mom. Goodnight you sappy fucker." Ryan sighed and went back to sleep, Bam stripping down to his boxers and climbing into bed. Halfway across town, Bam's new obsession tossed her keys on the couch, her Shiba Inu barking at the object.

"Hush Boss, it's just me." Boss leapt off the couch and ran over, lately, he was the only living thing happy to see her. "Keep the house safe buddy?" Boss barked and wagged his tail in agreement. "Good boy. God knows I can't handle any stolen shit. You would never believe who I saw today Boss." The dog stared at her blankly, a film over his left eye, she'd had him for five years as her constant companion, Boss was there to listen and be a warm thing to snuggle. "Bam, remember him?" Boss growled a little, he never really like Bam, even his name made him grumble. "Figured you did. Poor guy went to shit bud. Rich with nothin' to buy but affection, and nothing to do but drink. He didn't recognize me, He hasn't changed a bit."

She sighed and looked over at the pictures beside her, her and her cousin Greg in a paddle boat, her and Elisia, a friend from college sitting in a tree. the oldest picture was of four teens. Herself in a ragged old tee, a blond guy, taller than the rest of them beaming as another girl waved from his shoulders. The final attendee was a dark haired boy with a beanie and bright blue eyes. He held a skateboard, rare, only four in the world, three belonging to him, the other in a museum. She, however, knew the board well, a smirking girl on a throne, surrounded by hellhounds, "Radio Rocks My World" scripted across the bottom in her handwriting. Four of them in the world, just four, but that was enough, the elusive "Element: Radio" board sought out by collectors worldwide.

"I'll tell you Boss, he needs help." She sighed and leaned back on the couch, a spring poking her uncomfortably in the back. She adjusted herself and fell asleep, the nametage obscured by her crossed arms at the bar still pinned to the top right of her collar, a little gold plate reading "Rikki Savant."