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The following Morn, Bobby and Big John were some of the first ones up, considering they were used to having to get up early. After all, they were both fathers responsible for getting their kids to school on Time, not to mention had other things they needed to accomplish each Day. In addition to that, they'd a rigorous schedule to follow while on tour, lest anyone get left behind 'cuz they weren't where they shoulda been at the designated Time.

By the Time the girls were all up, the pair of men'd joined Blaze and Raven for a quick breakfast since they were the only other ones up early. Every single girl with the exception of those two looked hungover as all hell, and the bassist was hard-pressed to bite back a grimace at their appearances. Sure, he'd once looked much the same upon waking every Morn, but he'd given that shit up a long Time ago for the sake his son and now ex-wife. It wasn't a very pretty look on much of anyone, but these girls somehow managed to make this look worse than Death warmed over a Time or three.

"So, I've gotta ask, ladies," he was saying as the first of the hungover girls walked into the kitchen for coffee. "How the fuck do ya pronounce your surnames?"

Both of the sober, perky women laughed as they sipped their coffee.

"Let's just stick with the anglicized versions, which're Flynn and Duffy," Blaze told him.

"That works for me," the bassist chuckled as he picked up his own mug. "I'm kinda wondering what they stem from, though."

"They're both actually Irish," the brunette woman explained. "Mine means Dark or black, while hers means bright red."

"Considering your hair Colors, they're fitting," Bobby said thoughtfully. "Guess I don't have to ask if her red comes outta a box, in that case."

"Oh, naw," said ginger laughed. "Totally virgin hair since the Day I was born."

"Kinda Wish I could say the same sometimes," he told them. "I've dyed my hair so much since my teens, I'm amazed I've any hair left."

Even the hungover girls slowly trickling into the kitchen couldn't help laughing at that comment, albeit softly due to their no doubt throbbing heads. For a man in his early-forties who'd spent much of his Life dyeing his hair, mostly black 'cuz of the image he was portraying, he still had a full head of the stuff. And since he'd always had a ridiculously high hairline, something he'd never been able to hide, he couldn't really say that it was Beginning to recede with his advancing age.

What surprised him, though, was when Blaze reached over and gently ran her fingers through a couple of the loose tresses as she tucked it behind his ear. He hadn't even let Mishy get away with that kinda action when they were married, if only 'cuz he was prone to migraines and didn't like his head being messed with in a physical sense as a result. This gentle touch, though, denoted that while she liked his hair–fried, though it currently was–she respected the fact that he may not want his hair played with. Not only that, but the look she shot him screamed that she wasn't gonna do such a thing again outta Respect for his personal Space. If there was one thing he was genuinely grateful for, it was a woman who seemed to be as understanding and caring as she did.

After all twenty girls'd woken up and gotten caffeinated, their first challenge of the show was announced once they were all gathered in the great room. In being a typical guy, Bobby wasn't after a woman for just her mind, heart, and Soul–there'd to be physical attraction and sexual chemistry in there, or he wasn't gonna stay interested for very long. Certainly, there were ways of testing that without having to get too hands-on, and he'd finally agreed to one of the suggestions made by one of the cameramen.

"All right, ladies–listen up," Big John said, effectively grabbing everyone's attention.

All eyes locked onto the two men, their ears wide open in a figurative sense.

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