Out of Time [Brian Jones]

Epilogue 3

A.N.: Last chance to turn around. Seriously, you don't want to read this.

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Or you'll have to learn the hard way I guess. ~

I can't remember how I got this idea exactly, but somehow I liked it and thought it would be the best end. I'm not so sure anymore, but I changed my mind so often that I no longer know what really is for the best and what not. I hope it makes sense at least. It's a bit mythological/ supernatural, but well... it's what it is. 

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"Let's have another round."

We probably shouldn't, but we did anyway. It was our third or fourth, I wasn't really sure any more and we were already at the hard stuff. It was one of those days you needed to start off with a whiskey. I took a drag from my cigarette. The smoke filled up the air and hung heavy in the room. It actually wasn't allowed to smoke inside, but I hardly cared.  The sparse light sources  where they were sitting made it nearly impossible to recognise the person sitting next to you, so I doubted anyone would even notice me smoking. 

"Omg.... Aren't that the ----"

I looked around and spotted the group of people  she thought to be the -----, I couldn't recognise much. I just shrugged. It wasn't the first time we met somebody who was supposed to be famous. We probably hung around too much at bars or clubs and after some time you had seen them all, or nearly. I don't know why we haven't run into one of them before. I didn't really care anyway, but she was a huge fan and it annoyed her terribly that she hadn't met them before.

"We should talk to 'em." She said.

I laughed and shock my head.

She raised an eyebrow. "Why not?"

I shrugged. "We never talk to 'em."

"But they aren't the usual!" She exclaimed all excited.

I took another sip from my glass and shook my head. "And still does it make a difference?"

"Please for me." She begged.

I sighed. "We should have another drink..."

We heard somebody chuckle behind us. "I like your thinking. Hey," He waved at the barkeeper. "Give the lady's here something to drink and something strong for me as well."

"Ehh... thank you," she stuttered. Normally she was the talkative of us both, and even though she wanted to get in contact with them, it seemed like the sudden appearance of their guitarist made her lose her confidence.

"You're very welcome, love." He chuckled.

The barkeeper handed us our drinks and I waited for the next move. I was curious if she was going to use her chance or if she let it slide, because she was too nervous.

"Eh...eh..."

Definitely too nervous.

I laughed. "Seems like you haven't had enough to drink yet."

" Let me guess, she is a fan?"

I just shrugged as I saw her empty her glass in one rush.

"Actually Sharon, here is a big fan, but she is so antisocial and that always forces me to take action and well I guess I was a bit nervous, you know, you're rather famous."

I chuckled. Leave it to her, to make me seem like I was crazy about them.

"If you want you can come with me to meet the band, if you want?"