One Day

"Being a groupie sucks ass. I'm Devlynn." A girl with bright blue eyes and hair that shines speaks and sets down the shot glasses on the table, the band from the stage playing softly in the background. "Like 'em? Thats "Killing Time" for ya." She smiles and walks away leaving the table with a couple men at it. Sam picks up his shot glass from the bar and follows shortly behind her. "Good job , keep it up." He pats her shoulder and heads backstage to meet with the band as they get ready to pack up and leave for the night.