A little later than planned, thanks to the extra time needed in the hair salon, we were ready to leave the apartment for the club in Brooklyn. I took one last look in the mirror, still trying to adjust to the electric blue that streaked my long black hair. I had chosen black skinny jeans, a royal blue bustier, that exposed my toned midriff, and matching blue pumps. I had opted for smoky grey eye shadow and black kohl with lots of mascara. My lips were painted a very deep shade of red. I knew I looked good and I was debating relaxing my man ban, perhaps just for one night. An energetic one night stand was probably what I needed. I felt very tense and there is nothing quite mind blowing sex to relieve stress.
Angel was a vision in white. She wore skinny jeans and a low cut chiffon top that floated around her midriff. Her pale blond hair shone from the salon treatment and it formed a halo around her head. She had gone for the natural look with subtly applied make up. I looked at us both in the mirror. We couldn’t be more different if we tried.
We arrived at the club to find the guys finishing up their final sound check. They were pumped at playing a larger venue. Some of their existing fans were already in the bar and that helped to steady the guys’ nerves. We gave them a wave and we were rewarded with huge grins.
I wondered over to the jukebox to look at the choice of music that was available until the band played later. Immediately, two good looking guys appeared by my side. One offered to buy me a drink and immediately the other one tried to strike up a conversation about music. I politely gave them both the brush off and made my selection. Yes, having people hit on you is annoying but rational people don’t avoid all contact with the opposite sex to prevent it happening. Hmm, who said that Lucas Hunter was a rational human being?
Angel had bought our drinks and found a table near the stage. The band came over and Chad picked Angel up and sat her on his knee. Travis asked if I wanted to sit on his lap then winked at me and made rude gestures showing what he would like to do if I did. I smiled then ignored him. Scott asked how I was and how my business was going and we chatted amicably for a few minutes. Ethan drank his beer as he scanned the room, no doubt checking out every attractive female in the vicinity.
The bar soon filled up. It was going to be a busy night. Chad began fretting about what might happen if the crowd didn’t like them. Angel did her best to reassure him. Travis just grinned and called him a pussy. I laughed and enjoyed the easy natured banter. It was just what I needed after the day I’d had. I realized that I hadn’t had much to eat during the day. There hadn’t been much time to get ready when we finally got back from the salon. I had eaten a stuffed vine leaf when we returned to the apartment but now, with the drinks flowing as easily as the conversation, I knew it wouldn’t take much to get drunk. Drinking in the afternoon hadn’t helped, I thought ruefully.
The band took to the stage and it was clear pretty quickly what the crowd thought of them. The cheers were deafening when they finished playing their first number. Pretty soon, the place was heaving - it was more like being at a rock concert than a bar in Brooklyn. All of the tables were taken, some people were dancing and others were bouncing up and down in front of the stage. The atmosphere was electric. Angel and I looked at each other and grinned. “Let’s join in,” she said excitedly.
We moved towards the stage, squeezing through the crowd that was moving almost as one. Hands were in the air and the band’s existing fan base was singing along to each track, clearly energized by the positive reaction from the crowd. As we neared the stage, Angel gasped when she saw the attention the band was getting from some of the female fans. Travis was encouraging a pouting blonde to lift up her top and flash her breasts. Several young women were reaching up trying to grasp Ethan’s hand whenever he came to the front of the stage.
I looked at Angel’s horrified expression and laughed. Chad and Scott weren’t exactly reveling in all of the attention - in fact, they looked quite uncomfortable. I pointed this out to her and she relaxed. We were soon carried along with the movement of the crowd, jumping up and down as there was no room to dance. The temperature in the bar rocketed and after a while, I signaled to Angel that I would go and get us some beers. I pushed my way back through the revelers and was dismayed to see that the queue for the bar was about five people deep. The three bar staff looked totally harassed. Oh great! I needn’t have worried. A handsome blonde guy who was three people in front of me asked me what I wanted. I asked for two beers and he passed them back. I blew him a kiss in thanks.