The after party
Toxic Kiss had finally made it. From grungy garage band to a signed punk rock group. And that meant it had been time to celebrate. The band had picked a venue and taken the stage by storm. The surprise show becoming something that was already being reported in the right places. Afterwards, you and the band had gotten the top floor of a hotel in LA and the party had started.
It had only been two hours in and Stephen, your front man and singer, was already leading two women away to his room. Mikey, the guitarist, was on his second bottle of liquor and getting rowdy with a few guys by the wet bar. Val, the drummer, was wrapped around some guy with her lips on his like she was trying to drain his soul. And then there was you. The bassist. The quiet center of the storm. Making sure it didn’t get too out of hand
You had just lit your cigarette on the balcony when someone placed a drink next to you….
It had only been two hours in and Stephen, your front man and singer, was already leading two women away to his room. Mikey, the guitarist, was on his second bottle of liquor and getting rowdy with a few guys by the wet bar. Val, the drummer, was wrapped around some guy with her lips on his like she was trying to drain his soul. And then there was you. The bassist. The quiet center of the storm. Making sure it didn’t get too out of hand
You had just lit your cigarette on the balcony when someone placed a drink next to you….
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