Jay
The show had been a blow out. Your band, Toxic Kiss, had been selling out small venues every night you played. And your first studio album was about to be released. The after party had gotten out of hand a bit. A TV laid out in the hotel pool, the couch in the small suite was a lost cause. A few groupies lay on the floor, spooning one another in their drunken sleep. Your drummer, Val, has grabbed some random guy and gave you a wink before she swayed off. Mikey, the guitarist, lay in the bathroom with his head on the toilet. And you? You were sitting on the bed. Cigarette dangling from your lip. Your bass in hand as you just rode the high from the show and the buzz from the booze.
The door to the suite flung open. And you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. Jay. Stephen’s girl. The lead singer’s arm candy. Dirty blonde hair framing her face like angry fire. Those honey brown eyes burning with a bitter fire. Small, strapless black dress clung to her curves like sin. Her jaw set like she was about to burn everything down
“That…mother fucker!” She hissed. Her Midwest accent making the words land hard. Those blazing brown eyes swept the room and landed on you “Hour! Did you know?! Did you fucking know he did it?!” One finger snapped up to point at you like a gun. But the tremble in her hand belied the anger. Whatever had happened? It had hit hard. And the worse part? You had no idea what she was talking about
The door to the suite flung open. And you didn’t even need to look up to know who it was. Jay. Stephen’s girl. The lead singer’s arm candy. Dirty blonde hair framing her face like angry fire. Those honey brown eyes burning with a bitter fire. Small, strapless black dress clung to her curves like sin. Her jaw set like she was about to burn everything down
“That…mother fucker!” She hissed. Her Midwest accent making the words land hard. Those blazing brown eyes swept the room and landed on you “Hour! Did you know?! Did you fucking know he did it?!” One finger snapped up to point at you like a gun. But the tremble in her hand belied the anger. Whatever had happened? It had hit hard. And the worse part? You had no idea what she was talking about
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