Hear Me Now
Shady And A Tempered Dame
“So who the fuck do these guys think they are?” I ask my friend Travis as he pulls us into some bar. In front of us are guys dressed like Motley Crue. Their name is Children of the Beast. “These guys look stupid.”
“Come on, you can’t tell me that their bass player doesn’t look like Nikki Sixx; you love Nikki Sixx.” Travis says, defending this band. “Besides this is your first night in L.A; let’s have some fun and make fun of this band.”
“Fine.” I sigh. “But you owe me, big time, if this band ends up sucking.”
“I’ll make it up to you by being the best damn wingman ever and get you the number of the bass player.”
“I don’t date musicians.” I remind him. “That’s why I never dated you.”
“You’re not normal.” He chuckles. “No come on, let’s be low lives shall we?”
“Drinks first my good man!” I exclaim as I all but drag Travis over to the bar to officially start my first night in L.A.
**
“You and your friend we making fun of my band.” The bass player came up to me at the bar one their set was over with. “Yet both of you are wearing Motley Crue t shirts.”
“Well I’m a huge Motley Crue fan that believes she’s gonna be Nikki Sixx’s next ex-wife and Travis just like being a dick. So yea, we made fun of you guys. But I’m sure you’ve dealt with worst heckling.”
“Yea but never from a breathtaking girl such as yourself.” He says, a smirk dancing on his lips. “I’m Ashley.”
“Tell me Ashley, does that line ever work for you?” I ask him, leaning close to him. “Because if you want to get in my pants, you’re gonna have to try a little bit harder.” He looks stunned, earning a chuckle from me. “I’m Esmeralda but my friends call my Gypsy.”
“Any reason why?”
“I’m never in one city for long.” I smile. “I might live in a city for a couple months then I’m gone. I’m a professional rolling stone.”
“So which one are you, Keith or Mick?” A laugh escapes his lips.
“Har har.” I sarcastically laugh as I roll my eyes. “So this is my first night in L.A; how about you buy me a drink and come up with a new pick up line? Then maybe, just maybe we’ll see where this leads us?”
He looks at me and a smile creeps onto his lips. “What are you having, my lady?”
“Jack and Coke; heavy on the Jack and light on the coke.” I tell him. He gives me an appreciative smirk before flagging down the bartender to fill my drink order.
He’s cute and I can’t wait see where this’ll lead me...
“Come on, you can’t tell me that their bass player doesn’t look like Nikki Sixx; you love Nikki Sixx.” Travis says, defending this band. “Besides this is your first night in L.A; let’s have some fun and make fun of this band.”
“Fine.” I sigh. “But you owe me, big time, if this band ends up sucking.”
“I’ll make it up to you by being the best damn wingman ever and get you the number of the bass player.”
“I don’t date musicians.” I remind him. “That’s why I never dated you.”
“You’re not normal.” He chuckles. “No come on, let’s be low lives shall we?”
“Drinks first my good man!” I exclaim as I all but drag Travis over to the bar to officially start my first night in L.A.
**
“You and your friend we making fun of my band.” The bass player came up to me at the bar one their set was over with. “Yet both of you are wearing Motley Crue t shirts.”
“Well I’m a huge Motley Crue fan that believes she’s gonna be Nikki Sixx’s next ex-wife and Travis just like being a dick. So yea, we made fun of you guys. But I’m sure you’ve dealt with worst heckling.”
“Yea but never from a breathtaking girl such as yourself.” He says, a smirk dancing on his lips. “I’m Ashley.”
“Tell me Ashley, does that line ever work for you?” I ask him, leaning close to him. “Because if you want to get in my pants, you’re gonna have to try a little bit harder.” He looks stunned, earning a chuckle from me. “I’m Esmeralda but my friends call my Gypsy.”
“Any reason why?”
“I’m never in one city for long.” I smile. “I might live in a city for a couple months then I’m gone. I’m a professional rolling stone.”
“So which one are you, Keith or Mick?” A laugh escapes his lips.
“Har har.” I sarcastically laugh as I roll my eyes. “So this is my first night in L.A; how about you buy me a drink and come up with a new pick up line? Then maybe, just maybe we’ll see where this leads us?”
He looks at me and a smile creeps onto his lips. “What are you having, my lady?”
“Jack and Coke; heavy on the Jack and light on the coke.” I tell him. He gives me an appreciative smirk before flagging down the bartender to fill my drink order.
He’s cute and I can’t wait see where this’ll lead me...
