“Matt, you were too hard on that guy. He has a couple of fine ideas.”
“How to pick up chicks in MCR merch?” Matt didn’t even blink.
Ben gave him a thick ear.
“Come on!” Matt turned around and smirked. “Have you seen him?”
“That's not the thing! He left his number, wanted to meet us and discuss everything. He has plenty of leads.”
“We don’t even have anyone to play the bass.” Matt flicked his cigarette. “Mason, how do you feel about prostitution in music?”
“Fine.” He shrugged, sipping his beer. “I’ll just have to fix the schedule.”
“Welcome to the band.” Matt stated with pleasure.
Another familiar guy appeared behind Ben’s back. He’s name was Sam and he played the guitar in Mason’s other band.
“Hi there, soakers! Mase, our starlet is calling for you.”
“Damn.” Mason put his glass on the table. “There she goes with her “Who broke the kick-pedal? Where’s my wig and who’s that guy at the counter?”
“Blame it all on Ben’s.” Matt put out his cigarette against the table and threw the sup on the floor.
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“Are you staying for afterparty?” Mason looked at Matt first and then at Ben.
“What’re they pouring?” Ben asked.
“If it’s the same poison they have in here - i'll pass.” Matt spun on the stool.
“Na-ah.” Mason stood up. “We’ve got rider. Everything’s under control.” He chuckled and left.
It was around eight AM. Matt was pressing Kitty against the lift wall. Finally, fourth floor. She threw her arms around his neck and now was trying to catch his lips with hers. Fuck, Matt didn’t see a shit! He was carefully pushing Kitty towards the door trying at the same time to find the keys in his pocket. It was freaking hard as Kitty was busy sucking on his neck.
There they were! Damn keys! Matt turned enough to get to the lock and opened the door.
Thank god, she was smart enough to close it behind them. Matt dragged her towards the bed. Or was she actually pulling him over there? Hell knows who of them wanted whom more. There they were! Damn keys! Matt turned enough to get to