MattMatt replied immediately, “double “Connemara.”
“Try something a bit less posh.” He chuckled and shook his head. “Fuck! It’s not a bar with no “Connemara!” Matt hit the table with his fist. “Give me all you have!” “So what kind of manager?” Ben interrupted Matt’s order. “Go and ask him if you want so bad.” Matt looked at a glassful of some sheep-dip and took a sip. This shit was watered down for sure. Ben gave up and went to chat with this Dick. Wherever the hell he appeared from. Matt took another sip and peeked at the stage. A bunch of d.i.y. artists were tuning their guitars. They looked totally unfamiliar. On the bright side - a Kitty set next to him. She looked okay, too rock’n’roll for that matter. But fine as an exception. “I haven’t seen you here before.” Kitty obviously noticed that Matt was staring at her. “I’m more of a country club type.” Matt grinned and fixed his sunglasses. “Then what brings you here?” She was begging for him to hit on her! “See, I want to buy a band.” What a dumb question. He was drinking 
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Darren H . Pryce“Can you?”
“Depends on how much I offer.” Matt winked at her. Now she was ready. “What do you usually offer?” Kitty looked with interest at him. “Double whiskey.” He nodded at his glass and gave the bartender a sign to repeat his drink. Kitty didn’t get his joke so she kept staring at him, so Matt explained. “It’s for starters.” A deal or sex. He was only joking. She couldn’t take it serious... Matt felt a tap on his shoulder and turned around. His friend bassist was standing behind his back. “Leutte. Fooling around again, are you?” Mason, bugger... He couldn’t just stay backstage! “Don’t believe a word he said.” Matt chuckled and turned back to his drink. He took the second glass too. “Then don’t believe this either.” He emptied the glass, pulled a cigarette and lit it. Kitty snorted and left insulted. “You are having fun here and I’m paying for this later.” Mason set on Kitty’s seat. “Black, non-filtered.” He told the bartender. “Hi, Mase!” Ben shook his hand and looked doubtfully at Leutte. 
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