Fall From Grace(16)

Lea watched my expression.  I looked at her with my eyes wide.  “Yeah, I know right, Shane’s freaking talented.”  She laughed.  “Gray, close your mouth, you’re drooling.  I would tell you to take a chance on that kid, but he’s just as f*cked up as you are. I just thought you’d get a kick out of him playing that.  I figured you are the only other person on this planet to know what that instrument is.”

Shane poured his soul into the rhythm, blending the notes perfectly with Alex’s classical piano melody.  You couldn’t hear anything from the crowd of people who were watching the band, awestruck.  Ethan slowly started a beat and Brayden’s bass collided with the soulful sound of Shane’s voice.

I stand there

And no one knew me

I reach for her

She looks right through me

I can search this world over

She can’t see me

I drown in tears

They look right through me

From behind me, a strong hand grasped my shoulder and Tucker’s face appeared next to my cheek.  “I was wondering where you went.  Do you want to dance?”

Without waiting for my answer, he spun me around and wrapped his hands around my shoulders.  Conner had already grabbed Lea and she winked at me.  I gave in and danced, swaying to the music.

When the song ended, Shane said goodnight to the crowd and bras and panties where thrown onto the stage.  Shane grabbed a black lacy bra and held it up to his nose and the crowd roared.  The band jumped off the stage and they were immediately surrounded by a group of blonde half-naked girls.

Canned music drifted from the speakers and people started dancing again, blocking my view of the band.

Tucker and Conner dragged us back to the table where Lea and I decided we should play a drinking game called Fuzzy Duck.  It was definitely time to let loose.

Lea and I got the bartenders attention and he brought two bottles of Tequila and grabbed a handful of shot glasses.  We got back to the table where each band member had returned to the table; each one had a hot blonde on their lap, except for Shane.  He had two.  I shook my head, smiled and raised the bottles of Tequila over my head.

“Okay, ladies and gentlemen, here’s the first drinking game of the night.  Fuzzy Duck!”  I announced.

Everyone stared at me.

“Fuzzy Duck?” Tucker asked.

“Yes, Tucker.  I said Fuzzy Duck,” I replied.  “Here are the rules.  Everyone starts by taking one shot.  Then we pour another.  We go around the table and each person has to say Fuzzy Duck.  The first person who messes up has to take a shot and around and around we go!”

“Fuzzy Duck?” Tucker asked.  Again.

“Yes, Tucker.  I said FUZZY DUCK.”

I filled all the shot glasses and we all took a shot.  The first round was hard.  Not all the groupies could remember what they were supposed to say.  Within an hour, and two more drinking games, everyone was pretty much buzzed; the blonde groupies more so than everyone else.

They fell over each other laughing and giggling.  One of the girls who had occupied Shane’s lap was aptly named Barbie.  She abruptly caused the end of our drinking games when she heard a song she liked and began giving Shane a lap dance in front of everyone.

Lea rolled her eyes and pretended to dry heave.  She threw a fistful of waded up napkins in their direction, hitting Barbie in the head.  “Holy Strippers, Batman!  Are you that desperate to make sure he goes home with you?”