totally wasted.
Chapter 6
Allison bowed and waved at the crowd. The bar was full again that night, and she recognized several familiar faces from the past shows.
“Thank you. I’ll see you tomorrow night.” Allison went backstage to put her guitar into her case. Her throat was parched from singing, and she looked forward to a drink with Eddie and Sam before heading home.
The crowd had thinned out while she’d been in the back, and it was easier to get to the bar. She dropped into a seat next to Sam. “I’m parched. Please tell me you ordered me a drink.”
“Are you kidding me?” Sam gestured behind Allison. “I don’t have to say anything. You order a ginger ale after every concert.”
Eddie set a large glass in front of Allison. “Great job. You really had them going during that last song. Another new one?”
“Yeah, I wrote it last night.” She didn't mention that it had something to do with a guy she’d met on the subway a week ago. She took a drink of her ginger ale, relishing the burning as the ginger went down her throat. It was exactly what she needed.
“Whoa, slow down. You’re going to choke.” Eddie laughed. “Want another one?”
Allison nodded and stood. “Just bring it out. I’ll be back in a sec.”
She weaved through tables toward the bathroom and stopped in her tracks when she saw Nate sitting at the bar with a blonde girl hanging on his every word. He looked up just then and stopped talking.
Allison jumped, pushing herself to keep going for the bathroom. He wasn’t worth it. They’d barely even talked. But curse those blue eyes and his crooked smile. They still got her heart racing. Allison washed her hands and stared into the mirror, trying to convince herself that she was fine without him. After all, she’d already survived twenty-three years with no Nate in her life.
But when he still sat at the bar when she left the bathroom, she knew it was a hopeless cause. She pushed past him and sat next to Sam.
“What has you all flustered?” Sam asked.
“Nothing. Ready to go?” Allison downed the glass Eddie had refilled for her and immediately regretted it as it burned and made her eyes water.
Eddie sat next to Sam, setting his arm on her chair. “Don’t tell me you need another drink already?”
Allison sputtered, trying to catch her breath. “No, I’m fine. Thanks.”
“You’ve met my friend, Nate.” Eddie nodded toward Nate as he sat next to Allison.
“Yeah, I’ve met him.” The room suddenly seemed to be lacking in oxygen, and Allison couldn’t help checking her hair. She had to be a mess after the performance.
Nate leaned forward, accidentally bumping into Allison. “She hasn’t quite forgiven me, and I don’t blame her. I was kind of a jerk.”
“Kind of? You ditched me. Speaking of which, where’s the blonde girl?” Allison snapped. She could have kicked herself for how she treated him, but he was infuriating. And gorgeous. A very annoying combination.
“She had other plans. Besides, she wasn’t my type.” Nate played with the straw wrapper that sat on the table.
Allison snorted. “So, she had class?”
“Allison, stop it,” Sam hissed.
“No, she’s right.” Nate stood and threw some cash on table. “That’s for my drink. See you later.”
Allison watched him stalk out of the bar, and instantly felt terrible for how she treated him. She caught the look on Sam’s face. “Yeah, I know.”
Before Eddie or Sam could say anything else, she stood and grabbed her things, then ran out of the bar. The crowd on the streets had lessened and she could see Nate’s head towering over the others around him.
“Nate!” she called out. When he didn’t turn, she hurried after him. “Nate, please stop.”
A few other heads turned, but Nate kept walking. With a growl of frustration, she pushed past people until she was nearly to him. This time, when she called for him, he turned. The look of surprise turned to a glare.
“Wait, please