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with alcohol. The guys poured some shots and clinked their glasses together before downing the harsh liquid.I declined on the hard stuff but opted for another beer, feeling myself finally begin to relax.
    It wasn’t long before the other band members migrated to us. The guys laughed and drank, stopping to chat with an eager fan. Lizzy joined in and had to lean on Terry to even stay upright. Tucker kept a hand on me, as if he was afraid that I would vanish. I couldn’t blame him, but he didn’t need to worry. I didn’t want to be anywhere but by his side.
    A girl flung herself at Chris, clinging to his side like a baby monkey. He smiled down at her, brushing her hair off her forehead in an almost sweet gesture.
    “Not a chance.” He peeled her arms from his waist and turned back to the group to continue drinking.
    “You are a pig!” I threw a piece of cut-up cheese at him.
    “Groupies don’t have feelings.” He shot a glare over to Lizzy who sank deeper into Terry’s side.
    “Don’t be a dick.” Terry’s tone was even and calm, but he was serious.
    “It’s true.” Chris shrugged, grabbing a few pieces of cheese off the table and popping them into his mouth. “I can prove it.”
    All eyes were on Chris as we waited for his brilliant revelation. He continued to eat and poured himself another shot, his eyes glancing up to see us all waiting patiently.
    “Not now.” He smiled and everyone groaned. “Who wants another shot?” He yelled and all the guys held out their glasses. I watched as Lizzy pulled back from Terry andwhispered something in his ear. He nodded and gave her a quick kiss before she headed out through the crowd. I wanted to go after her and make sure she was okay, but it wasn’t my place. Besides, I wasn’t sure it was possible to break Tucker’s death grip on me.
    “Hello?” I glanced away from Lizzie’s back to see Chris holding out a shot glass overflowing with amber liquid.
    “Thanks.” I gave him a small smile and took the glass from his hand, smelling it before tipping back my head and letting the alcohol scorch my throat. I slammed the cup on the table and sputtered out a cough, wishing I had something to chase it with.
    “Lightweight,” E muttered under his breath and held out a bottle of soda for me to take.
    “Thanks,” I said between swallows. He leaned in close enough that I could smell the mixture of soap and alcohol on him.
    “If you want to hang with the band, you need to learn how to handle your liquor. Don’t end up like Lezzy.” He pointed off in the distance.
    “Lizzy,” I corrected him. He shrugged and rolled his glazed-over eyes.
    “Does it matter?”
    What the hell was it with these guys? I could only imagine what they must say behind my back. I was grateful that they didn’t do it to my face like poor Lizzy. My heart ached for her.
    “Thanks for the tip,” I replied.
    “That’s what she said!” Terry was falling over himself with laughter, sloshing beer from his glass as he struggled to catch his breath.
    I rolled my eyes and grabbed my shot glass.
    “Another?” I knew in the back of my mind that I didn’t need to prove myself to Eric or anyone else, but suddenly I just wanted to fit in, show everyone that I was more than just another groupie.
    “Hell, yeah!” Chris poured us all another round. This time when I gulped it down, I kept my poker face on and tried my damnedest not to cry out at the burning pain in my throat.
    “Better.” Eric gave me an approving look, and Tucker squeezed me closer to his side.
    “You okay?” he whispered quietly in my ear, causing the hairs on the back of my neck to stand up. I wondered if my body would ever stop reacting to Tucker that way. I nodded and sat down my glass, wiping my lips with the back of my hand.
    “I gotta hit the head. Someone set up the next round,” Chris called behind him as he made his way through the crowd toward the bathroom.
    I took over filling the glasses, slopping booze