Labor Day Weekend (September)

"Come on guys! Hurry up! We have to get this stuff unloaded before tonight!"

"Yeah yeah. Hold your horses; I'm goin as fast as I can." Buford grunted as he set down an amp. "Remind me again why we got ridda the roadie?"

"Because Irving wasn't very helpful. Besides, do you wanna listen to him try to sing again?"

"Good point."

Ferb appeared from the other side of the stage, carrying two guitars along with three microphones. "Hey, where's my drums?" The bass guitarist pointed behind him, causing the drummer to grumble in annoyance as he walked off.

"Wow Ferb. I can't believe we're actually playing at Florabama tonight." Phineas grinned. "It's the hottest bar in town!"

"Don't forget their famous Cajun Steamed Oysters."

"Oysters?" He blinked. "They serve oysters here too?"

"It is an oyster bar."

"Cool!" He nudged his brother. "Also, good thing we're legal drinking age now huh?"

Ferb smirked. "Indeed."

The red head slung an arm around his brother's shoulders. "I tell you Bro, this is gonna be the best Labor Day Weekend ever!"

"Come on girls! Hurry up!" Isabella ran to the door of the Florabama bar, hopping on one foot while attempting to put a red flip flop on the other. "We're going to be late!"

"Izzy, slow down. We have plenty of time," Adyson said, walking casually behind her.

"Yeah Chief. We have…" Gretchen checked her watch. "Three minutes and eight seconds."

"Eight seconds?!" Isabella hurriedly tugged on the other flip flop before straightening up and looking down. She adjusted the red halter top she was wearing before clearing her throat. "Remember girls; poise."

Adyson watched her friend walk up to the bouncer before leaning over and whispering to Gretchen. "Geez. What's with her and this band anyway?"

"She has a crush on the lead guitarist."

"Figures. She always did have a thing for red heads."

"And we're in!" Isabella bounced over, carrying four red wristbands. "Here. Put these on."

Adyson smirked as she took hers. "One way ticket to drunksville. Yesss…"

"Uh Chief? Why do you have two?" Gretchen asked.

"Because…" the other woman took the bands, tying them in her hair. "I want to look fabulous." She giggled. "Also, this way they won't fall off."

"Ooo…good idea!" Adyson tied her hair back with one. "How do I look?"

"Fabulous!" Both women spoke in unison.

Isabella motioned to the bar. "Come on girls! Let's roll!"

Phineas pulled back the curtain, peeking out. "Wow! This place is packed! Looks like a full house tonight!"

"Yeah?" Buford brightened. "Ya know, if we play well, maybe we'll get lucky."

"Lucky?"

"With the ladies…" Ferb wriggled his eyebrows, growling suggestively.

"Nah. I just wanna have a good time playing music tonight."

"Ugh. Really Dinnerbell? You don't even want a hookup?"

"Hookup?" The red head blinked. "Uhhh…"

Buford's jaw dropped. He turned to Ferb. "You're right; he is hopeless."

Phineas looked between them. "What?"

Ferb held up a finger, ready to explain, only to be interrupted by someone speaking onstage.

"And now ladies and gentlemen, appearing at the Florabama Bar for the first time tonight…Summer Still Rocks!"

The red head grinned. "That's us! Come on!"