"Share your groupie?"
Oz blinked a little. "Excuse me?"
The junkie chic singer sighed exasperatedly and repeated herself. "Share your groupie?"
Oz quickly looked over at Willow, who was paralyzed with shock. "You want to share...Willow?"
"Is that her name?" Veruca quickly ducked down to look the shocked girl in the eyes. "Hi, Willow." Standing back up, she looked at Oz again. "Yeah, sharing. I figure since the band guys usually get all the chicks and my fucking," here she raised her voice, shouting in the direction of a tall girl loading equipment, "cunt of a bass player stole my girlfriend last week..."
The bass player raised a defiant middle finger to the singer and slung her arm around a short black haired girl. "I didn't have to steal her, she came willingly."
"Fuck you, Libby," Veruca replied. "Well, anyway, since I'm sure you can find another groupie for the night, can I have her? I'd treat her ever so nicely..."
Willow recovered slightly and squeaked, running her eyes over the blonde singer. //Guess she's got more in common with Faith than just her dress style// Willow thought.
"I don't....think....Willow's into this sort of thing," Oz replied carefully.
Willow bristled internally. //Not into 'this sort of thing?' What did that mean? Did Oz think she was some sort of prude?// "Maybe I...maybe I am into this sort of thing," she said indignantly. "Maybe it's just my cup of tea. Or coffee, as the case may be, depending on what you might be drinking at the time..."
"Great!" Veruca said, and pulled Willow off of her stool, linking her arm through the redhead's. "You and I are going to have so much fun!" Just before they exited the Bronze, Oz saw Veruca's hand slide down to cup Willow's ass. Her last words were almost too low for even his superwolf hearing to catch. "Has anyone ever told you you're cute when you babble?"