A/N: Hey everyone! So, it has literally been years since I've written anything - sorry about that- and a lot has changed. I'm still getting back in to the swing of things so please, stick with me. Since it's been, quite literally, forever, I don't have my go- to beta's anymore. I've ran this through several hundred times and tried to fix any grammatical errors, but please, go easy on me. So Buckle up and enjoy the ride!
NWBS-Biffle - this is for you. Thanks for sticking with me through everything. So proud of you and glad you're my friend. Biggunz ain't got nothing on you.
Disclaimer: I own absolutely nothing. (if I did I'd hire a nanny.)
Prologue
"I'm telling you man," Laurent drawled, taking another pull from his bottle. "Chick is a man-eater. She will chew you up and spit you out."
Maria laughed, setting her glass back down on the table as she leaned across the table. "She's my best friend; do you really think I would lie to you?"
"Look," I laughed, leaning back in my chair and laying an arm across the back of the chair. "It's just sex. Seriously, we've been on the road for months…"
"And you have plenty of women throwing themselves at you." Victoria eyed me, speaking up for the first time since I announced Lucy was meeting us. "Why her?"
"Why not her?" I shrugged.
I sighed, by their reactions; you would think that I had told them we were going to Vegas.
"She's a damn Yoko man." Laurent said, swirling his drink around again. "A damn Yoko."
"Hey!" Maria cried. "Still my best friend."
Laurent rolled his eyes and Maria picked up a discarded cocktail umbrella, stabbing him with it. Laurent retaliated by throwing salt at her and I rolled my eyes once again at my bandmates.
"Jasper." Victoria said quietly, sliding over in to the empty chair next to me. "I'm not saying you should or shouldn't have 'just sex' with her. Just… be careful."
I smiled at her and finished off my beer just as Lucy arrived, her blonde hair pulled up in to a bun. "Hey! Sorry I'm late. What'd I miss?"
The table around me erupted in to laughter as Laurent called for another round of shots and Lucy slid in to the now empty seat next to me, her hand finding my thigh underneath the table as she gave it a squeeze.
My band was like my second family, as crazy as they were, and I appreciated their advice. But really, sex was sex. What was the worst that could possibly happen?