Chapter 2
He found himself up on the stage in front of the band playing his heart out. He strummed nervously but successfully. The crowd was eating them up. Girls were practically throwing themselves at their feet. His eyes darted down at the crowd and she smiled, being a true showman. He loved watching the girls react like this to his music. He never understood what it was that was so special about him that drew these drunk girls to him. He looked out and saw a small redheaded girl staring up at him. She was cute and just sitting alone. He made eye contact with her and smiled, making a mental note to try to meet up with her after the show.
He kept playing attempting to keep his focus on the task at hand. He needed to play for this huge crowd and not just this girl. He didn't know what it was about her that was drawing his eyes that direction. He winked and smiled at her, looking away at the drunk girls at his feet. He wasn't a fan of drunk girls in general. It was nothing personal but it was difficult to have any kind of meaningful conversation with someone whom you are afraid will puke on your favorite pair of boots.
The Well Hungarians finished their last set of the evening and started packing up their equipment He kept looking out off of the stage into the club and found her still sitting there. He smiling, rushing to finish before she left.
"Cody, can you finish packing up?" he asked wiping the sweat off of his forehead with the back of his hand.
"You got company, Rog?" Cody asked looking over in the woman's direction and smiling.
"Not yet," he said with a wicked grin. "I hope so."
Cody clapped him hard on the back and said, "Have fun, man."
He boldly walked right up to the stranger and said, "Hi, I'm Roger. Can I sit down?" He slid into the chair next to her.
"Sure, April," she said quietly almost in shock. She extended a hand for him to shake. She smiled up at him when he took her hand.
He noticed she wasn't exactly sober, but nowhere near as gone as the other women he'd encountered that night. "Whatcha drinking?" he asked looking down at her glass.
"Stoli," she said letting her hazel eyes meet his. Roger looked up at the bartender, "Two Stoli, please."
He looked back at April and smiled. "I've never met a woman that liked drinking Stoli."
The bartender placed the drinks in front of them. "Thanks," she said looking at him shyly. Roger believed this girl to be incredibly attractive and somewhat innocent looking. He had no idea why she'd be in a club like that alone.
"So, wanna go out for coffee after we leave here? I don't have anywhere special to be tomorrow," he said rather awkwardly. This girl intrigued him and he didn't want to let her disappear never to be seen again.
"I was just going to go home, but you can join me if you'd like," she said smiling mischievously while taking his hand into hers. Roger shuttered a bit knowing he'd probably be having a very interesting evening should he take her up on her offer. Perhaps she wasn't as innocent as she originally appeared.
"Sounds good," he said giving her hand a squeeze. He finished his drink and she finished hers. Putting on his jacket, hand in hand he walked back to her apartment having no idea what would be transpiring that evening.