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TRUE BLUE
The loud slam of the door signalled Chris's arrival. His singing was the second clue.
"The king of the world has arrived on time"
"Cut the noise Jericho" snapped Lita
She was watching Stacy and Torrie squeeze one last rehearsal in before the door's opened; their set was the first main feature. Jeff, who was frantically working at the chunky DJ equipment after waking up and realising how little time he had left, organised the background music that blared out jukebox loud between the sets.
"I'm here, back from rehearsing with the best band in the area, the city, the entire world" Jericho declared
"You're just lucky you're good looking judging by your band's sounds" retorted Lita
Chris flipped her the finger with a laugh and sauntered towards the bar. Working here was a side job sure but it was fun and it financed his true passion; getting his rock band Fozzy off the ground and into arenas. He'd asked Trish to do backing vocals but she'd declined, saying Bubba wouldn't like touring taking her away from him plus she loved working in the club. Whatever, it'd been her loss. For tonight anyway, Chris was lead barman, alongside Matt and Lita doing complicated bottle swapping and drink making. With a leap, he cleared the bar and landed beside Matt.
"Nice entrance Jericho" snorted Matt
"Some of us have got it Hardy, others haven't"
"Got what?"
"Charisma rock star sex appeal that leaves the crowd wanting more"
In skin-tight black leather pants and an open black paint splattered shirt, Chris did cut a stunning figure coupled with his long blonde hair that rippled from half way down, piercing blue eyes and a smug sneer that was all for show. At the bar, he played the arrogant rock star for the public and the girls who slipped him their numbers every night.
Matt just shook his head and threw him a Malibu bottle. They began mixing the ready drinks; the most popular for the first customers who came in during the rush. It was an easy way to make very quick money.
Stacy and Torrie finished their routine with a practised flourish
"Good work" Lita said approvingly "Jeff'll introduce you"
"Can we begin our change?" Stacy asked "a lot of work does into the look, as you know"
"Sure" Lita replied with a completely straight face despite the fact that Torrie was making a face behind Stacy's back
Trish was lying out in one of the booths and watched sleepily as Stacy cantered backstage. Her final rehearsal had been finished a while ago and so she was just taking in the light banter and easy silence while waiting to see Bubba after he finished the final security checks before going backstage to change herself. She liked to wait for Stacy to finish before venturing back. She liked Stacy, admired her hard work ethic and admittedly incredible dance skills but there was something about the way the tall blonde harped on at Torrie that irked Trish a lot. She felt quite protective of Torrie, knowing that Stacy looked down on her slightly for lacking the dance credentials. Torrie worked really hard and was more than a match for Stacy's barbs but Trish knew her friend had a naturally gentle nature and was clearly hurt sometimes. Stacy didn't see it through, she wasn't bad when not on stage but when becoming dance leader - unbearable. If Stacy criticised Torrie's performance tonight, Trish would kill her; Torrie's husband Billy was gonna be there. He usually worked nights but had got time off to watch her in performance. They'd only married recently and were still in that glorious romantic haze.
"You can wake up now" a rough teasing voice landslid into her thoughts
"Bubba!"
Trish found herself lifted clean out of the booth and wrapped in caring arms. She squeezed him back, high on her own happiness now
"Good to see you too!" he joked, neatly putting her down and grabbing a quick kiss
"How was bowling?"
"Good, D-Von won by outright cheating and Spike got a couple of strikes so it was usual"
Trish grinned up at her boyfriend. They were an unlikely pairing - Bubba was bulky chunky and endearing with a multitude of bizarre brothers, a penchant for camouflage clothing and black lensless glasses taped in the middle which he refused to get rid of because he said they gave him character. He and half brother D-Von had been hired by Matt and Lita after meeting them at a gig a few years back working on security. Soon they became part of the staff and Trish and Bubba a true blue opposites attract story. He was different to the other guys she knew and she loved him for it. Plus he didn't treat her like an empty blonde bimbo like so many guys did. That meant a lot in her experience.
"So ready for work then?" she asked
"As always, D-Von and me are itching for a brawl"
"That's not.."
"Hey Trish! There's room backstage" Lita's commanding tones cut in on the conversation
"OK thanks" Trish turned to Bubba "see you later, you owe me a drink"
"I always buy you a drink!"
"That is because I sing hard and need refreshment"
Stacy appeared out of the backstage door, moving for Trish to get through where she knew Torrie was waiting for a long talk. Lita marched over for a final appearance check and then nodded her approval.
"Right, just got Trish and Torrie to change and I think Jeff's finally got it together, how's security looking Bubba?"
"Airtight, D-Von and I are ready for business"
"OK, no fights started by you two tonight! I don't need lawsuits"
"You take all the fun out of work, you know that?"
TRUE BLUE
The loud slam of the door signalled Chris's arrival. His singing was the second clue.
"The king of the world has arrived on time"
"Cut the noise Jericho" snapped Lita
She was watching Stacy and Torrie squeeze one last rehearsal in before the door's opened; their set was the first main feature. Jeff, who was frantically working at the chunky DJ equipment after waking up and realising how little time he had left, organised the background music that blared out jukebox loud between the sets.
"I'm here, back from rehearsing with the best band in the area, the city, the entire world" Jericho declared
"You're just lucky you're good looking judging by your band's sounds" retorted Lita
Chris flipped her the finger with a laugh and sauntered towards the bar. Working here was a side job sure but it was fun and it financed his true passion; getting his rock band Fozzy off the ground and into arenas. He'd asked Trish to do backing vocals but she'd declined, saying Bubba wouldn't like touring taking her away from him plus she loved working in the club. Whatever, it'd been her loss. For tonight anyway, Chris was lead barman, alongside Matt and Lita doing complicated bottle swapping and drink making. With a leap, he cleared the bar and landed beside Matt.
"Nice entrance Jericho" snorted Matt
"Some of us have got it Hardy, others haven't"
"Got what?"
"Charisma rock star sex appeal that leaves the crowd wanting more"
In skin-tight black leather pants and an open black paint splattered shirt, Chris did cut a stunning figure coupled with his long blonde hair that rippled from half way down, piercing blue eyes and a smug sneer that was all for show. At the bar, he played the arrogant rock star for the public and the girls who slipped him their numbers every night.
Matt just shook his head and threw him a Malibu bottle. They began mixing the ready drinks; the most popular for the first customers who came in during the rush. It was an easy way to make very quick money.
Stacy and Torrie finished their routine with a practised flourish
"Good work" Lita said approvingly "Jeff'll introduce you"
"Can we begin our change?" Stacy asked "a lot of work does into the look, as you know"
"Sure" Lita replied with a completely straight face despite the fact that Torrie was making a face behind Stacy's back
Trish was lying out in one of the booths and watched sleepily as Stacy cantered backstage. Her final rehearsal had been finished a while ago and so she was just taking in the light banter and easy silence while waiting to see Bubba after he finished the final security checks before going backstage to change herself. She liked to wait for Stacy to finish before venturing back. She liked Stacy, admired her hard work ethic and admittedly incredible dance skills but there was something about the way the tall blonde harped on at Torrie that irked Trish a lot. She felt quite protective of Torrie, knowing that Stacy looked down on her slightly for lacking the dance credentials. Torrie worked really hard and was more than a match for Stacy's barbs but Trish knew her friend had a naturally gentle nature and was clearly hurt sometimes. Stacy didn't see it through, she wasn't bad when not on stage but when becoming dance leader - unbearable. If Stacy criticised Torrie's performance tonight, Trish would kill her; Torrie's husband Billy was gonna be there. He usually worked nights but had got time off to watch her in performance. They'd only married recently and were still in that glorious romantic haze.
"You can wake up now" a rough teasing voice landslid into her thoughts
"Bubba!"
Trish found herself lifted clean out of the booth and wrapped in caring arms. She squeezed him back, high on her own happiness now
"Good to see you too!" he joked, neatly putting her down and grabbing a quick kiss
"How was bowling?"
"Good, D-Von won by outright cheating and Spike got a couple of strikes so it was usual"
Trish grinned up at her boyfriend. They were an unlikely pairing - Bubba was bulky chunky and endearing with a multitude of bizarre brothers, a penchant for camouflage clothing and black lensless glasses taped in the middle which he refused to get rid of because he said they gave him character. He and half brother D-Von had been hired by Matt and Lita after meeting them at a gig a few years back working on security. Soon they became part of the staff and Trish and Bubba a true blue opposites attract story. He was different to the other guys she knew and she loved him for it. Plus he didn't treat her like an empty blonde bimbo like so many guys did. That meant a lot in her experience.
"So ready for work then?" she asked
"As always, D-Von and me are itching for a brawl"
"That's not.."
"Hey Trish! There's room backstage" Lita's commanding tones cut in on the conversation
"OK thanks" Trish turned to Bubba "see you later, you owe me a drink"
"I always buy you a drink!"
"That is because I sing hard and need refreshment"
Stacy appeared out of the backstage door, moving for Trish to get through where she knew Torrie was waiting for a long talk. Lita marched over for a final appearance check and then nodded her approval.
"Right, just got Trish and Torrie to change and I think Jeff's finally got it together, how's security looking Bubba?"
"Airtight, D-Von and I are ready for business"
"OK, no fights started by you two tonight! I don't need lawsuits"
"You take all the fun out of work, you know that?"