Rock n' Roll
Her heart thumped in time with the music, the bass reverberating through the floor and her body. She almost felt as if she were shaking too. Wincing, she gripped the plastic cup tighter, glancing up at Eddie. He was too busy staring at the band.
A man crush, she had called it. The tips of his ears had turned red. A long-term fan was how he would phrase it.
They hadn't been out in a while and Rachel knew she owed him that much, but she hadn't been expecting this. Not when he had promised her a night of music. A concert where you could sit down, a live singer at a restaurant, or a musical. Any of those other suggestions would have been fine by her.
She should have known better.
He peered across, noting the downward slant of her mouth, the way she frowned up at the lighted stage. Eddie slid an arm around her waist, pulling her closer.
"One more song and then we'll go, if you want." He knew he should have asked her first. At least checked if this was what she enjoyed.
Rachel appreciated the effort, standing on her toes to reach his ear.
"No, it's fine," she shouted back. "When you said rock, this isn't what I had in mind. I thought you meant… You know. More Elvis or Stevie."
Eddie looked sincerely apologetic. "I'm sorry. I should have said it was a Metallica tribute band."
Kissing him on the cheek, she rested her head against his shoulder. At least one ear was covered.
"It doesn't matter," she told him. "You're having fun and I promised we'd spend the night together. So, let's make the most of it."
With a grin, he kissed the top of her head, turning his attention back to the band. Rachel glanced down into her cup. If they were planning to stay, she might ask the bartender to add a little vodka. She needed something to help her get through this.