A/N: Back for chapter two! Yay! I know that this is still awfully short, but once again, didn't want to move onto the next day just yet. So this is a disco-inspired chapter, which should be both fun and random, lol. Kind of a little bit of plot progression, plus the intro of Pam, so it's all good. A big thanks to everyone for reading/reviewing/alerting the story, the response has been pretty fantastic *warm fuzzies*. Ok, well I think that's all I had to say, so I'll meet you at the bottom.

Enjoy!

Chapter Two- A Taste of Honey

EPOV

Why I kept following Bill places was beyond me. And to a fucking variety talent show of all places. Little Dahlia had mentioned something about being here though, so it might not be a total bust.

Bill, Tray, and I had just made it to the table when I discovered that this little variety show had a theme: disco. There was even a miniature disco ball hanging over every other table. Cute.

Someone blonde was approaching the table. "What can I get you guys…hey! What the hell are you guys doing here?" I looked up at the speaker. Pam.

"Could ask you the same thing," Bill responded.

"Just got a job here," replied Pam. "Needed something to do with myself, you know?" She shot me a pointed look.

"We will have another practice, Pam, don't worry." I matched her look. "Now please tell me you serve beer here." She nodded and scooted toward the counter.

I looked toward Bill. "What the hell are we doing here?" Bill opened his mouth to respond, but was interrupted by someone sliding into our booth at the same time Pam delivered our beers. It was Dahlia, and she was wearing some kind of hot pants bodysuit number. Mmm.

"Hey guys," she started, smiling and twirling a lock of her two-toned red hair. "Here for the show?" Tray was nodding like an idiot; Bill just smiled. What the hell kind of talent show were they running here? Dahlia turned to me. "What? Not excited?"

"I might be if I knew why the fuck we were here," I pointed out as calmly as possible.

"It's a secret," she giggled, and I swore she winked at Bill. I crossed my arms. It was imposing more than pouty. Dahlia was only supposed to conspire with me.

Sure, we were friends with benefits, but we were friends first. Like playing video games and watching Manswers kind of friends. Who also fucked from time to time. Whatever. She was a cool chick. What was not-so-cool was that she was obviously keeping something from me. Something that Bill knew.

I was just about to say something to her when she popped up from her seat, announcing that she had to be on stage. Well, at least I'd be finding out the surprise soon enough.

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SPOV

I looked up from where I was sitting tuning my guitar to see Dahlia returning backstage.

"Eric's here," she casually commented. I knew she knew about my grand mal rejection because she was really good friends with Eric and, well, everyone fucking knew about it. I also knew she had some kind of pull with Eric, but I wasn't that desperate to join his damn band. He could just see for his own damn self how much I wasn't worth rejecting.

"Excellent," I responded. She smiled at me and winked.

"You guys ready for this thing?" asked Arlene as she approached, guitar slung across her back. Her outfit matched mine, we were both clad in 70s-style yellow leather vests with three ties across the front. And nothing underneath. I was never more thankful for double-stick tape. But we looked hot. Dahlia was wearing a yellow vintage bathing suit that had flowers and other designs on it. It may have been a bathing suit, but it looked like a catsuit that had shorts instead of pants. It was pretty awesome.

I nodded at Arlene, pulling my own strap over my head. I was a little worried about the logistics of the revealing top and my guitar strap, so I added a couple more strips of tape where it'd count. I took one last look in the mirror, making sure my Farrah Fawcett was still properly flippy.

The original plan was to have Hadley on drums, but she had backed out a couple of days ago in order to take a babysitting job. So we were using the drummer from the club's house band. We'd never rehearsed with him before, but that was the only thing I was nervous about. Well, that and the possible appearance of the girls.

When we walked onto the stage, the curtains were still drawn and our drummer, Christian, was already set up. I walked over to my spot and got plugged in, strummed a couple times for good measure, then looked up above us to see a huge disco ball hanging above us. Cute.

Disco's not really my thing. Never has been. But I have a deep, resounding love for one disco song in particular: A Taste of Honey's "Boogie Oogie Oogie." It was the first song I ever mastered on bass that I was super proud of ("Smoke on the Water" was the first song ever, but I don't really count it). Not only is the song mostly bass-driven, but their bassist was female. That's pretty damn cool in my opinion.

So that's why we were here, to perform it. I dragged Arlene into it because I needed her, and I asked Dahlia because I can't carry a tune in a fucking paper bag. The costumes were Dahlia's idea. I was a little worried at first when she suggested them, but it worked out.

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EPOV

About five minutes had passed since Dahlia had left our table. Two more passed before the lights dimmed a little more and Pam got up on stage.

"You guys are here for disco night, so we might as well give you one." The audience started to cheer and Pam pushed her hands toward the floor, signaling them to take it down a notch. "Now before you guys go crazy, let me introduce our first act. These three girls have wicked talent and they're gonna take you straight back to the 70s," which few people in the room were even alive for, "with 'Boogie Oogie Oogie.'" Seriously?

Sure enough, the curtain swung back to reveal Dahlia, Arlene, and Sookie in 70s style clothes. As Sookie started to play the well-known bass line, I shot Bill a look. He just shrugged in response. I wanted to deck him.

Turning my attention to the stage, I watched Dahlia dancing with Sookie. The two were writing against each other…well as much as they could with Sookie holding her bass. Okay, now I was intrigued, disco or not.

My eyes roamed over Sookie, finally taking it what she was wearing. She had on purple hot pants and a yellow vest. That's it. I started to ponder how everything was staying in place when I felt a presence hanging over the back of my side of the booth. I turned around; Pam.

"She's something, isn't she?" Was everyone jumping on the 'get Sookie Stackhouse in my band' bandwagon? I mean, I knew Pam and Sookie were classmates, but I didn't they really talked or anything. But maybe they did. Who knew?

"Something is an accurate word, Pam."

"Pull the stick out of your ass, Eric. She's fucking phenomenal. Like fifty times better than Andre. Dicksuck," she muttered under her breath.

"I meant it when I said no more girls."

"Eric…"

"Drop it. Don't you have a job to do?" Pam looked like she was about to say something else, but instead closed her mouth. She popped me in the arm with her little tray before leaving the table.

When I looked back up at the stage, the girls were wrapping up the song. Looking to Compton once more, I said, "Well that was exhilarating. So much so, I'm calling a practice session for tomorrow afternoon. What do you say, Compton?"

Bill looked like a deer in the headlights. "Uh, yeah, sure." I nodded in Tray's direction to signify that he was more than welcome to attend.

I'll admit it, I had an ulterior motive in calling that practice. If I knew anything at all about Bill, coupled with his current scheming, he'd play his role in my new little plan just fine.

Hey again! Big thanks to my special ladies on Twitter, cause they're basically the shit. If you're not there, you're square. JK! But you should totally join us, we have some really crazy discussions on there. It's a blast. I'm chiisai_kitty, come find me!

Also, the song from this chapter has been added to Backbeat's play list, which is linking in my profile. Links to the girls' disco costumes are also linked there.

Rock/Disco-tionary:

-A Taste of Honey: The chapter's name comes from the band that sings "Boogie Oogie Oogie" as I mentioned above. They're seriously badass chicks for the disco era.

-Smoke on the Water: A Deep Purple song that is the "Hot Cross Buns" of the rock world. Most people I know, know how to play it on something, even if it isn't the guitar/bass. I can play it on the recorder, the clarinet, and the piano. I'm also a dork.

I totally meant to mention this last chapter, but The Social (the club we were in in ch. 1) is a really place. It's in Orlando. I've never been, as most of their shows are 21+, but I understand it's a pretty cool place. As for disco night, I didn't really have a specific place in mind, but it's definitely a jazz club of some sort. We don't have anything like that near me unfortunately, so that locale is purely fiction. Everything else, for the most part, will be factual.

Ok, I'm done talking now. Let me know what you think!

-Sydney