Later on, Craig met up with Spied and the guys in the main hall. He informed them of Jude's tagging along. Spied made a few gestures that suggested he wasn't exactly happy to hear she was coming. Sure, Spied loved Jude, but he knew she was going through something and he didn't want the entire night to revolve around her issues. Mainly, Tom Quincy. Quite frankly, Spiederman was tired of hearing the name.
Shortly after, Jude joined the four boys in a rather chipper mood.
"Hey guys!" the blond cheesed.
"Hey," Craig smirked.
"Hi Jude." Spied greeted unenthusiastically.
"Aw, what kinda attitude is that? We're gonna have fun tonight and if you're planning on bringin' us down than take your ass home." Jude said jokingly.
"Excuse me?" Spied replied to his friend's lightened mood.
"Did I stutter? Take that ass home if you don't plan on shakin' it."
"You're serious? You're happy now?" piped up Wally.
"I sure as hell am. Tonight I'm letting loose."
"Are yah sure? Cause not too long ago you were sulking around the studio. What changed? " Kyle asked.
"Well, I came to a realization. Guys suck, and it's completely ridiculous for me to ruin my social life because of one doof. So, tonight I'm gonna hang with friends, get loaded and possibly wasted."
"Alright then, let's get this show on the road." Spiederman announced, clapping his hands together.
"Let's do it." Jude led the way out the studio.
…
The gang decided to hit up a local bar/dance club a few blocks away from the studio. Spied thought it to be a great place to find desperate, heartbroken hotties. Of course his suggestion was followed by numerous jokes from the other three.
"That's the only way you get girls… if they're desperate." Kyle joked. Jude laughed momentarily before she remembered she dated the guitarist as well.
"Hey," she yelped, playfully punching Kyle in the ribs.
The place was jamin', to say the least. The music was loud and energetic, there were "lively" people out on the dance floor and the place didn't reek of cigarettes and vomit. The bouncers were even cool guys; they immediately recognized Jude and let them pass.
"I'll get us a table," Wally offered.
"I'll get the drinks. Hopefully these fake IDs still have their charm." Kyle said. He walked off with Wally.
"I'll get the girls. There are plenty here." Spiederman left, leaving Jude and Craig alone.
"Um, I'd offer to do something, but, it seems like the guys are already on it."
"Yeah, almost makes yah feel useless." She attempted to joke. They were silent soon after. They both stood awkwardly at the entrance.
"So," Craig said, hoping to strike up a conversation.
"So…how long have you known Spied?" Jude asked. She and Craig proceeded through the crowd.
"Um, about 3 months. I had a gig after I got out of… a place. Spied and the guys were there. We kinda hit it off after that. What about you? The two of you have known each other since kindergarten? I'm sure you have some stories."
"Yup, me and Spied go way back. You'd be surprised how much stuff I know about him, stuff he probably doesn't even know about himself."
"Hey guys," came Wally. "Table's over here." He said. He guided them to their lounging spot. The table was round; a red circular booth surrounded it. The three of them slid in. Jude and Wally on one side, Craig on the other.
"So, you given any thought to your album?" Jude asked "I mean, I know you just agreed to the contract today but,"
"Ah, yeah. I'm thinking about recording a few songs that I wrote in my journal. Yah know, songs you have in your head but don't really bother to do much else with them. I had loads of time to write them in… college."
"Oh, but Spied said you didn't go to college." Jude said.
"No, no I went to college, but… I was only there for about a month. The pressure, the classes, the work, I just couldn't deal. So I dropped out."
"Well, where'd you attend?" Wally asked.
"U of T. My friends and I shared a place together for a while." This was rich; I can't believe I'm lying to them like this. Why can't I just tell them the truth? I'm better now.
"Cool. I got a friend who goes there." Wally said.
"Well, it's a… great campus. Plenty of spots to go and clear your head." Craig insisted.
"Oh, here comes lover boy." Wally announced as the three of them turned to see Spiederman approach the table. A large, red stain now decorated his white t-shirt.
"Damn, what happened to you?" Jude giggled.
"Well, I found a girl." Spied said, sliding into the booth next to Craig.
"Clearly," Wally laughed.
"So I'm talking to her. She's hot, she seems interested, I'm definitely interested and we're just talking. Then this big buff guy comes up next to her, she gives him a look and then splashes her drink on my shirt. Telling me to go away, I'm a pervert, she has a boyfriend. So she's all over him, while he's giving me this if you don't leave I'm gonna kill you look. So I just split."
Everyone stared at him for a moment, and then a sudden eruption of laughter circulated around the booth.
"Wow, that's… wow." Jude laughed.
"It's really not funny." Spied rolled his eyes.
"Yeah it is," the other three said at once.
"Ha, ha." Spied sarcastically laughed.
Kyle joined them at the table a moment later.
"No drinks?" Wally asked.
"Yep, my cousin's working the bar tonight. He promised us one or two drinks as long as we kept a low pro…" Kyle's eyes fell on Spied. "Dude, what happened to your shirt?"
"Never mind that."
"Spied had some girl issues." Craig explained.
"Oh, another girl denied having interest in you when her boyfriend showed up?" Kyle asked. Jude snorted.
"Leave me alone." Spied folded his arms and looked away from the group.
"So the drinks?" Craig asked, calming his laughter
"Um, they're ready when we're ready."
"Look, forget the drinks for now. Let's… let's dance." Jude took Wally's hand and they scooted out the booth. Spied, Craig and Kyle followed. Jude led them out on the dance floor.