The atmosphere they had was almost intoxicatingly hard to resist. Keira seemed to be enjoying herself, which was a good thing, and the band played really well with each other. Being friends with most of them helped actually since they got to know each other on a more personal level. I kept drinking from my bottle a little at a time. No need to rush. All the memories I had suppressed were popping up and the music helped smooth them out and actually allowed me to handle them. I watched and chuckled to shake my head when Keira was being slightly..."promiscuious" on stage. I averted my attention of course. I didn't want anyone to think the wrong idea about me looking at her. I didn't view her in such a way either. I felt a soft hand ruffle through my hair and it shocked me from the flood of sudden memories. A woman walked past me to lean against the stage. She had a reasonably large bust and seemed to take pride in how many looks she got. Eye candy could be a description of how she presented herself.
I looked down and narrowed my eyes, "What do you want, Amber?" She was genuinely surprised that I knew her name form the look of slight shock that registered on her face. I didn't care though.
"What's wrong with catching up with an old friend?" she shot back the reply like a seductress would. And I wanted none of it.
"If you've got nothing more to do then to play games with me then I suggest you leave...now." At the tail end of my sentence I gave her a meaningful death glare. The type you'd give to those you truely did want to kill.
"Yeesh...still serious as always. You haven't changed much since the last time I saw you. Always letting your insticts get the better of you. Whatever happened to easy going and care free 'Fang' I knew?" She said it in such a way that made it seem like she was mocking me. But i knew better.
"Like you are any better. Trying to kite me into an argument like always. Oh and that care free and easy going guy is gone. KIA." I kind of shot back but I couldn't care. I was trying to cope with my memories that plagued me like some movie you watched and couldn't quite remember until something jogs your memory and it isn't the way you imagined it in your head. She continued saying whatever it was she was going to say to me, but I didn't care. I just kept drinking my drink to block out her annoying voice.