The guys had been nagging me for weeks about an upcoming gig that was "going to rock my world" or so they told me! It was a one off by a local heavy metal group that were a kind of mix between Linkin Park and some other band I can't remember. They were an up and coming band and were supposed to be "the real deal." I just laughed when the boys told me this, but agreed to tag along, as it was down in the basement of a local bar that we all frequented from time to time.
The bar was great; it had escaped the clutches of these same old same old bar's that were cropping up all over the place. You know the type, all clean and sterile, no smoking in them, giant flat screen plasma screens all showing three or four different football or baseball games at the same time. The usual beers behind the bar, light this, low that, all tasted generic to me when I was drinking.
Yes, I was a non-drinker and to be honest with you, it was not a conscious decision it just happened nearly a year ago. So the guys were putting in the fact that I had been dry so to speak for a year, they would help me to celebrate such a momentous occasion. I thanked the guys for being so kind and caring, and they just said "yes, having our own designated driver was awesome, Chris." I just playfully punched one of them in the arm, then there was a mass ruck and we were belting lumps out of one another, as is the way of the modern man.
I picked the guys up from Marks place and we drove the few miles down town to the bar. I found a space pretty close by so was happy with that. We all piled out of my car and started hitting each other, trying to give dead arms as we walked to the bar. Mark got a round of drinks in, and then we heard the sounds of another warm up band playing in the basement. I turned to say something to one of the guys and came face to face with you. You stood about 5'7" and had long hair that went half way down your back, you had a loose fitting black top, a short denim skirt on and base ball boots.
We looked at each other a moment, before you said "excuse me; I am off to see the band play."
I smiled and stepped aside. "Maybe we will bump in to each other in the dark confines of a dank, dimly lit basement." I said
A smile played across your lips, and then one of the guys said, "Yeah right Chris, in your wildest dreams boy, she is young enough to be your daughter" then slapped the back of my head.
I was just about to turn and hit him when you piped up "Mmm, always did have a thing for older men."
My mouth dropped open and the guys started whooping, hollering, and slapping my back, shouting, "she likes the older man Chris, and there aren't many older than you." I just glared at them and then smiled at you as I let you go on your way.
Ten minutes later and we were in the basement, being met by an assault on the eardrums from this band that was playing. I must be getting old I thought to myself, this music is total crap. I shook the thoughts from my mind and just started to get in to the whole mood of the gig. We stood near the back for about 20 minutes while the band finished their set, then I went up stairs and got another round of drinks for the boys and two bottles of water. As I returned to the basement and handed out the drinks, you accidently bumped in to me, spilling a little beer over my top. You went bright red and could not stop saying sorry. I just smiled and said it was no big deal, and then cracked the top of my water.