He had to get there early to beat the crowd. Lucky for him his friend Gary was working that night and let him in a little early. He found a nice little booth in the back in a dark corner, got a beer, and sat and listened to the band's sound check as the crowd that was once outside slowly started to filter in. He checked his phone and there were no messages from Matt, who was supposed to meet him there. He probably flaked out again, and that didn't really bother Les at all. He would enjoy the show, regardless.
Soon the little club was full of people, and he had to keep telling people he was expecting some friends so they wouldn't try and sit at the small booth with him. Finally, the show started, and people stopped bugging him as they flocked to get closer to the band. Les closed his eyes and enjoyed the music, happy in his corner.
Suddenly, he felt an uncomfortable feeling wash over him, and he opened his eyes and looked around. There. About ten feet away at the back bar was Celeste, looking at him and smiling. As soon as his gaze landed on her, he saw her chuckle a bit and she made her way over to him, drink in hand. Les didn't mind Celeste, and returned her smile as she made her way over. She was wearing a loose but stylish black sweater with dark blue jeans with bulky boots over them. She didn't sit down immediately, and the corner wasn't as insanely loud as the rest of the club might be, so when she started to talk he could hear her just fine.
"If ever I want to find you, I always know to look in the darkest, most secluded corner," she said, smiling down at him. He shrugged up at her, and she waved a hand towards him, dismissingly. "What is the point of going to a live show if you can't even see the band?"
"I don't like them for their looks. I like the way the sound," he answered, chuckling lightly as she rolled her eyes and then started to move closer to the side of the booth he was occupying.
"Scoot, and get ready for a cuddle. Creeper over there," she said while making a face like she smelled something bad, motioned with her head the direction of said creeper. Les glanced up and saw exactly who she was talking about. The guy was trying to look like he wasn't creep, which made him look even creepier. Les scooted over and lifted his arm, allowing Celeste to slide in next to him while he placed his arm protectively over her shoulders.
"You know, if you have become so fond of my cuddles, you just have to ask. You don't have to keep making up this creeper bullshit," he said teasingly. He really didn't mind when she did this, and he had to admit that it actually felt really nice. Celeste had a way about her that made nothing ever seem awkward, or uncomfortable. When they had met a year ago at a mutual friend's party, she had found him sitting alone watching a movie, and sat on the couch with him and started talking about the movie like they had known each other for years.
"Ha!" she exclaimed, while taking a sip of her drink. She shifted her shoulders away just slightly, only so that when she turned to face him her face wouldn't be all up in his. "Wasn't Matt supposed to be here?"
"Supposed to," was all the answer he gave, and it was all she needed. Matt was the mutual friend, and they both knew how flakey he was. She shifted her shoulders back to where they were and relaxed into Les, making him feel some sort of way he couldn't quite explain. Excited, yet at ease at the same time. They sat for a bit, just listening to the music and sipping their drinks. Then he felt her stiffen, and instantly looked around to see what had alarmed her.
Creeper had moved to a different spot but was staring right at them. He looked away as soon as Les made eye contact with him, but stayed at his perch, able to turn around and look at them whenever he wanted. Less was instantly pissed. Celeste shifted a little and turned and looked at Les. "Kiss me," she said, and Les gave her a puzzled look. "Look, this guy wouldn't leave me alone while I was waiting in line to get in here, and he pissed me off. So, I want to piss him off." She relaxed back into the nook of his arm and placed a hand on the side of his face, gently pulling his face towards hers.