I lean against the doorframe as I glance around the room, noticing most of the radio personnel and record label suits have left. Remaining are more of the groupie fans who are dying to party like rock stars—whatever that means. These parties aren’t much different than ones I attended ten years ago—before I had a pot to piss in.
Noah is making out with some chick on the couch, and the two women sitting next to them keep trying not to notice. I feel like I should warn them that, any minute, she’ll either be sucking his dick or they’ll be fucking, but I decide against it, hoping when they figure it out, their faces will at least provide some entertainment tonight.
They’re talking to a few guys from our crew who I’ve seen try this tactic before to get laid. Some girls get turned on by watching others go at it. Unfortunately, I don’t think these two are those types of girls.
The guys are hoping to get in on the action, turning Noah and his chick into an orgy once he makes his final move. It’s a puss move on their part, but as they’re roadies, I can understand them just wanting to get some action before we move on to the next city.
Too bad these guys aren’t paying close enough attention to the girls, as it’s written all over their faces that they aren’t okay with the couple next to them, no matter who Noah is.
I have to cover my laugh when the girls have finally had enough and decide to leave. Disappointment covers the roadies’ faces when they realize they probably aren’t getting any tonight and that all the effort was for nothing.
I turn my attention to Jack, who’s taking a shot from some chick’s boobs, while Max is licking down the stomach of a girl lying on a table before pouring liquor into her belly button. Giggles from the girls fill the room as hoots and hollers follow from the groups of guys who surround them, watching the show, wishing they were them.
A guy I don’t recognize in the corner catches my eye. The girl he’s with keeps swaying from side to side, and her eyes are glazed over. If he wasn’t pressing her against the wall, I doubt she’d be standing at all.
My dad mode clicks into high gear.
I nudge the crew member next to me. “Hey, is this guy with us?” I point to the couple.
He glances and then says, “Nah, he’s part of the local crowd.”
The way he keeps trying to feel up on the girl, pushing his body into hers, as he kisses her neck isn’t sitting right with me, so I make my way toward them.
Once he sees me walk by, he stops, happily taking advantage of his chance to talk to me. “Adam, dude, you’re my fucking hero.”
We slap hands, and I nod. “Thanks for coming. Is your friend okay?”
The girl stumbles, just like I suspected she would, when he’s not holding her up anymore.
“What’s her name?”
He shrugs. “Haven’t even gotten it yet. Won’t matter tomorrow though, if you know what I mean.” He playfully hits my arm like that’s supposed to make me laugh.
It doesn’t.
I turn to her, holding my hand out to shake hers. “I’m Adam. What’s your name?”
“Sheila,” she says, smiling and pressing out her chest to me. The motion is too much for her to handle, and she falls into me instead.
“Who are you here with?” I ask, searching the room to see if anyone is paying attention to her.
She steps up to me again, placing her hand on my chest to keep herself steady, alcohol reeking from her breath. “I’m here all by myself. My friends were too afraid to come party with y’all, but I wasn’t going to miss out on the chance.”
I run my eyes down her outfit with the short miniskirt and tight leather top that pushes her boobs out more than necessary. No wonder this guy was all over her. She looks like she’s here to find someone to go home with, but the fact that she’s as drunk as she is makes me pause.
The guy she was talking to nods his head and raises his eyebrows when he notices I just checked out her goods. He thinks we’re thinking the same thing, but we’renot.
“So, tell me, Adam, do you like to party?” Her words slur out.
“Hell yeah, he does!” the guy hollers, and I decide to play along.
I don’t see tonight ending well for her, especially if she’s here alone.
I grab her hand. “Come with me,” I say, trying not to sound too sexual, but making sure she follows me just in case.
“Yeah, Adam,” the guy cheers.
I nod my head as I slide my arm around her waist, more to make sure she can walk straight than for anything else. I get Nick’s attention, the head of our security, so he follows me.
