“And on Abbey,” I add with a laugh.
“Not sure I’d want to party if my other option was Abbey, either.” He smiles. “You probably don’t remember me, huh?”
“Vaguely. I have a shitty memory.”
“Cameron Ward. I’m the lead guitarist for Great Falls. We did the tour with you guys last summer.”
“Right. Hard to forget a band like Great Falls.”
I’m not lying, even if the face he makes shows he doesn’t buy it. Great Falls is a pretty decent band. I remember a few of his guitar riffs impressing me quite a bit. Their self-produced album is downloaded on my phone, but I’m not here to stroke the guy’s ego.
“Want a drink?”
We weave our way through the massive crowd of people throughout the house. Every corner is stuffed with people. Hot girls are mixed in with your average wannabe band guys. Music makes talking hard, but not impossible. The air is heavy with booze, weed, and a hint of cigarettes.
I let Cameron lead me through the swarm of people to the giant dining room. The table is covered with bottles of every kind of alcohol you could want. It looks like a liquor store threw up in here.
“Help yourself.”
I pick up a bottle of whiskey, filling up a plastic cup halfway. I want to get my buzz back, but I don’t need to get fucked up tonight. I'd much rather find a willing girl to take home.
“Whose party is this?” I ask as he pours himself a drink.
“Calvin Loudman. He is just renting the place. Every few weeks he throws a huge party at a rental. Shit gets wild, but it’s all good fun.”
“Cam,” a voice cuts in. “You left me again.”
I glance over to see an attractive girl standing to our side. She glares daggers at Cameron, and I’d assume she is his girlfriend if it weren’t for the fact that she is almost a carbon copy of him. Just slightly shorter, with great tits and longer hair. Not long hair, just longer than his. Her caramel hair sits just at her shoulders.
She wears a tight tan turtleneck that sticks to her chest like latex. A short brown skirt highlights the curves of her hips, while the dark tights covering her legs stick to her like a second skin.
Her lips are pouty under the pink gloss she wears. Simple eyeshadow rests over her light blue eyes that look so much like Cameron’s it’s almost eerie. Only her eyes are far less friendly. There is a rage resting behind them, and I’m very tempted to see what would happen if I fanned the flame.
There is a light brown mark sitting at the corner of one eye. It hints that she might be more trouble than she is worth.
She clearly tried to cover up a bruise, and while the idea of someone laying hands on a woman makes me ill, that is not the kind of drama I need in my life. Her honor is not mine to defend, so I’ll kindly stay out of it.
“I just went out for a smoke and ran into Ben here. Chill, sis.”
“I specifically asked you not to leave me alone,” she says sharply. “You know…” Her eyes roam over to me as if she suddenly realized that Cameron mentioned someone else being here.
“Why did you come then?” He chuckles. “Stop being so uptight, Prue. Have a drink and try to have some fun.” He passes her a bottle of vodka.
She eyes me before glancing at the bottle in her hands.
“This is Ben.” Cameron motions to me. “From Haunting Memories.”
“I know who he is.” She raises an eyebrow, letting her eyes dart back to me. “You look different in person.”
“Do I?” I smile. I could show her a whole world of different in person, but I resist the urge to stick my dick in her. Whatever trouble stems from the bruise on her face is not worth whatever pleasure she could bring my cock.
Instead, I let my eyes drift to a group of girls off toward the stairs. They giggle among themselves, glancing my way. Clearly, they know who I am, which will make it a whole lot easier to fuck them.
“What are you doing here?”
I shrug.
“Slumming it.” Cameron laughs. “Reminding us lesser guys what the dream is.”
