Post by Kellan Alexander Reynolds on Apr 23, 2013 14:21:22 GMT -5
All he'd been looking for was a quick hello with an old friend and a few drinks. So far, all he'd gotten was music that made his ears hurt and a couple come on lines that would have made even Colts sound good. By the amateur group on stage and the wince Lexi had tossed them the second they'd taken up their instruments, Kells figure it was a pretty good bet that particular group wouldn't be getting another shot at tormenting the patrons of SCREAMERS. Not unless she really didn't want to send customers out the door, screaming.
And being the smart lady Ms. Blair was, he was knew that wasnt the case. Which, also probably explained why she'd abandoned him to race towards the stage and backroom almost before they'd even gotten a hello in. Oh, yeah. Smart lady indeed. She knew where her bread was buttered in this club and it definitely wasn't with the wanna be rockers on stage that sounded more like cats in heat than any musically talented group.
Making himself comfortable on a bar stool at the large oak counter, the dark haired hunter rubbed at his bum knee as he ordered a double of Crown on the rocks and waited for her return. No less than three drunk females had approached him but when he turned his cold gaze upon them, two had skuttled off with their tales between their legs. The third, a particularly bold redhead, actually amused him with the way she seemed to take his brush off as a challenged.
At least, till he told her that he'd seen the wedding ring she'd slipped in her pocket and what he thought of cheating whores like herself. Then, she too, had left in a huff. Imagine that right? It seemed that the more people wanted honesty, the more they wanted a nice little polish to it too. Only, Kellan has done with polish. He was more a tell it like you saw it kind of guy. If they didn't like it? Well, he figured that was their problem, not his.