Hush

More Tequila While Tripping

We hop out of the uber we got because we all were too lazy to walk anymore after the ocean walk. I almost fell flat on my face in front of a classy looking bar as grudge music blares from the speakers. Luckily, Josh caught me with help from my vampire skills. Grudge music has been my love since birth with my parents being into a lot of grunge bands. I remember constantly having them leave me with Grandma while they go for many concerts. They danced around our little apartment listening to their favourite bands with me when there wasn't a show--- They actually conceived me during a Nirvana concert. One of the last Nirvana shows before Kurt was found dead in 1994. Grandma told me that she guessed that's probably the day. Mom and Dad had snuck out without her or Grandpa knowing--- she went to call them for dinner and they weren't where they thought they would have been all afternoon. What my grandparents thought was that they were watching movies in mom's room that was in the basement. Basement had an exit door. They were freshly seventeen with fake IDs that said nineteen. The band apparently pointed them out too, at the end of Smells like Teen Spirit--- Mom and Dad never really told me anything but that they had emotions come over them, and they just started screwing mid concert. Middle of the mosh pit. Not a fuck being given that night. They never got arrested for sexual public display of affection either. I guess I'm destined to be a screw up being the product of public indecency. I loved to party as a human and it's pretty damn fun as a vampire that doesn't get tired. I'm feeling the alcohol and I'm tripping hard. I did consume three pina coladas at the last place where Josh sang and many shots of tequila that were packed up for us. Because Josh just wanted to randomly leave and go to his apartment.

"Are you okay?" Josh asks curiously, whispering to me trying to keep a low profile in front of the busy Vancouver hot spot for fun. Josh links his elbow with mine, holding me up on my feet.

I brush it off. "Yeah, I'm fine. I want to party!" I run up to the entrance of the grudge venue by night, family breakfast restaurant by day. I look at the ticket lady and I ask very politely, "Tickets for me and him please!" I point back to Josh.

"Tickets on me tonight! The six behind us included.Then the next few people too. The next 20 or so get in, on me." Josh says meeting up with me. He sneaks his hand around mine sweetly. I'm surprised at all the touchy feely he really is all about. His fingers going between each one of my fingers making a strong fist together. "There is a catch, they have to know our band to get in on us... get them to same a song." Josh adds sweetly.

"Sounds good Josh," the box office lady says simply as he slides her $300 under the plastic window between us and her. "Band members get in free, and this will get in a lot of people. More than 20." The lady chuckles.

"You're doing an excellent job Carol! Thanks! Make sure they can name at least one song!"

"Thank you. Enjoy your party night, Josh!" Carol says sweetly pushing her old librarian thick-framed glasses back up on her nose once again. We're still tripping on that tab of acid. I wonder if people can tell.

Josh flashes her a rock & roll hand sign and we start to walk to the entrance into the loud music blaring from the speakers.

I slip my hand from his tight grip and I walk quickly through the doors--- forcing Josh to run to catch up with me. I laugh to myself at Josh and his lanky limbs awkwardly jogging towards me through the doors of the building. Like what are his arms even doing? "Didn't think she'd be the box office lady for a grunge bar," I say loudly with a laugh so he can hear me over the amazingly loud, captivating music as he catches up to me.

"She has always been here. She's known in the Vancouver night and music life. What do we want to drink?"

"Shots of Villa One, please. It is so fucking smooth! It's a tequila!" I smile wanting to get him more drunk. I see a flash of a figure hide quickly. Looks familiar to me--- Jon definitely fucking sent someone to keep an eye on me tonight. I forget about it but stay on red alert.