Let's Go For A Pint (Vampire/Humor)

9.4 Unholy Haremtourage

Before the concert, we got treated to limousine rides and some really expensive rosé oddly closer to red than pink. While Carmen and I would normally go for it, she still had to watch her alcohol consumption, and I personally wasn't a fan of sparkling wines. It could be the most expensive bottle in the world and I wouldn't drink it. Instead, we took the offer of regular red wine with me finishing the entire bottle. The weird thing was the label said "produced in Dubai". The bottle of rosé had it too.

Anyway, we arrived at the venue not too long after the doors opened to the public. For us VIP pass holders, we had a section reserved close enough to the stage. We were getting preferential treatment after all we might as well be death row inmates. On second thought, not a good idea to use death row inmates; it's too grim. We were treated like foreign dignitaries who had to be shown the best so we would say, "Wow, this leader is totally not running a dictatorship."

The concert started nearly an hour late. One of the backup dancers possibly had a wardrobe malfunction, but it was more likely the Boys slept in coffins and one of them forgot to set his alarm. I had to read Carmen's cheesy fan fiction before we left.

To be honest, I wasn't that impressed with the show other than they had less gyrating dance moves. They performed a mix of old songs and their new ones, and of course, all their classic number one hits during their encore. Whatever teased the crowd surely didn't tease me, and I wanted out of there. So I hid in the furthest washroom from our seats from intermission until the meet and greet with the rest of the VIPs backstage. Concert was loud enough for me from that far anyway.

An attendant led us to what appeared to be designated as a green room. I think it's called a green room even if it wasn't green. In a corner was a buffet featuring food that none of us could afford like stuff made from wagyu beef and aged ingredients. Hell, some of these aged ingredients might be as old as me if brined in a witch-brewed concoction. I could afford this to a certain extent since I save a lot by not eating solid food often. Eating lavishly would definitely cut into my nest egg. It's not often you find a goose that lays golden ones.

Oh yeah, the band was here too.

"Welcome! Welcome!" Malik greeted us. "Feel free to serve yourselves to the food."

Of course we did. After gathering whatever I could pile onto my plate, I sat next to Carmen who sat next to Donnie. The other girls desired to be next to him, prompting cat fights, leaving the Boys themselves to settle these arguments. Fans desire to be with the bad boy as much as the public despises him.

"Settle down, ladies," Donnie spoke as he appointed himself as mediator. "There's plenty of me and the Boys to go around."

"I got to see him first before y'all, so he literally knows me already," Chelsea boasted, ignoring the whole situation.

"Kirstie and I arrived here first, so we should sit beside him," another girl argued.

"Cool your tits!" Carmen cut into the bitchfest. "He sat down where he wanted to sit and all you care about is who gets to fondle Donnie first."

"What makes you so special?" The girl who brought along her gay but possibly straight best friend snapped at Carmen. "You're just like every other girl here who wants Donnie all to herself."

"Oh come on! We're just gonna bitch here like schoolgirls? Un-fucking-believable."

And that is one reason I don't invest in fandoms. It's as bad as atheists debating theists on who's morally right and which faith is the one true one. Not that they're all bad.

"Enough!" Donnie growled. While it did get the girls and one guy to stop arguing, what bothered me was the growl. It sounded as if he used some sort of mind control, like a hypnotizing technique. Strange that doesn't happen to me when I do it. Anyway, the growl silenced the room, except for a few electrical hums.