in a couple months, I was really starting to want something to do during the day. I mainly just, well, napped and lounged.
Kellan didn’t seem to have any other job than the band. He would leave for a few hours in the afternoon or early evening to meet with the guys; they played a couple of other smaller bars during the week and Pete’s every Friday and almost every Saturday. He would sometimes go 47
for a run during the day. He even invited me to go with him a couple times, but I wasn’t quite comfortable enough to say yes. The rest of his time was spent resting, reading, writing, singing or playing his guitar.
He did his own laundry, made his own food, and aside from his messy bed, cleaned up after himself. He was pretty easy-going, as far as roommates go.
I also fell into an easy rhythm at my new job at Pete’s. My limited waitressing skills were starting to kick back in. That first week, Denny came in every night after work and let me “practice” on him. He would order different things from the menu, and make it as complicated as possible, to see if I could get it right. It made me laugh every time, but it helped, by the third night I finally got him the food he actually ordered, which was good, because the guys in the kitchen were getting a little irritated at us.
I was surprised at how often Kellan and his band came into the bar during the week. They always sat at the same table, back by the stage. I don’t think it would have mattered to them if people were sitting there already or not. It was just known in the bar, that that table was theirs, and when they came in, you better move or sit with them. Weeknights were busy, but nowhere near as packed as the weekends, and while women still watched Kellan openly, the people here were regulars and generally left the guys alone. Generally. There were still pockets of adoring fans here and there. The guys seemed to come in after rehearsal, or if they had a show that night, they would come in before their gig - they were there practically every day.
Their claimed table happened to be in my section. On my second night, they had all come in together, and I’d had to grit my teeth to approach them. Luckily, Denny had been with them too. That had definitely made it easier to talk to them; they were just way too intimidating, all grouped together like that, especially with the bathroom homage still fresh in my mind. And, as predicted, I had blushed furiously at Griffin, and he had found that immensely entertaining.
By the following Monday, after a hectic weekend of waitressing the throngs of people the guys had brought in both Friday and Saturday night (that was so crazy-busy, I couldn’t even remember it), I was finally comfortable approaching the group. Unfortunately, they were all too 48
comfortable with me by that point as well. They all seemed to delight in teasing me. Well, not so much Evan - he was just a big sweetie.
Watching them walk in, I sighed and rolled my eyes. Here we go again. Evan came in first and gave me a great big bear hug. I laughed when I could breathe again. Matt and Griffin seemed lost in some disagreement, but Griffin still managed to smack my ass on the way to his chair. I sighed at him and glanced over at Sam, who was paying no attention to the quartet whatsoever. Anyone else would have been kicked out on their rump for that, but apparently, these four owned the place.
Kellan came in last, looking perfect as usual. He had his guitar slung over his shoulder tonight; he brought it in sometimes when he was working on new stuff. He nodded at me with a small adorable smile on his face and took his seat.
“Usual tonight, boys?” I said, trying my best to sound as confident as sweet Jenny did.
“Yeah, thank you, Kiera,” Evan replied politely for the group.
Griffin was not so polite. “Fuck yeah, of course, sweetheart.” He grinned at me mischievously. He seemed to know how his crudeness irritated me and he played it up whenever I
Kellan didn’t seem to have any other job than the band. He would leave for a few hours in the afternoon or early evening to meet with the guys; they played a couple of other smaller bars during the week and Pete’s every Friday and almost every Saturday. He would sometimes go 47
for a run during the day. He even invited me to go with him a couple times, but I wasn’t quite comfortable enough to say yes. The rest of his time was spent resting, reading, writing, singing or playing his guitar.
He did his own laundry, made his own food, and aside from his messy bed, cleaned up after himself. He was pretty easy-going, as far as roommates go.
I also fell into an easy rhythm at my new job at Pete’s. My limited waitressing skills were starting to kick back in. That first week, Denny came in every night after work and let me “practice” on him. He would order different things from the menu, and make it as complicated as possible, to see if I could get it right. It made me laugh every time, but it helped, by the third night I finally got him the food he actually ordered, which was good, because the guys in the kitchen were getting a little irritated at us.
I was surprised at how often Kellan and his band came into the bar during the week. They always sat at the same table, back by the stage. I don’t think it would have mattered to them if people were sitting there already or not. It was just known in the bar, that that table was theirs, and when they came in, you better move or sit with them. Weeknights were busy, but nowhere near as packed as the weekends, and while women still watched Kellan openly, the people here were regulars and generally left the guys alone. Generally. There were still pockets of adoring fans here and there. The guys seemed to come in after rehearsal, or if they had a show that night, they would come in before their gig - they were there practically every day.
Their claimed table happened to be in my section. On my second night, they had all come in together, and I’d had to grit my teeth to approach them. Luckily, Denny had been with them too. That had definitely made it easier to talk to them; they were just way too intimidating, all grouped together like that, especially with the bathroom homage still fresh in my mind. And, as predicted, I had blushed furiously at Griffin, and he had found that immensely entertaining.
By the following Monday, after a hectic weekend of waitressing the throngs of people the guys had brought in both Friday and Saturday night (that was so crazy-busy, I couldn’t even remember it), I was finally comfortable approaching the group. Unfortunately, they were all too 48
comfortable with me by that point as well. They all seemed to delight in teasing me. Well, not so much Evan - he was just a big sweetie.
Watching them walk in, I sighed and rolled my eyes. Here we go again. Evan came in first and gave me a great big bear hug. I laughed when I could breathe again. Matt and Griffin seemed lost in some disagreement, but Griffin still managed to smack my ass on the way to his chair. I sighed at him and glanced over at Sam, who was paying no attention to the quartet whatsoever. Anyone else would have been kicked out on their rump for that, but apparently, these four owned the place.
Kellan came in last, looking perfect as usual. He had his guitar slung over his shoulder tonight; he brought it in sometimes when he was working on new stuff. He nodded at me with a small adorable smile on his face and took his seat.
“Usual tonight, boys?” I said, trying my best to sound as confident as sweet Jenny did.
“Yeah, thank you, Kiera,” Evan replied politely for the group.
Griffin was not so polite. “Fuck yeah, of course, sweetheart.” He grinned at me mischievously. He seemed to know how his crudeness irritated me and he played it up whenever I
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