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“I’m impressed Shane. You are quite the formidable rocker.”
“Isn’t she great?” Carmen gushed, giving her girlfriend a kiss on the cheek.
“Thanks, Tina.” Shane said as she wrapped her arm around her giddy girlfriend.
Marina brought the band and Tina a round of drinks, while Kit opted for root beer.
“So what’s up TK, Bette didn’t force you to go with her to San Diego? I would have thought you two would have been sexing it up and down the Southern California coastline by now.” Alice quipped.
Tina’s cheeks burned with embarrassment at the rhythm guitarist’s comment.
“Jesus Al, where’s your fucking filter?” Shane asked shaking her head.
“You know better than anyone that girl don’t have one, Shaney.” Kit said. “But Alice, can you please refrain from referencing my Baby Sister’s love life in front of me, okay? I don’t wanna be thinkin’ ‘bout none-a that. No offense, girl.” She said looking Tina’s way.
“None taken, Kit.” Tina said. She let the news of Bette’s departure sink in but tried not to let it show on her face. “I have to work the rest of the week, Alice. So I was unable to tag along.” The blonde explained, hoping to throw the band off her scent. Kit knew better.
“Well, right on, because now you’re here with us. So what are you gonna sing tonight?” Angus asked as he pushed the huge binder of song titles in front of Tina.
“Oh, umm,” She hesitated. “I wasn’t planning on singing tonight, guys.”
Tina’s statement was met with a chorus of resounding “BOOs” from the table and she couldn’t help but giggle at the group’s dynamic. She really enjoyed hanging out with them. They all made her feel so welcomed. It was refreshing and she hoped her time with them wouldn’t be cut short over a poorly calculated decision on her part.
“Tina! Do you see that large glass jar over there behind Kit near the basket where everyone is putting their singing slips?” Carmen pointed.
Tina looked in the direction Carmen was talking about and saw what looked to be a large glass vase stuffed with cash.
“Yeah…” She said tentatively.
“Everyone here who’s gonna sing, pays Kit very well to get them on stage! You, my friend, know people who know people, so take advantage and sing a song while it’s free!” Carmen was adamant.