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Spaceland Bar Area
“So how much longer is your second set going to be before we can all have a seat and talk business?” Aaron asked Tayo as they stood near the bar with Tina, Dana, Oscar, Esai, Paige, Lara, and Ethan as well as James and Tori. Aaron had his armed draped around Chastity, the stripper, as he tried to engage the bass player.
Tayo just stared at him with a blank look on her face.
Aaron’s smile faltered a little. He leaned over to Tina. “Does she speak English?”
“Yep.” Tina replied and took a drink of her beer.
“So, Chastity, is it?” Tori asked the young woman on Aaron’s arm. Chastity nodded excitedly. “What do you do here in LA?”
“I’m a dancer.” She replied. All of Aaron’s co-workers struggled not to spit beer from their noses as they snorted back their giggles.
“Oh, very cool! Which dance company do you work for?”
“The Seventh Veil over on Sunset.”
Tori realized that Chastity was talking about a strip club and found herself struggling with how to prolong the conversation. “Nice.” She said as James looked away trying to contain his own laughter.
“There’s Alice and Shane.” Dana said pointing to the employees-only area from which the band members were emerging. Carmen was right behind them.
When they saw their friends, the three of them made a beeline with wild and excited eyes.
“You guys! You totally missed it!” Carmen shouted. “Alice just knocked the shit out of Jodi!”
“What?!” Dana, Tina, and Tayo replied.
“Details, now!” James demanded.
Alice and Carmen disclosed the events leading up to the punch and Tina saw Bette slowly emerge from the employees-only hall. The blonde jogged over to greet her.
“I just heard.” She said as she grabbed her girlfriend’s hand. “I’m so pissed I missed it.” Bette looked at her girlfriend with a coy smile.
“I couldn’t believe it myself. It felt so satisfying even if I wasn’t the one to land that punch. I’m pretty sure we don’t ever have to worry about Jodi trying to talk to us again.”
“I can’t say that I’m upset about that.”
“Fuck, I need a drink.”
“Say no more, Little Porter.” Tina pulled Bette towards the bar where they had a bucket of IPAs on ice waiting for them.