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Confessions of a Merch girl

Three

The venue had a private function room upstairs with an unlimited bar tab, one of the many perks of being a rock star. We all had the night off tomorrow so everyone could let their hair down and get to know the people they’d be spending the next 2 months with. I was feeling pretty nervous, meeting all of those people in one go was daunting. It was a good job I had alcohol there to soften the blow. The boys were already up there; with me being a girl I took three times as long to get ready. Make-up applied and hair lightly curled I stepped out of the bus to make my way to the function room.

When I got there he drink was already flowing thick and fast and chatter filled the room. Music boomed loudly and the lights were low. I spotted my boys sat at the bar, and unfortunately they spotted me too. All five of them jokingly wolf whistled in my direction, sending my blush into overdrive as everyone turned around to see what the fuss was about. I half ran to the bar, keeping my face to the floor. I punched Chris (Vocalist) hard in the arm making him groan.
“What was that about?!” I whispered frantically. They all just laughed at me; Rhys held his red shirt to my face.
“Holy fuck Vi! Where’d you go?” I glared at him and slapped his stomach, but it just made the guys laugh harder. I needed a drink. Joey read my expression and ordered all six of us two shots each. Clinking our glasses together we threw our heads back and emptied them both. I felt the vodka burn as it entered my stomach, I felt better already. I scrunched up my face at the foul taste it left in my mouth.
“Another round?” Gus (Bassist) asked, he was the heavyweight when it came to drinking. I’ve seen him consume way more alcohol than I ever thought possible. We all nodded enthusiastically.
“Can I join you?” I heard a familiar voice behind me, it was Matt.
“Oh hey Matt” I turned to face him and he pulled me into a hug. He saw my surprised expression and chuckled.
“Sure you can, guys this is Matt” I quickly composed myself. The boys greeted him and Gus ordered an extra two shots.
Matt clinked his shot glass against mine.
“Drink up; you’ve got some catching up to do” He was right; I could see people’s eyes were starting to glaze over.

Several shots later, things began to get hazy. We had ordered jelly shots, trying to drink them with our hands behind our backs. The group had got considerably bigger. Ben and some of the other crew had joined us, along with some of All Time Low’s crew. I was laughing hysterically as ben struggled to stop the jelly sliding down his face as it left the shot glass. Matt on the other hand was an absolute pro, he had finished 3 by the time we’d finished our first. He was trying to teach me how to get them down quickly.
“Get your teeth around the glass and flick it back” He picked a shot off of the bar with his mouth and shot upright, flicking his head back. It looked simple enough. I stared at the shot in front of me, working out how I was going to do this. I copied Matt exactly, bending down and carefully picking the shot glass up in my teeth. I flung my head back like he did, only the glass slipped through my teeth. It rolled off the back of my head, emptying its contents on my forehead. The jelly slowly slid down my face as I moved my moved my head back to its normal position. Nobody held back for my sake, bursting into laughter. I couldn’t help laughing a little too, I jokingly tried to lick it off the end of my nose. The All Time Low boys chose the wrong time to join the group, turning their gaze to me and the sticky mess I was in.
“There’s one on every tour…” Alex chuckled. Jack appeared beside me, nudging me playfully on the arm.
“Looks good on you!” He chirped sarcastically before giving me a sympathetic smile.
“This is all Matt’s fault.” I jokingly glared at Matt, flashing him a smile. The All Time Low boys laughed.
“It’s always Matt’s fault” Zack laughed, grinning at him. Rian appeared behind Matt, putting him in a headlock playfully and roughly ruffling his hair with a smile.
We stood talking like that for a while before I decided I needed to go clean up.
“I’m going to get this shit off my face, don’t drink too much without me!” The boys groaned in unison.
“Fiiine, just don’t take forever.” I rolled my eyes and nodded at Rhys then turned to leave.

Notes

Violets drinking outfit: http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=69018522
Sorry its pretty small again, I'm drowning in A level exams atm ): I'll write bigger chapters when ive got some more time! (: Let me know what you think, next chapter will have more going on in it (:
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Comments

Awwww cute :)
cute *-*
Caletitah Caletitah
1/16/13
@ SociallyAwkwardRocker Thanks for the comment! :)
Aw coo! :)