The dark, curly haired girl sat on the gutter couch waiting for her shots of tequila and a soul to share them with. "Ha," she mockingly laughed to herself, "a soul--in here?" Her eyes were downcast and she felt sullen and tired when she first heard him. A shuffle of footsteps on the stage, the now-pleasant sound of guitar feedback greeted her ears. She lifted her gaze, and her face brightened considerably when she saw the red-haired guitarist with instrument in hand and pic dangling from his mouth look her way. He nodded to her in a look of acknowledgement and delight.

The brunette picked up 2 shot glasses of tequila and balanced lemon and salt shaker on her hands as she boldly strode forward the stage of the Bronze toward the guitarist. He crouched down as she approached him. "Need help?" he offered questioningly and placed out his arm. She smiled and placed the shots on the end of the stage then grabbed his strong arm and let him hoist her up to meet him. They stood face-to-face and beamed at one another. "Drinking alone?" He asked as he looked at the glasses on the stage. She followed his gaze then proceeded to pick up the glasses as she spoke "Well, you're full of questions." She handed him a glass, "but now I got one for you." She gazed at him seductively, "Ever do a body shot?". He raised an eyebrow at her and she could tell he was intrigued by the proposition.

He licked her neck and she could feel the tickle of his unruly hair graze her chin. The next part would be the best part. He downed the tequila instantly then lurched toward her mouth where salvation in the form of the lemon wedge awaited him and promised to ease the harshness of the liquor that had slid down his throat. She felt his mouth on hers as he sucked away at the fruit. His eager motion made her feel tingly deep inside and he sucked the wedge dry 'til it fell away from her mouth and it left just his lips on hers. The brunette and the red-headed guitarist came up for air. "Now it's my turn," she grinned as she looked at him, "but you know I have an idea for another place to put the salt". He just smiled back, amused and interested. "For that," he said, "we should take this to the back room." He gestured for her to move toward the back. She took a few steps and turned her head to see if he was behind her. He was, of course, and she spied that he had somehow managed to grab an entire bottle of Cuervo accompanied by the salt shaker and extra lemon wedges.