Courage:Chapter 5
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“Omigod, there he is!” Vicki gritted her teeth as Coreen’s grip on her arm tightened past the limits of comfort. The gothette was practically bouncing up and down in her combat boots as she spotted Dex and his band mates camped out at the bar. So far none of the other three-hundred or so patrons seemed to recognize them. Vicki couldn’t decide if this was a good sign or not-after all, it worked in their favor while trying to observe them as inconspicuously as possible-throngs of adoring fans had a tendency to block the view-but Vicki was betting that if she’d asked Mr. Langtry the same question, he’d have an entirely different opinion. Nothing spelled doom for a band than not being recognized in a club that they had only recently played in.
“Coreen, might I suggest a couple of things?” The gothette was staring dreamily at the front man as he nervously downed one shot after another, his hands shaking so badly that he spilled most of it on the bar. Whatever he was on, it was some bad stuff and had already taken a toll on him. The other members of the band tried to joke and have a good time while enjoying their drinks, but every now and then their eyes would slide over to Dex and they would be filled with worry.
Coreen mumbled something incoherently in response, her eyes continuing to drink him in. Feeling frustrated, Vicki shook the other girl and she hurriedly snapped to attention.
“First off, if things get out of hand, I need both arms to defend myself, so let up on the death grip. Two, no one seems to recognize them and I’d like to keep it that way, so try to keep the squealing down to a minimum.”
Coreen looked embarrassed. “Sorry.”
Henry looked bored. “As much fun as this seems to be for you ladies, I’m going to go grab a drink. Excuse me.” He inclined his head politely, then turned and began to head out into the jostling crowd of black-clad patrons where they parted before him like water.
Vicki grabbed him around the shoulders and gently spun him in the direction of the bar. “I think what you’re looking for is over there,” she motioned towards the band members who were still busy boozing it up like there was no tomorrow. He made a face. “They’re not exactly my type even if I did like rock music.”
“Henry, could you please just have a drink with me at the bar while Coreen makes the rounds to see if she hears or sees anything suspicious from the other customers?” Eyes twinkling mischievously, he gave her a smoldering look and leaned in close to her ear.
“That sounds lovely, but wouldn’t you rather do that in private? After all, I think they may throw us out of here for necking in public.”
Vicki felt the heat rise in her cheeks and she cursed mentally at the fact that she was blushing furiously. Henry merely flashed her one of his characteristic brilliant grins and made her blush even more. Coreen looked like she wanted to sink into the floor.
“Henry…..”
He raised his hands in mock surrender. “My apologies. You know that I’m only teasing.” His words spoke one truth, but the look in his eyes spoke another truth entirely.
Vicki slowly let out her breath. “Yeah.” She didn’t trust herself to say any more, so she kept it simple.
He held out his hand to her and motioned towards the bar. “Shall we?” Still grumbling under her breath, she took his hand and he led her to two empty seats right next to Dex and his buddies. Coreen disappeared into the crowd to mix and mingle while keeping her ears open for anything connected to the band. It was a long shot, but it never hurt to try.
Vicki had almost managed to convince herself that it was an integral part of the investigation and not merely a means to give her and Henry a little privacy-or as much as could be managed in a club that was elbow deep in people.
“Omigod, there he is!” Vicki gritted her teeth as Coreen’s grip on her arm tightened past the limits of comfort. The gothette was practically bouncing up and down in her combat boots as she spotted Dex and his band mates camped out at the bar. So far none of the other three-hundred or so patrons seemed to recognize them. Vicki couldn’t decide if this was a good sign or not-after all, it worked in their favor while trying to observe them as inconspicuously as possible-throngs of adoring fans had a tendency to block the view-but Vicki was betting that if she’d asked Mr. Langtry the same question, he’d have an entirely different opinion. Nothing spelled doom for a band than not being recognized in a club that they had only recently played in.
“Coreen, might I suggest a couple of things?” The gothette was staring dreamily at the front man as he nervously downed one shot after another, his hands shaking so badly that he spilled most of it on the bar. Whatever he was on, it was some bad stuff and had already taken a toll on him. The other members of the band tried to joke and have a good time while enjoying their drinks, but every now and then their eyes would slide over to Dex and they would be filled with worry.
Coreen mumbled something incoherently in response, her eyes continuing to drink him in. Feeling frustrated, Vicki shook the other girl and she hurriedly snapped to attention.
“First off, if things get out of hand, I need both arms to defend myself, so let up on the death grip. Two, no one seems to recognize them and I’d like to keep it that way, so try to keep the squealing down to a minimum.”
Coreen looked embarrassed. “Sorry.”
Henry looked bored. “As much fun as this seems to be for you ladies, I’m going to go grab a drink. Excuse me.” He inclined his head politely, then turned and began to head out into the jostling crowd of black-clad patrons where they parted before him like water.
Vicki grabbed him around the shoulders and gently spun him in the direction of the bar. “I think what you’re looking for is over there,” she motioned towards the band members who were still busy boozing it up like there was no tomorrow. He made a face. “They’re not exactly my type even if I did like rock music.”
“Henry, could you please just have a drink with me at the bar while Coreen makes the rounds to see if she hears or sees anything suspicious from the other customers?” Eyes twinkling mischievously, he gave her a smoldering look and leaned in close to her ear.
“That sounds lovely, but wouldn’t you rather do that in private? After all, I think they may throw us out of here for necking in public.”
Vicki felt the heat rise in her cheeks and she cursed mentally at the fact that she was blushing furiously. Henry merely flashed her one of his characteristic brilliant grins and made her blush even more. Coreen looked like she wanted to sink into the floor.
“Henry…..”
He raised his hands in mock surrender. “My apologies. You know that I’m only teasing.” His words spoke one truth, but the look in his eyes spoke another truth entirely.
Vicki slowly let out her breath. “Yeah.” She didn’t trust herself to say any more, so she kept it simple.
He held out his hand to her and motioned towards the bar. “Shall we?” Still grumbling under her breath, she took his hand and he led her to two empty seats right next to Dex and his buddies. Coreen disappeared into the crowd to mix and mingle while keeping her ears open for anything connected to the band. It was a long shot, but it never hurt to try.
Vicki had almost managed to convince herself that it was an integral part of the investigation and not merely a means to give her and Henry a little privacy-or as much as could be managed in a club that was elbow deep in people.