She's Only Happy When She's Crying
Hail to the Kings.
OCTOBER.
Three months had passed since the girls' first night in California, and they had taken to things quickly and easily. Gavin, pleased with the attitudes and looks of the ladies, offered them both jobs at Leviathan, with Carinna gladly accepting the bartender position and Grace, while accepting the other bartender slot, also managed to talk her way into a spot as a weekend go-go dancer.
CARINNA.
Today had gone just like any other day, with Grace complaining about the unholy amount of light that the morning seemed to bring, and Lana making fun of her over their coffee. Since moving to Huntington Beach, everything had really fallen together, which I was definitely psyched about. Of course, there were things to get used to, like Grace missing the fact that Zachary was Lana's older brother, so when he had let himself in one day to surprise us with coffee and crumb cake from the local coffee shop, she had pulled a gun on him. That was a great morning...
We had all woken fairly early, given the night before had been a busy one with the preparations for tonight. We had been notified two weeks ago that Avenged Sevenfold had finished up their tour and were back in California, and they had already made sure to give Gavin a call about the VIP section. So for the past few days, we had all been spending an enormous amount of time at the club, making sure everything was perfect.
"Good morning ladies," I chirped, towel drying my hair as I made my way over to the Keurig for a quick cup of coffee. Grace groaned into her mug, and Lana rolled her eyes, smiling back at me and popping me on the butt as I walked by. "Good afternoon is more like it. It's almost noon!" She gestured to the clock, laughing as Grace mumbled barely coherent obscenities about daylight savings time and peoples' obsession with daylight. "So, Gavin called and wanted to know if one of us could pick up some extra bottles of liquor, just in case the place gets cleaned out tonight," Lana said over her shoulder, scrolling through her text messages. "That happens?" I asked, not really believing that a place like Leviathan could ever be under stocked. She nodded, "Yea, especially when celebs roll through. Fans go nuts, people show up from all over, and the stars usually go through our high-priced shit quick. Blowing off steam, I guess." She shrugged, tapping on a text message quickly and started typing furiously. I nodded. "I can go. I need to pick up a new outfit for tonight anyways. We voted on the Halloween theme, right? I just want to make sure I pick out a great costume!" Grace nodded, bouncing up and down on her tall kitchenette chair, apparently finding a reason to finally wake up. "Hell yea! I'm coming with you. I've got to get my shit if those sexy mother fuckers are gonna be there tonight," she wiggled her eye brows at me and I snorted into my coffee. "Yea, okay. Because they're just dying for some small town bitches like us." Lana giggled and nodded, sliding down from her chair and dumping her cold coffee out into the sink. "Alright ladies, well be careful. Remember, we have to get there around 6:30 because Gavin wants to make sure we've got everything down for tonight. I'll meet you two here around 4:00 to get ready, alright?" I nodded and bumped her hip with mine as I scampered out of the kitchen to get dressed before Grace, who had already disappeared, could steal all of my clothes.
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We carefully placed the cases of liquor into the trunk of my car outside of El Don's and pulled back out onto Pacific Coast Highway, heading for one of our new favorite stores that we had come across, Varga. Turning onto 5th Street, we pulled up into the trendy little boutique and prepared to do some serious shopping. The girl working today, Candace, was hanging up dresses near the front of the store and smiled at us as we walked in. "Hey girls, looking fabulous as usual!" Grace had decided to wear an amazing grunge ensemble and I went for a more laid back cutesy. "Thanks, Ace!" I called out to her as we made our way to the back of the shop. I had a knack for piecing together costumes, and I was looking more for individual pieces than a whole get up.
"Did you decide what you were dressing as?" Grace asked, raking top after top across the metal beam that held them. "Yea, I thought Harley Quinn would be awesome," I said, picking up a couple of scarves, one in red and one in black. She held her hand up in an exaggerated high five, popping my hand with hers comically. "Hell yea, Carr. That sounds awesome!" I laughed, and nodded over to the scraps of blue and white she was checking out. "What are you going as? Eiffel 65?" She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue impatiently. "No, fucktard, not Eiffel 65. I'm going as Alice...from a sexier Wonderland." "Ah, cool shit!" I exclaimed. We spent another hour or so going through the assorted stock in Varga before paying for our purchases, making a much needed stop at the Beauty Society Beauty Bar for hair and nail treatments, and then over to a little hole-in-the-wall crafts store for a few more costume supplies. I checked my watch, and squealed. "Ack, we've gotta go, Grace! It's going to take us a while to get ready, and God knows you'll fucking take an eon to sew that shit together." She gave me a puppy dog look and I scowled. "Never mind...it'll take me a fucking eon to sew both of our costumes together." She laughed, and hugged me from the passenger seat as we shot back down Pacific Coast HWY. "You know I'll make your hair and make-up look fabulous!" I smiled and turned up my Pretty Reckless album, singing along to "Factory Girl" with the window down and the still balmy air blowing our hair out around us.
GRACE.
"Uhhhhhhhh, we look sooooo hot!" I clutched my chest in a mock faint, oggling Carinna's and my reflections in the full length mirror. "Lana, get your cutie patootie in here and let's see that costume!" I could hear Lana laughing down the hallway from the bathroom. "I'll be there in a minute! My hair's aaaalmost done!" After an hour more of social media whoring, taking a ridiculous amount of selfies and group shots, we finally made our way out the door, knowing the guys were going to love our sexy asses.
We arrived at the club, pulling into the employee parking lot at the back, popping out the car like some sexy cartoon clown car. Lana had texted her brother before we pulled in, so as we walked up, he pushed the back door open, looking ridiculous (but in a good way) as Beetlejuice. "Heeeeeyyy ladies!" He whistled, checking us out as we each did a little twirl through the door. He reached out, trying to pinch my hip and I pulled away from him, laughing. "Don't make me call the Hatter, Juice! He'll kick your ass!" Zachary arched a brow and scoffed. "Bring that fucker. I'm already dead, so what the hell is he gonna do?" I snorted and rolled my eyes, following the girls toward Gavin's office to show him our outfits. "Hey," Zachary said. "He's not in there. He's out by the main bar making sure everything is ready." We all stopped and did an about face, rather ungracefully I might add, and stumbled out into the main part of the club, spotting him easily in his A Clockwork Orange costume. "Hey boss, sexy underwears!" I called out, laughing at the way my voice echoed in the club without the music.
Gavin turned and smiled, waving, and nodded approvingly. "You girls look amazing. Tonight's going to fucking sell out. Carinna, Lana told me you went and got the liquor?" She nodded, pointing over her shoulder. "The cases are in my trunk. I bought a shit ton, especially absinthe, considering it was a Halloween theme." "Great, that'll work perfect. I'll get some of the guys to go out and grab it for you," he gestured to some of the other bar tenders and security helping out, who scooped Carinna's keys out of her hand on their way past to go get the booze. "So, we all set for tonight?" I asked, looking around approvingly at the decor, which thank fucking God, was not garish or tacky. Nothing but the best for Leviathan, especially when my favorite fucking band ever would be sitting in that VIP section. Gavin nodded. "Yea, everything's good to go. I'll have you two ladies alternating between working the bar and cocktail waitressing," he pointed between the two of us. "Lana knows where she'll be." She perked up, holding her arms out in a grand way. "Lock me up, boss!" She shouted, laughing. Tonight was going to be great.
CARINNA.
The music was pounding, the lights were flashing and cutting through the smokey darkness, and the place was cutting it dangerously close to throwing fire hazard warnings out the window. Avenged Sevenfold had made their grand entrance about two hours ago, and it had already been wild before that. I hadn't made my way over to the VIP section yet, but Grace had already gushed about the guys since they had come in.
"Carr, you're up!" She shouted to me over the music, passing a tray of drinks loaded with Jack Daniels shots, vodka bombs, and absinthe. I froze for a moment, and she waved her hands in front of my face. "Hey sugar shit, wake up. Take those to VIP!" I shook myself, coming out of my deer-in-headlights state, and took a double shot of JD to calm my nerves. As I slipped through the crowd, who graciously made way, "Blood" by In This Moment ripped through the speakers. Ugh, fuck right...I LOVED this song. I could feel my expression transforming into sexy self-assurance as I tip toed up the steps into VIP, balancing the tray while Marcus, one of our bouncers, unclipped the chain for me that separated the section from the rest of the club. I moved confidently over to the table that the guys sat at, taking shots and groping the girls that hung on them. Here I was to hoping they did fuck in front of me.
"Got your shots, guys!" I yelled to them over the music, feeling my body sway to the music as I sat the tray on the cleared space where it had sat earlier. I started moving full glasses onto the table and empty glasses back onto the tray when I felt a rather large hand grip my small wrist. "I'm not done with that one." I looked up into the eyes of M. Shadows, my mouth instantly going dry and I could feel a rather pleasant, though unwelcome, clenching deep in my body. "I'm s-sorry! I was just trying to clean up for you guys. I d-didn't want-" What the fuck was wrong with me? Was it the heat from his eyes, locked on mine, or the intimidation from being this close to the star of the majority of my fantasies? He laughed, not letting go of my wrist, and leaned forward. "Calm down, girl, it's alright. What's your name?" I smiled, relaxing, and leaned in a little closer so that I wouldn't have to yell. "Carinna." He nodded, gesturing to the guys who were leaning forward to throw back the shots. "I'm Matt, and this is Brian, Johnny, Zack, and Jimmy. But you knew that, didn't you?" I nodded, blushing a little, although I couldn't understand why. "Yea, yea, I'm a fan!" He laughed at my nonchalant attitude and let go of my wrist, leaning back onto the couch. "Carinna, why don't you join us?" I shook my head quickly, laughing and scooping up the tray as the guys frantically tossed their empty glasses onto it before I lifted it. "Sorry, I'm working the bar. It's too wild tonight with you guys here and all!" He shrugged, watching me with a look of indifference and picked up a shot of absinthe. "Suit yourself!" I turned on my heel and scurried down the steps to get back to the bar, cursing myself for getting flustered.
MATT.
The quirky blonde was fun, but that red head caught my eye tonight. She only brought our drinks a couple of times throughout the night, never saying much and always rushing back to the bar. Who the fuck was she? She didn't fall all over herself like most of the chicks here at the club tonight, and regardless of the sexy costume, anyone could tell she was no slut. And that Southern accent? I could barely fucking stand it.
"Yo, bro, what the fuck is up with you?" Brian yelled at me from my right, taking a long swig from his water bottle. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and followed my gaze to the bar where Carinna was working both sides of the bar flawlessly. "Ahhh, yea, she's a little hottie. But fuck, dude, don't you think we've got enough for tonight?" He gestured to the trashy girls scattered through the VIP section, hanging on the arm of whoever would let them. Johnny's head was leaned back on the couch, a brunette next to him in a similar position, pointing out something near the go-go cages. Jimmy was tapping those fucking drumsticks on the table, two blondes on either side of him with lust in their eyes. Zack was whispering something in another blonde's ear, causing her to giggle and blush, and I noticed his hand playing in her hair. "Yea, I'd say we have enough for the night," I looked back at Brian and sipped on my whiskey, sucking air through my teeth and pointing at the bar with the same hand that held the glass. "She's not for tonight." He arched a brow, pausing for a moment, and then laughed. "Ah shit, really? You takin' another one?" I smirked at him, making him laugh and nod, and he gestured out to the bar. "Then I want the blonde."
Three months had passed since the girls' first night in California, and they had taken to things quickly and easily. Gavin, pleased with the attitudes and looks of the ladies, offered them both jobs at Leviathan, with Carinna gladly accepting the bartender position and Grace, while accepting the other bartender slot, also managed to talk her way into a spot as a weekend go-go dancer.
CARINNA.
Today had gone just like any other day, with Grace complaining about the unholy amount of light that the morning seemed to bring, and Lana making fun of her over their coffee. Since moving to Huntington Beach, everything had really fallen together, which I was definitely psyched about. Of course, there were things to get used to, like Grace missing the fact that Zachary was Lana's older brother, so when he had let himself in one day to surprise us with coffee and crumb cake from the local coffee shop, she had pulled a gun on him. That was a great morning...
We had all woken fairly early, given the night before had been a busy one with the preparations for tonight. We had been notified two weeks ago that Avenged Sevenfold had finished up their tour and were back in California, and they had already made sure to give Gavin a call about the VIP section. So for the past few days, we had all been spending an enormous amount of time at the club, making sure everything was perfect.
"Good morning ladies," I chirped, towel drying my hair as I made my way over to the Keurig for a quick cup of coffee. Grace groaned into her mug, and Lana rolled her eyes, smiling back at me and popping me on the butt as I walked by. "Good afternoon is more like it. It's almost noon!" She gestured to the clock, laughing as Grace mumbled barely coherent obscenities about daylight savings time and peoples' obsession with daylight. "So, Gavin called and wanted to know if one of us could pick up some extra bottles of liquor, just in case the place gets cleaned out tonight," Lana said over her shoulder, scrolling through her text messages. "That happens?" I asked, not really believing that a place like Leviathan could ever be under stocked. She nodded, "Yea, especially when celebs roll through. Fans go nuts, people show up from all over, and the stars usually go through our high-priced shit quick. Blowing off steam, I guess." She shrugged, tapping on a text message quickly and started typing furiously. I nodded. "I can go. I need to pick up a new outfit for tonight anyways. We voted on the Halloween theme, right? I just want to make sure I pick out a great costume!" Grace nodded, bouncing up and down on her tall kitchenette chair, apparently finding a reason to finally wake up. "Hell yea! I'm coming with you. I've got to get my shit if those sexy mother fuckers are gonna be there tonight," she wiggled her eye brows at me and I snorted into my coffee. "Yea, okay. Because they're just dying for some small town bitches like us." Lana giggled and nodded, sliding down from her chair and dumping her cold coffee out into the sink. "Alright ladies, well be careful. Remember, we have to get there around 6:30 because Gavin wants to make sure we've got everything down for tonight. I'll meet you two here around 4:00 to get ready, alright?" I nodded and bumped her hip with mine as I scampered out of the kitchen to get dressed before Grace, who had already disappeared, could steal all of my clothes.
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We carefully placed the cases of liquor into the trunk of my car outside of El Don's and pulled back out onto Pacific Coast Highway, heading for one of our new favorite stores that we had come across, Varga. Turning onto 5th Street, we pulled up into the trendy little boutique and prepared to do some serious shopping. The girl working today, Candace, was hanging up dresses near the front of the store and smiled at us as we walked in. "Hey girls, looking fabulous as usual!" Grace had decided to wear an amazing grunge ensemble and I went for a more laid back cutesy. "Thanks, Ace!" I called out to her as we made our way to the back of the shop. I had a knack for piecing together costumes, and I was looking more for individual pieces than a whole get up.
"Did you decide what you were dressing as?" Grace asked, raking top after top across the metal beam that held them. "Yea, I thought Harley Quinn would be awesome," I said, picking up a couple of scarves, one in red and one in black. She held her hand up in an exaggerated high five, popping my hand with hers comically. "Hell yea, Carr. That sounds awesome!" I laughed, and nodded over to the scraps of blue and white she was checking out. "What are you going as? Eiffel 65?" She rolled her eyes and clicked her tongue impatiently. "No, fucktard, not Eiffel 65. I'm going as Alice...from a sexier Wonderland." "Ah, cool shit!" I exclaimed. We spent another hour or so going through the assorted stock in Varga before paying for our purchases, making a much needed stop at the Beauty Society Beauty Bar for hair and nail treatments, and then over to a little hole-in-the-wall crafts store for a few more costume supplies. I checked my watch, and squealed. "Ack, we've gotta go, Grace! It's going to take us a while to get ready, and God knows you'll fucking take an eon to sew that shit together." She gave me a puppy dog look and I scowled. "Never mind...it'll take me a fucking eon to sew both of our costumes together." She laughed, and hugged me from the passenger seat as we shot back down Pacific Coast HWY. "You know I'll make your hair and make-up look fabulous!" I smiled and turned up my Pretty Reckless album, singing along to "Factory Girl" with the window down and the still balmy air blowing our hair out around us.
GRACE.
"Uhhhhhhhh, we look sooooo hot!" I clutched my chest in a mock faint, oggling Carinna's and my reflections in the full length mirror. "Lana, get your cutie patootie in here and let's see that costume!" I could hear Lana laughing down the hallway from the bathroom. "I'll be there in a minute! My hair's aaaalmost done!" After an hour more of social media whoring, taking a ridiculous amount of selfies and group shots, we finally made our way out the door, knowing the guys were going to love our sexy asses.
We arrived at the club, pulling into the employee parking lot at the back, popping out the car like some sexy cartoon clown car. Lana had texted her brother before we pulled in, so as we walked up, he pushed the back door open, looking ridiculous (but in a good way) as Beetlejuice. "Heeeeeyyy ladies!" He whistled, checking us out as we each did a little twirl through the door. He reached out, trying to pinch my hip and I pulled away from him, laughing. "Don't make me call the Hatter, Juice! He'll kick your ass!" Zachary arched a brow and scoffed. "Bring that fucker. I'm already dead, so what the hell is he gonna do?" I snorted and rolled my eyes, following the girls toward Gavin's office to show him our outfits. "Hey," Zachary said. "He's not in there. He's out by the main bar making sure everything is ready." We all stopped and did an about face, rather ungracefully I might add, and stumbled out into the main part of the club, spotting him easily in his A Clockwork Orange costume. "Hey boss, sexy underwears!" I called out, laughing at the way my voice echoed in the club without the music.
Gavin turned and smiled, waving, and nodded approvingly. "You girls look amazing. Tonight's going to fucking sell out. Carinna, Lana told me you went and got the liquor?" She nodded, pointing over her shoulder. "The cases are in my trunk. I bought a shit ton, especially absinthe, considering it was a Halloween theme." "Great, that'll work perfect. I'll get some of the guys to go out and grab it for you," he gestured to some of the other bar tenders and security helping out, who scooped Carinna's keys out of her hand on their way past to go get the booze. "So, we all set for tonight?" I asked, looking around approvingly at the decor, which thank fucking God, was not garish or tacky. Nothing but the best for Leviathan, especially when my favorite fucking band ever would be sitting in that VIP section. Gavin nodded. "Yea, everything's good to go. I'll have you two ladies alternating between working the bar and cocktail waitressing," he pointed between the two of us. "Lana knows where she'll be." She perked up, holding her arms out in a grand way. "Lock me up, boss!" She shouted, laughing. Tonight was going to be great.
CARINNA.
The music was pounding, the lights were flashing and cutting through the smokey darkness, and the place was cutting it dangerously close to throwing fire hazard warnings out the window. Avenged Sevenfold had made their grand entrance about two hours ago, and it had already been wild before that. I hadn't made my way over to the VIP section yet, but Grace had already gushed about the guys since they had come in.
"Carr, you're up!" She shouted to me over the music, passing a tray of drinks loaded with Jack Daniels shots, vodka bombs, and absinthe. I froze for a moment, and she waved her hands in front of my face. "Hey sugar shit, wake up. Take those to VIP!" I shook myself, coming out of my deer-in-headlights state, and took a double shot of JD to calm my nerves. As I slipped through the crowd, who graciously made way, "Blood" by In This Moment ripped through the speakers. Ugh, fuck right...I LOVED this song. I could feel my expression transforming into sexy self-assurance as I tip toed up the steps into VIP, balancing the tray while Marcus, one of our bouncers, unclipped the chain for me that separated the section from the rest of the club. I moved confidently over to the table that the guys sat at, taking shots and groping the girls that hung on them. Here I was to hoping they did fuck in front of me.
"Got your shots, guys!" I yelled to them over the music, feeling my body sway to the music as I sat the tray on the cleared space where it had sat earlier. I started moving full glasses onto the table and empty glasses back onto the tray when I felt a rather large hand grip my small wrist. "I'm not done with that one." I looked up into the eyes of M. Shadows, my mouth instantly going dry and I could feel a rather pleasant, though unwelcome, clenching deep in my body. "I'm s-sorry! I was just trying to clean up for you guys. I d-didn't want-" What the fuck was wrong with me? Was it the heat from his eyes, locked on mine, or the intimidation from being this close to the star of the majority of my fantasies? He laughed, not letting go of my wrist, and leaned forward. "Calm down, girl, it's alright. What's your name?" I smiled, relaxing, and leaned in a little closer so that I wouldn't have to yell. "Carinna." He nodded, gesturing to the guys who were leaning forward to throw back the shots. "I'm Matt, and this is Brian, Johnny, Zack, and Jimmy. But you knew that, didn't you?" I nodded, blushing a little, although I couldn't understand why. "Yea, yea, I'm a fan!" He laughed at my nonchalant attitude and let go of my wrist, leaning back onto the couch. "Carinna, why don't you join us?" I shook my head quickly, laughing and scooping up the tray as the guys frantically tossed their empty glasses onto it before I lifted it. "Sorry, I'm working the bar. It's too wild tonight with you guys here and all!" He shrugged, watching me with a look of indifference and picked up a shot of absinthe. "Suit yourself!" I turned on my heel and scurried down the steps to get back to the bar, cursing myself for getting flustered.
MATT.
The quirky blonde was fun, but that red head caught my eye tonight. She only brought our drinks a couple of times throughout the night, never saying much and always rushing back to the bar. Who the fuck was she? She didn't fall all over herself like most of the chicks here at the club tonight, and regardless of the sexy costume, anyone could tell she was no slut. And that Southern accent? I could barely fucking stand it.
"Yo, bro, what the fuck is up with you?" Brian yelled at me from my right, taking a long swig from his water bottle. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees, and followed my gaze to the bar where Carinna was working both sides of the bar flawlessly. "Ahhh, yea, she's a little hottie. But fuck, dude, don't you think we've got enough for tonight?" He gestured to the trashy girls scattered through the VIP section, hanging on the arm of whoever would let them. Johnny's head was leaned back on the couch, a brunette next to him in a similar position, pointing out something near the go-go cages. Jimmy was tapping those fucking drumsticks on the table, two blondes on either side of him with lust in their eyes. Zack was whispering something in another blonde's ear, causing her to giggle and blush, and I noticed his hand playing in her hair. "Yea, I'd say we have enough for the night," I looked back at Brian and sipped on my whiskey, sucking air through my teeth and pointing at the bar with the same hand that held the glass. "She's not for tonight." He arched a brow, pausing for a moment, and then laughed. "Ah shit, really? You takin' another one?" I smirked at him, making him laugh and nod, and he gestured out to the bar. "Then I want the blonde."
Notes
This one's a shorter chapter, but I fought with the links for a while on their costumes, which cut my time. I may post another chapter tonight, though. I've been listening to music all day, and have put together a kick ass playlist for this story, which is causing MAJOR brainstorming action all day. :D
Hope everyone is enjoying it so far!
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Never really read a story about Matt that's like this... I like it. Update?
2/5/15