She was pretty drunk by this point and said fuck it, I'll go get them. When I came back, my jaw dropped. There she was bellied up to the bar, downing ...ome weird colorful shots with a couple college dudes. They were all high fiving each other, and from where I was, I could see them checking her out. I knew that I was right that even young guys would find her hot. She swam back over to me telling me she made some new friends. Her entire demeanor had changed. It was just the ego boost she needed. ’I nodded regretfully and moved on, stopping in front of the next young man. He was younger, brown haired, with hazel eyes and a pleasant open countenance. He looked terrified and excited in equal measure. I raised my eyebrows in an unspoken question.‘William de Canston. Cadet.’I glanced down, made complimentary noises, and then moved past him to the last of the three. He was a handsome fellow with a languid air and wet blond hair that fell forwards over his forehead. He smiled though his. I shaved clean, brushed my teeth, and took a bath. I wore the best perfume that I had. I did not wear a boxer. Instead, I wore black jockey underwear.I wore low rise jeans with a red t-shirt. It was at about 4:45 pm that I headed to Sandy’s home, walking. I was there at 4:55 pm. I waited till it was 5 and rang the bell. She did not answer. I stood there for about 5 minutes. I rang the bell again, and there was no answer yet. The first time in years, I started feeling untellable fears,. (Striking blonde Scot in her late 30s. She is KERRIE CREOLEs lover.) ~TROUTmask – drummer (Scottish slacker-dude in his early twenties: ripped jeans/ stoner eyes/ goatee-beard) RACHEL BABYLON clambers up onto the stage. Her friends are obviously irritated. KERRIE CREOLE: *What the fuck happened to the soundcheck Rach?* RACHEL BABYLON (as she removes her guitar from its case): *I know. I know. Im sorry.* She attaches leads from her guitar through a yellow distortion pedal into a Marshal amp..