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Two hours later, Drive Shaft called their last goodbyes to their audience and departed the stage, into the wings where Brendon and Margot were sitting. Margot could feel Brendon freeze as the lead singer approached.

“Brendon, breathe,” she hissed. He followed her instructions, but at a very erratic fashion. He stood hastily as Charlie Pace exited the stage and was approaching him.

“Hey, how’d y’like the show?” he asked in his thick Australian accent as he approached Brendon, who was positively shaking with nerves.

“It--it was…great! Amazing! Really, the best concert I’ve been to.” Brendon managed to gasp out, excitedly pumping Charlie’s hand.

Charlie laughed. “Great. I’m glad you liked it.”

“I’m Brendon,” he blurted, continuing to shake the man’s hand.

“Charlie,” he said, nodding with a smile.

Margot nudged Brendon. “And this is my friend, Margot.”

“Well, don’t you look sharp?” Charlie said, shaking Margot’s hand. She was still in her business attire.

“Oh, yeah,” Margot laughed awkwardly, rubbing the back of her neck. “You wouldn’t believe what we had to do to get here,” she continued, then her eyes widened and she covered her mouth with her hand.

“What?” he said interestedly.

“Oh…um, nothing.” Margot hurriedly covered her slip.

Charlie grinned. “Well, the show’s over, y’know. It would be pointless to kick you out now. So you can tell me.” He winked.

Margot shot a look at Brendon, who smirked down at her and nodded.

“Well…” she began as they followed Charlie and the rest of the band back towards the dressing room.

An hour later, after going through the whole story of the pair’s magnificent skirt with security, the two teens and the band were in hysterics, laughing about how ridiculous the situation was.

“I--can’t--believe--you said that--to Seth!” Charlie Pace was tearing up, he was laughing so hard. Margot had just repeated the lip she’d given to the security guard about being in a hurry.

“I feel bad now for being so rude!” Margot exclaimed, but she was grinning broadly at the reaction to her idea.

“Rude? It was brilliant!” One of the band-mates, whose name had escaped Margot’s memory, leaned over to give a hi-five, which she readily returned.

“Listen, we’re all going to a pub after this, care to join us?” Charlie asked, addressing the two teens.

“Umm…” Margot looked up at Brendon, who was nodding enthusiastically. “Um…I need to talk to Brendon for a second,” she continued, pulling her companion off to a corner of the room.

“What’s wrong?”

“It’s just…we’ve already been delayed a lot on this trip, and we didn’t even tell our parents we stopped for this, and now we’re going to delay it even more? I mean,” she added as he opened his mouth to reply. “I hate that place as much as the next guy, but we’re just prolonging all the driving we’re going to have to do.”

“Margot,” Brendon began, placing his hand on her shoulder. “Think about it: It’s about…nine at night right now, right?” She nodded. “Well, we’d have to stop driving in an hour or two anyway, since it’s not like we’d drive straight through the night without sleeping.” Margot nodded again, a bit hesitantly. “So, what’s the problem? We’ll leave in the morning and be on our way!”

“Okay, Brendon,” she sighed, still not entirely sure that this was a good idea.

“Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots! Shots!” everyone urged as Margot and Brendon sat at the bar, each clutching a shot glass of straight vodka. Margot stood and shot it back like a pro, slamming the glass down on the bar top as she drained it. Brendon quickly followed, wincing at the taste and the burn in his throat.

“Two more!” Charlie called back to the bartender.

“No--No,” Margot managed to get out. She and Brendon had already had quite a bit to drink, and even in her inebriated state, she knew that it probably wasn’t a good idea to keep going. “W-w-we have to…have to--hic--go,” she slurred.

“So soon?” Everyone booed.

“Yeah,” Brendon said, standing with difficulty. “We should really…we have to…go.” Margot slipped her arm around Brendon’s waist to help him walk out of the bar, though she was having quite a bit of difficulty with it, as well.

“Try to stand, B-B-Brendon,” she murmured, struggling to form the words as her mind swam heavily with alcohol. They walked out of the bar, a strange couple, and stumbled out to the car.

“C’mon, Margot,” Brendon mumbled, opening the car door. “Let’s sleep in the…in the backseat.”

“Mhmm…”

They crawled into the backseat, trying to arrange themselves comfortably. They ended up both stretched out on the seat, on their sides, facing each other.

“Go to sleep, Mar-Bear.” Brendon nudged his companion with his forehead against hers. She smiled and nodded, scooting closer. He slipped his arms around her and rested his chin on top of her head. “I’m sorry I was ever--hic--ever mean to you, Margot. I love you. I’ve always loved you.”

“I love you--you--hic--love you too, Brendon.” Margot pulled away and looked at Brendon, who was looking down at her, as well. They inched closer and closer, until their faces were just barely grazing, skin-to-skin…

Their lips connected, mouths fused, and lips crashed together. Margot slid her arms around his neck, tasting the vodka on his tongue that they had, just minutes before, been pounding back. Saliva coated both their faces as they sloppily kissed.

Brendon’s hands began to wander; he slid them up and down Margot’s torso, her shirt inching farther and farther up her body as he did so. She squirmed, allowing the shirt to come off over head, and removing Brendon’s as well.

It wasn’t long before all their clothes came off.


Woo! New chapter! Saucy, eh? Oh, and by the way, the band from this chapter and the last, Drive Shaft, and the lead singer, Charlie Pace, are both fictional. They're from LOST, if you've ever watched it. So yeah. Don't own those...But anyway. Comment/Rate/Sub, por fave. OverAndOutxx