Disclaimer: I do not know, nor I have I ever met any of the members of the band Seether. This work is pure imagination on my part. I love their music and I love Shaun Morgan's song writing capabilities.
Note: This is my first attempt at erotic fiction. Comments and critiques are most welcome.
"Well, this is the place we heard about," Dale stopped in front of the doors of an out of the way, uncrowded little bar. "The arena manager said that all the bands have come here after their concerts, like Aerosmith and AC/DC.
"I don't give a fuck who comes here, I just want a quiet place to relax a bit before hitting the road," Shuan growled.
"I'm with that," John echoed. "It's a boring, three day haul to the next city with nothing to see except farms and cows."
It was one o'clock in the morning and they had finally managed to get away from the groupies and other fans that had managed to get back stage. Shaun appreciated the fans, but he was so fucking tired right now from their hectic tour schedule that he hadn't wanted to be bothered with them tonight. Still, it had taken over an hour to break away and he wasn't going to waste any more time. Yanking the door open, he entered the bar followed by his bandmates, pausing to look around before choosing a table in a far corner. There weren't many people here, just a couple of guys sitting at the bar in such a way as to say this was their regular hangout and a couple at a window booth. As they sat, a pretty but tired looking waitress came over to the table.
"What will y'all be havin' tonight?" she asked in a heavy southern drawl, her voice sounding as tired as she looked.
"How late are you open?" John asked.
"Till about 2:30 or so, but usually not past 3:00," the girl replied with a sigh.
As she took their order for beer and turned away, Dale studied the sway of her hips and the way her long, mouse brown hair swished as she moved. She wasn't bad looking and he definately felt a stirring in his groin. "Man, I need to get laid," he snorted. "I don't usually go for her type but right now I'd take about anything that would stay still long enough."
Shaun meanwhile had been looking around the place trying to see what was so special about it that made other bands come here after their concerts. As he was doing this, he suddenly noticed a slight figure sitting slumped at a table even farther back than theirs. Even though the lighting was very dark, he could see that it was a girl, sitting with legs crossed and her head in her palm. He saw that there was a bottle of booze on the table, of which about a third was gone, and the ashtray was loaded with butts. Something about the way she was sitting snagged his attention and he stared at her for a long while, ignoring the other two with him. Suddenly, as if feeling his gaze, she lifted her head and looked his way. He was further intrigued by the haunted look in them, as if a painful memory had hold of her and wouldn't let go. They simply stared at each other, eyes locked, until he felt someone nudge him.
"Hey man, you haven't fallen asleep have you?" John snickered. "The beers are here?" he said, pointing to the bottle in front of Shaun. Seeing that his buddy barely heard him, Dale turned his head to see what Shaun was looking at and saw the girl sitting slumped at the far table. "Ahh, so that's what caught your fancy," he chuckled.
Motioning to the waitress to come over, Shaun pointed at the girl, "Who's that?"
The waitress looked where he was pointing and spied one of their less regular customers. "That's Kira, she comes in every now and then, but she's been here tonight since about 8:00. If you're looking for company then you're out of luck. She won't be interested. She hasn't been in like a year."
"Tanya, you've got customers waiting," Rory, the owner and bar tender told her as he came over. He fixed a steady gaze on the one called Shaun, taking note of the tattoos, body piercings and dark look in the eyes. "Why are you so interested in Kira?" he asked suspiciously, his voice a low growl.
Shaun bit back his amusement at the protective tone in the barkeeper's voice. "She just seems so sad, I was wondering why?"
"A year ago today she lost her fiance in a bad car accident," Rory said quietly. "Some drunk ran a red light and broadsided the driver's side of their car at about 60 miles an hour. Her fiance Sean died on impact. She got hurt pretty bad and spent a month in the hospital and then two more in therapy. It was a terrible tragedy that she hasn't quite gotten over yet, so I suggest you mind your own business and leave her alone." He saw the three men nod and went back to the bar, hoping they took the hint.