Billy 'Boy' Wilson, the lead singer for another rock band called Boxchain was standing near the bar. He was one of the most notorious womanizers even by rock band standards. Had I known he was likely to show up I may well have stayed in Iowa.
The guy was a pain in the ass. We'd briefly shared a few gigs as crowd-warmers for bigger bands when I was part of Major ScAlz before our own album had taken off. The guy was known for dipping his dick wherever and whenever the opportunity arose.
Just as I was refreshing my memory about his unsavory ways, Valerie slid off my lap and leaned forward to help the waitress who had just arrived with our drink orders. Flicking her hair behind her ears, Valerie lifted the rare bottle of Mezcal and grimaced. "There's an animal in this bottle, Flynn," she said in disgust.
"It's tequila it's supposed to be there," I laughed.
"I'm not drinking that. I'll get botulism or something."