Rock All Night (The Rock Star's Seduction #2) by Olivia Thorne Page B

back to chugging.
    “Aren’t you afraid you guys are going to kill her one day?” I whispered to Ryan.
    “Relax – it’s so watered down, it’s like drinking wine,” Ryan whispered back. “Bad, but not 40 proof at least. Miles does it after every show. She’s so plastered she can’t even taste anything anyway.”
    “Hey Riley, tell Kaitlyn how you came up with the band name,” Derek said.
    “OH, OH!” she cried out, sloshing watered-down Jack all over her wifebeater. “Yeah, I named the band – did you know that?” she asked me like an overexcited kid.
    “That’s what Derek said, yeah.”
    “You know why it’s called Bigger?” she grinned.
    “No, why?”
    “Cuz that’s what Derek says every time he gets another cock in his ass!” she howled. “Bigger! Bigger! BIGGERRRRRR!”
    And then she collapsed against Miles in a drunken fit of laughter and tears. Miles looked both disgusted and wearily stoic, like the most beleaguered dog you could imagine as the family’s toddler crawls all over it.
    I looked over at Derek. He gave me a half-grin. “I couldn’t take that simple joy away from her.”
    I raised an eyebrow. “You really want me to publish that in Rolling Stone?”
    He laughed. “I don’t give a fuck what you publish in Rolling Stone .”
    “Okay, okay, no, that’s not the real story,” Riley said, suddenly sitting up and rejoining the conversation. “Here’s the real story. So we were sitting around in Derek’s house in Athens tryin’ to come up with a name. And they’re tossin’ out stupid fuckin’ shit like – what were some of those stupid-ass band names you idiots came up with? Like, Dharma and Greg – ”
    “Dharma House,” Killian corrected her as he plinked away at his guitar.
    “Yeah, Dharma House, ” Riley snorted.
    “Shelter,” Derek said.
    “Shelter! What the fuck is that?!” Riley hooted.
    “It’s from ‘Gimme Shelter’ by the Rolling Sto– ”
    “I know what the fuck it’s from, fucker!” Riley shouted. “Shut the fuck up!”
    “Strike First,” Ryan said.
    “That’s a TERRIBLE fucking name!” Riley chortled.
    “It’s from the original Karate Kid – ” Ryan started, until Riley waved her hands in his face drunkenly.
    “Shhhh! Shut the fuck up! No one cares where it’s from, cuz it’s fucking stupid!” she hollered. Then she turned to me. “So they’re saying these stupid fuckin’ names, and I’m like, ‘No, you guys are thinkin’ too small. It’s gotta be bigger than that.’ And they’d say somethin’ else lame, like Death Star, or Heisenberg, or Straight Flush, or something stupid, and I’d be like, ‘No – bigger!’ And they’d say somethin’ else, and I’d be like, ‘BIGGER!’ and they kept sayin’ stupid shit, and I was like, ‘BIGGERRRR!’ – and then we all stopped and just kind of looked around at each other… and that was it. Bigger.” She plopped back in the seat, evidently pleased with herself. “That was how we came up with the name.”
    I looked over at the other band members for confirmation.
    Ryan nodded.
    “Yup,” Derek agreed.
    “Word for word,” Killian said mildly as he took a drag off a fresh joint.
    “BOOYAH,” Riley said happily, throwing up her hands in gang signs, and then took another slug off her whiskey. Then she made a face and looked at the bottle. “Yo, Miles, are you sure this stuff is legit? It tastes watered down as shit. ”
    In answer, Miles just tipped the bottom of the bottle back with one finger, and she went right back to slurping it down.

20
    The backstage party had been crazy.
    The after-party at the Dubai was crazier.
    For one, there were more people. In fact, there was already a crowd in the bar by the time we arrived.
    Two, backstage security at the Staples Center had more or less admitted people (and by that, I mean women) in an orderly manner. Some would come out, more would go in.
    Here, anybody who wanted to walk in off the street could.
    And had.
    In fact,