from the stage, drumsticks in one hand, mixed drink in the other. His eyes were swimming in their sockets and rimmed with red. He was a big guy, on the short side, but rippedâthe kind of guy Sam would usually imagine could hold his liquor. Clearly, however, Johnny was not an accomplished drinker.
âDude! You are the man!â Johnny shouted, practically tackling Aidan out of his chair as he hugged him.
âHow drunk are you?â Aidan asked, slapping Johnnyâs back.
âVery. I get performance anxiety,â Johnny answered over his shoulder. âBut Iâm so glad youâre here, man!â
Aidan shot Charlie a look that said, This is why I dragged you here. Charlie and Jeff laughed as the hug continued, and Sam found himself looking over his shoulder again, this time toward the door.
He should have asked Gaia to come with him tonight. Heâd thought about it when heâd seen her earlier, but something had stopped him. Just like something had stopped him from bringing up the messages heâd left her. And the longer heâd said nothing about it, the longer sheâd said nothing about it, and the more awkward it felt to even think about bringing it up.
The problem was, not saying something about it made him seem like he was embarrassed about it, which he was. Too embarrassed to jump straight to asking her out.
Iâm just going to have to give it some time. Not a lot. Just some, Sam thought, taking another gulp of his beer. Once the memory of the many messages had faded a bit, heâd just call her up and ask her if she wanted to get together. Do something normal. Like go to the movies or for a walk. Or maybe a game of chess in the park. That was how theyâd met, after all. It would be kind of romantic.
âEarth to Sam!â Aidan said, snapping in front of his face. He was standing up next to Sam now and Johnny had returned to his seat behind the drums. âWhat the hell are you thinking about?â
Just wondering what Gaiaâs doing right now, Samâs mind replied.
âNothing,â he answered.
âYouâve been zoning out all day,â Aidan said. âIâm surprised you figured out how to put your pants on to come here.â
âItâs the chick stare,â Jeff said, sucking at his teeth. âHeâs got the chick stare.â
âWhat the hell are you talking about?â Charlie asked with a laugh. Jeff was always saying stupid, pointless crap with this serious intonation like it was all deep.
âHeâs thinking about some girl,â Jeff said, rather astutely for him. âItâs all over his face.â
Charlie, Aidan, and Jeff all looked at Sam expectantly. Like he was really going to get into a detailed conversation about his âchick stareâ and the object of it with these guys in the middle of a loud club. Not likely.
âYou are so off base, youâre halfway to the outfield,â Sam said. âIâm just trying to remember whether we remembered to pause the Xbox before we left.â
âAw, dude, you better have remembered!â Jeff cried, moving to the edge of his seat. âI was like five minutes from slaying the dragon!â
âIn your dreams,â Charlie said.
Sam smiled. His friends were fabulously distractable.
âSo, you want another beer or what?â Aidan asked, whacking Samâs shoulder with the back of his hand.
âStill working on this one,â Sam answered, tilting the bottle toward his friend.
As Aidan walked to the bar, Sam tried to tune in to Charlie and Jeffâs conversationâsomething about the club they wanted to hit later. The band hadnât started playing yet, but the music on the sound system was still pretty loud. Sam could barely hear what anyone was saying, and he knew once the band began their set, it would become impossible. Then he could zone out all he wanted.
Zone out and think of what to say when he asked out