Saturday was their busiest day out of the week, and judging by the amount of people tonight, it was easily deciphered as probably the busiest night out of the year. Now that summer was in complete session, the bar was attracting travelers and tourism every night. Not that it was unexpected, but with the more people piling it, it would be harder to please let alone shut them up when he stepped onto that stage. For a change, he left his guitar comfortable backstage instead of on his back, watching the mortals file inside as he sits at the bar with the Beta female, Teimhnin behind it. She looked as stunning as the day he met her and nothing more. Luckily for her, he was able to give her a ride to work. They'd become friends that first day, receiving help in the time of need in order to fill his rusted chevy out back. His pack members had told him to just buy a new one but he refused due to the memories and great times he held with that car. Nothing could replace it, nor could his guitar. He smiled, taking a drink from his glass before tapping the end of the bar for her attention. "Show time in 8. Wish me luck, Red." And with that, he lazily saluted her with his index and middle finger, swaggering back to move in the back room.
She hadn't seen him preform before, which caused him to feel on edge, but something about their surroundings disturbed him as well. However, there were no other shifters in the area, just him and her. Alexander maneuvered his hard body through the tight space covered in wires, control panels and music instruments. He remembered to his first day on tripping over the wires and making a fool of himself, which eventually gave his boss a nickname for himself known as Goofy. Alex never enjoyed the name, but it was his boss, he couldn't do anything about it considering he was the one that gave the shifter his paycheck. He sighed, finally reaching the end of the tunnel to his guitar case. Unzipping it, he lifted the beautiful instrument by its slender staff, carefully supporting the back with his other. "Hello, darlin'," His hand reached into the back of his ripped jean's pocket, slipping out a custom-made dark red guitar pick with his brother's name tattooed in cursive on it. Between his fingers he flipped it around, throwing it up into the air and catching it again. Through the opening of both curtains, he protectively watched over Teimhinin, knowing he'd do anything for his pack's Beta if something were to of gone wrong or just a small errand. It was his duty and promise to devoting his life to Bravehearts. And for a female, his life would rather be risked then theirs.
She hadn't seen him preform before, which caused him to feel on edge, but something about their surroundings disturbed him as well. However, there were no other shifters in the area, just him and her. Alexander maneuvered his hard body through the tight space covered in wires, control panels and music instruments. He remembered to his first day on tripping over the wires and making a fool of himself, which eventually gave his boss a nickname for himself known as Goofy. Alex never enjoyed the name, but it was his boss, he couldn't do anything about it considering he was the one that gave the shifter his paycheck. He sighed, finally reaching the end of the tunnel to his guitar case. Unzipping it, he lifted the beautiful instrument by its slender staff, carefully supporting the back with his other. "Hello, darlin'," His hand reached into the back of his ripped jean's pocket, slipping out a custom-made dark red guitar pick with his brother's name tattooed in cursive on it. Between his fingers he flipped it around, throwing it up into the air and catching it again. Through the opening of both curtains, he protectively watched over Teimhinin, knowing he'd do anything for his pack's Beta if something were to of gone wrong or just a small errand. It was his duty and promise to devoting his life to Bravehearts. And for a female, his life would rather be risked then theirs.