Sarah and Kevin 8

Peter stood up. "Not exactly what I had in mind, but whatever."

"Did you get everything set up?" Kevin asked Peter.

"Just about."

"Let's go downstairs," Kevin looked hard at Peter.

"OK." Peter held his hands up and headed for the stairs. Kevin followed practically on his heels.

When they reached the bottom of the stairs, Kevin stepped in front of Peter.

"What in the hell were you doing up there?

"What?" Peter snarled.

Kevin looked down at Peter and gritted his teeth. "What do you mean, 'what'? You used every immature pick up line in the book. Seriously, are you trying to get us kicked out on the first day?"

"Not my fault you don't know how to flirt with women. And I already told you, I'm working on getting us a better deal."

"Whatever. She obviously wasn't enchanted by your intelligent banter." Kevin laughed at him.

Peter shrugged. "I just haven't found the right button to push, man. When I do, you'll know it 'cause she'll be screaming my name."

"You're full of shit, Tansara." Kevin shoved him.

Scott stepped between them. "What the hell is the problem, now? We haven't even been here for a whole day."

"That idiot is going to get us kicked out before we've been here a week. You should have heard how he was talking to her, like she was some drunk groupie."

"Again, not my fault you don't know how to flirt with women. Who's gotten laid more? My record speaks for itself." Peter laughed.

"My offer to rip your head off still stands, Tansara."

"Alright. Come on, let's see if this equipment works. OK? Scott said.

Silence reigned for a moment. "Fine," Peter growled and walked over to his mike. Kevin picked up his bass and they began practicing.