Finally it seems like the fans have gotten their fill, and go looking for other stars to take pictures of.
“Does that happen a lot?” the biker with the dark red hair asks. “Must be a pain in the ass.”
“Nah, tonight is kind of special since it was advertised, you know? It’s not like I’m famous or anything. I’m Quinn, by the way. I know you probably know that, but it feels kind of weird to just assume.”
“Colt,” the redhead says, holding out his hand. His fingers wrap firmly around mine, but he doesn’t pull any macho, hand squishing BS.
The blond smiles. Under the beard I bet there’s at least one dimple. “Sinner.”
“Really sticking to the biker theme, huh?”
“Sure, what’s it called? Method acting?” Sinner grins at his buddy.
Colt snorts.
He has nice lips. Relationships are a distraction I can’t afford, but I’m not immune to the lure of occasionally getting cozy in a dark corner with a sexy extra. Sex is overrated, if you ask me, but kissing… Kissing deserves more attention. You can tell a lot about a person by how they kiss.
“Do you guys want to dance?” I could claim my bravery is from the half a beer I’ve had tonight, but it’s really just because right now, I’m not Quinn flirting with sexy strangers. I’m Desdemona, asking a couple of co-workers to play the part for the length of a song or two.
“Absolutely. Let’s go, Demon.” Sinner holds out his hand and pulls me to the dance floor.
Behind me, Colt follows, closing me in between them like a solid wall of man. “Priest is gonna flip his shit.”
“Yeah, well, he should’ve thought of that before being late,” Sinner responds.
“Who’s Priest?”
Colt smirks. “A friend.”
“Was he supposed to be working tonight, too?” I let out a little gasp when Colt’s arm comes around me from behind and the three of us start moving together to the music. This is the first time I’m getting cozy with two extras at once, and it’s kind of fun.
One song turns into two. Two turns into four. Sometimes it’s Colt behind me and Sinner in front, sometimes they switch, passing me easily between them. At some point the heat gets to be too much and my jacket comes off. By the time Colt’s hands are on my hips and Sinner’s fingers are ghosting my bare shoulder, my eyes have drifted shut and I’ve forgotten that this is work, and not play.
“Can’t leave you fuckers alone for a minute, can I?” a gravelly voice asks with a sly hint of humor.
My eyes open to another biker, dressed to match Sinner and Colt. “Hi! You must be Priest.”
Surprise flashes across his face, then warm brown eyes slide down my body before working their way back up. “My reputation precedes me. I have to admit, I wasn’t expecting you to be quite so… welcoming.” He says it like he’d heard I was difficult to work with or something.
“What do you mean?” My body stops moving to the music and slowly Colt and Sinner pull away.
“She thinks we’re extras,” Colt says.
Priest cocks his head. “And you just went along with it?”
Sinner shrugs. “Was more fun that way.”
“What are you guys talking about?” I look at them again. Reallylook.
I’d noticed right away that they seemed rougher than usual, and their costumes weren’t the same as the ones on the show, but I hadn’t really thought much about it. A lot of different kinds of people take background jobs for fun and a little money. They might not fit the clean-cut look of most professional actors, but there’s always work for people who can really pull off the big, rough, and scary look.
“Quinn, do we look like actors to you? DoIlook like one?” Priest is waiting for something, and seems a little annoyed at me for not automatically knowing what it is.
His leather biker vest is open, revealing a black T-shirt that hugs his chest like a second skin. His muscular arms are bare and covered in colorful ink. There’s an angel down his left arm and a devil on the right. It fits perfectly for tonight. His hard jaw is stubbled and his long black hair is pulled back, showing the shaved sides.
“You don’tnotlook like actors.” I stare, suddenly very unsure. He said my name like he knows me, but someone like him? You’d think I’d remember.
“Have I really changed that much, Q?”