Snippet #1499972

So Leon was right, she was new to the venue. The gaffer, Jez, obviously knew what he was doing when he hired her...hopefully it had something to do with sound-tech knowledge. He raised a hand in greeting at the new arrival, somehow getting the impression that 'Jeanette' was not part of the crew. But it wasn't unusual for members of the crew to get their mates into the venue backstage and that sort of thing. And he was content to let the whole Evie/'Tootsie' thing go unexplained for now.

"Yeah I'll tell him." Leon said, "Cool to meet you, I'll catch you later OK?"

He raised his hand again and backed away, leaving the two girls to talk. There was nobody in the van so he assumed all the big stuff had been moved out. So he walked back through to the main stage where Hal and Emil were bantering about something.

"Hey and here he is!" Emil jeered. "Bit early in the day to be fishing for groupies compadre?"

"Who's fishing?" Leon retorted, "You been spending too much time in you're mama's kielbasa deli; got sausage on the brain."

"So why didn't you invite them in?" Hal said with a wry grin, spinning a drumstick in between his fingers and tapping his heel.

"That redhead's on the stage crew dipstick." Leon grunted, "If she hears you calling her a groupie then you might end up with a mysterious grounding issue in your rig and finish the night as a pair of smoking trainers."

"Man if I don't finish a night that way then it hasn't been a good night." Emil laughed.

"Well I tell you what," Leon said, "go as 'em to open up the bar and I'll buy you enough drinks to end the night however you like. Oh and she said she's comin' through to get you all set up so hey you don't even need to feel bad that you don't know your arse from your elbow when it comes to equipment."

Emil shrugged. "I know that you turn volume knob until testicles vibrate...what more there is to know?"

"Case in point." Leon chuckled, "Now get to the bar, and make mine a Jack and coke."