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Edei laughed at Craig’s Rock Band admission and made one of her own. “I have to tell ya that I can only play that game on easy, no joke. I blame it on the bright, flashy, distracting colors that whiz by at a mile a minute.” Casting a quick sideways glance at the guitarist as they neared the run down brick building which housed the Winner’s Circle bar, her face lit with a quick grin and she tacked on, “I’ll blame it on my A.D.D.”

Instead of marching to the front door, which was quite obviously closed and locked with steel bars blocking the darkened windows, Edei curved a path around the building where a fire escape led to a second level.

Speaking of A.D.D….

“You think Izzie’s going to murder me when we get back?”

A snicker left her lips as she pulled at the chain to lower the metal staircase and she sprung onto the bottom step as soon as it was within reach so that her weight could lock it in place. Ascending quickly, as if she had done this a dozen times before, Edei wandered to the nearest window and rapped a fist upon it rapidly.

“AYE! Z!” Edei yelled, shielding the sun from her eyes with a hand raised over her brow so that she could peer within the window to see if there was any movement.

“Get your ass up! We need some stuff!”

A minute passed, then two, until a partially-clad bearded man with shadowed eyes unlocked and slid open the window for them.

“What in the hell do you want this early, Edei? Fuckin’ ‘ell. I just rolled into bed…” He stared up at the clock hung upon the wall, moving back a few steps to allow the two band mates into his apartment. “An hour ago? Shit. Get whatcha need and get outta here. I’ll tack it on with everything else ya owe me. Keep this up and you’re going to owe me a shift at the bar with all your tips.”

Edei swung in first, her petite frame easily slipping through the rickety window and the moment her feet touched the floor, she was already off in the direction of another door. As she passed by the large Queen-sized bed, a blonde stirred from beneath the covers and peered quizzically at the source of all of the noise.

“Thanks, Z!” She called out, tossing open the door that led from Z’s apartment to the bar downstairs and she waved Craig over, afraid that he was going to double back and run for it.

“Oh and Z, meet Craig. Craig, Z.” She had no idea who the chick was so she wasn’t about to even attempt introductions there, better to ignore the blonde so they could go grab the alcohol and get back to Izzie and Cormy before they lit the studio on fire.

Taking the steps two at a time, Edei made her way down the steps and flicked on a light switch which slightly illuminated the bar as they entered. Dim lights were supposed to be some sort of ambience but Edei knew the real reason for the Winner’s Circle being so dark was the fact that Z was too damn cheap to buy more than a handful of bulbs every year. If one blew out, fuck it. He’d replace it when people were crashing into each other or breaking shit but not a moment before then.

“What does the boss lady like? You know?”

Edei made her way behind the counter, picking up a few unopened bottles and setting them up on the marred wooden surface.