Enter Bandman

Steve guided Avril and Deryck to an upper observation deck on the edge of the massive auditorium. As they entered, Korn were just finishing with their performance of "One". Steve waved his hand dismissively. "Man, I hate Korn." He turned to Avril and grinned. "I mean, they've got to be the korniest act around." She groaned but gave an appreciative chuckle too, which Steve recorded as a plus. The three sat watching the show for a few minutes, but as it turned to a speech on the importance of Metallica, Avril let out an audible yawn. Damage control time, thought Deryck.



"Man, this is kinda lame," he said. "What do you guys say we go get a drink?"



Steve's eyes lit up at that statement, but Avril looked a bit hesitant. "Oh...I don't know..."



Deryck put a reassuring hand on her arm. "Ah, come on, it's really no big deal."



There was a bit of electricity that jumped between them then. They shared a smile, and Avril said, "Ok, fine. Where can you get something to drink around here?" With that, SteveO took charge. "Follow me!" he ordered as he took them back into the hall. They stopped to sign autographs for a few delighted 12-year-olds, and then continued on their way. The three walked through the winding corridors of the building before they came to a restaurant. Looking around with roving eyes, SteveO soon found that there was a bar. Taking Avril's hand again, he guided her up to the bar. He was going to help her onto the stool, but Avril brushed him off. "Are you trying to be like the perfect gentleman, or what? Shit," she said with a smirk as she hopped onto the barstool. Steve was initially taken aback, but soon regained his charm. Yes, she does have a bit of punk in her, he thought lustfully.



"Yo!" Deryck called out to the bartender. "Two Jack Daniel's with Coke, and one beer!"



"Three Jack Daniel's with Coke," Avril corrected. She looked at the Sum 41 boys with a smile. "Hey, come on," she grinned. "This is rock 'n' roll, right?" Evidently pleased, Deryck and Steve took their glasses of Jacd Cod Coke and looked at each other with a knowing thumbs up.



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A couple rounds later, Avril was waving her glass around finishing a war story of her first photo shoots after being signed to the record label. "So they come in with this micro-outfit, and say, 'why dontcha wear this?' And I'm like, hey, is this a shirt or an eye-patch? Fuck off!" She laughs and downs a shot of vodka. Steve and Deryck were slouched over the bar, enjoying the effects of their liquor. Deryck suddenly bursts out laughing. "HA HA HA HA HA!!! Good one," he says, patting Avril on the back a few times.



But these pats soon become slower, more lingering. Deryck begins stroking Avril's back, fingering at her tank top. Avril looks up and glances into his eyes. She smirks. "What do you think yer doing there, Deryck?" He grins and slurs, "Just feeling you up a bit, you know," giving a little giggle. Suddenly he stops. Gazing at Avril, he suddenly locks onto her burning blue eyes. Her stare penetrates him, and she now realizes what Deryck is after. She smiles at Deryck, and the two move closer until they kiss deeply. Deryck's tongue explore's Avril's, wrestling together in passion. Avril slowly becomes aware that someone is stroking her hair. She breaks Deryck's kiss to see SteveO gazing longingly at her, touching her hair and her shoulder.



All of a sudden, Steve gets off his barstool and picks up Avril, taking her into his arms despite her surprise. Without a word, he begins moving off into the hall, as Deryck follows them. Avril giggles aloud. She knows fully well what the two punk rockers have in store for her.