I'm a loser!

[lookingthroughyou]

This is another story by Icee and I. wewt. Called I'm a loser for inexplicable reasons.

PG-13 for language!

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I'm a Loser

I wandered into the club, smiling mischieviously at the bouncer. He winked at me, leant down and whispered, “The Beatles are on today. Be careful out there, wouldn’t want you to get trod on.” I giggled and nodded, going on my way. As soon as I was out of range, I shook my head.

Boys were so ridiculous sometimes. Anything with legs and a short skirt is fair game. I never went down the street without a catcall whizzing past me, a whistle resounding in the street. It was, frankly, embarassing. I wanted to be known for what I was, and what I could do, rather than my legs or my face. Geez. Men.

I abruptly stopped, about to bump into someone. It was my ex. Shit.

“Hi, Jeremy.” I sighed. He grinned greasily at me and made a little snorting noise, then cleared his throat.

“Hi there, Vicky, honey.” He slid his arm around my waist. I rolled my eyes and smacked his arm away.

“Piss off.” I snarled. “Leave me lone for once in your miserable life, won’t you?” He merely raised an eyebrow and backed away.

“Will do, honey.” He crooned nastily. I crossed my arms and made my way through the masses of weaving people.

I elbowed my way to the front of the crowd, where my favourite band happened to be playing on the decrepit stage. The Beatles. Ah, they really had something. I danced along with the crowd and smiled at the boys, as I did every Tuesday. I knew they recognized me, because the bassist winked at me slyly. I smiled my shy smile back, and sat down at a table, alone, after the set.

[Beatlemon]

Kewlies! Keep it coming!

[CloudNine]

Love it! ;D

[Her Majesty]

Amazin'!

[Sgt.Honeypie]

I lurv it

[Icee]

"Ey" Someone spoke from behind me.
"Whats yer name?" They continued to talk.
I turned around. It was one of the Beatles.
"Vicky, and yours?" I asked, looking him up and down. I didn't really fancy this beatle, he always looked like some kind of teddy boy, and thought he was all that.
"John" He smiled, whilst letting his eyes crossover.
I didn't smile in return or answer him, I simply turned away to see who was playing next. Yes, Rory.
"Can I get ye a drink?" He asked, desperately trying to make conversation.
"No, I'm fine" I said, without turning.
"I always see ye 'ere, what do you come for?" He glanced me over.
"Music" I said, sarcastically.
"I'm gonna buy ye a drink" he said, raising himself up from the seat.
"What ever" I said, watching the drummer from Rory Storm and the Hurricanes shaking his head fiercly.
"Eyy" Another male from the Beatles has promptly sat himself down beside me, throwing his arm over my neck.
Turning around, I realised it was the bass player that I'd seen before.
"Nice to see ye here tonight" He said, throwing his beer down on the table with so much force the rest of the liquid jumped out of the cup and landed on the floor.
"Yer, you two" I nodded, not taking much notice of his mangled appearance.
"Shit, I've got to go" I hurried, throwing his arm off me and racing towards the stage. Rory and the Hurricanes had stopped playing, and I was up next.
I picked up by acoustic from behind the curtain, threw it over myself, and walked out on stage.
"There were birds, in the skyyy but I never saw them winging" I sung, loudly as I could, watching the people infront of my clap along, whilst stacking up a line of beer across the bar for me.

[Sgt.Honeypie]

I like her

[Rain]

Great story!

[me]

Hahahah Vicky for president! I'm glad the two of you are writing another story!

[ibrake4whales]

hehe i like it very much already! its very good!

[Beatlemon]

LOL, love it!

[lookingthroughyou]

I smiled and sang as loud as possible. That pretty one..he was pretty rough, but I could smooth him over. I glanced around.

John stared at me, uncomfortably so. I stared back, and he just grinned and made a face. See? Men. I tossed my head and continued the song, aware of their two sets of eyes on me.

The song finished and I gracefully went down to accept the drinks waiting for me, amidst clapping and whispering. Girls admired me, I knew it. They acted like I was a man, but they were proud of me. I knew it. I slid into a bar stool carefully and noticed the two Beatles sit beside me promptly. I stifled a giggle as they peered at each other as if to say, “Mine!”.

“So, boys, when’re y’on next?” I asked delicately. They glared at each other and John answered, “Not fer ‘nother hour or so.” I smiled.

I turned to the rather mangled one, who had startlingly pretty eyes. “So, what’s yer name, then?”

“Paul,” he smiled, looking directly at John.

“Oh, don’t worry, I already know ‘is name, Paul.” I laughed. They laughed nervously, and John nodded at Paul.

“I really liked your set today. Y’guys are amazin’.” I lowered my voice and batted my eyelashes slyly. Paul slid his arm around my waist, and John moved closer.

I coughed and stood up abruptly. No more flirting, that would do for now. I smiled at the shocked pair. “I remembered, I ‘ave t’go. Sorry. See y’around, boys.” I wandered off, aware of their eyes still on me.

Well, at least they weren’t too piggy. I thought of Paul’s dreamy eyes and sighed. “We’ll see,” I murmured.

[Icee]

-Claps- Nicely done.

[Sgt.Honeypie]

love it Liv

[Starkey.]

Whoopee!! Wonderful Story!!11oneone.

I loves it. ;D