She saw Benny standing in the shadows at the end of the bar. "Hi."

"Look, I don't need any more ridicule," he moaned, without turning.

"I think you were pretty brave. Michelle is a bitch anyway. What does she know?"

Bennie turned, recognizing the girl, he smiled slightly.

"So. Want to buy me a drink? Maybe talk about who you should have really been singing to."

She was a pretty girl, with long black hair. Too much goth, but a beautiful smile.

His smile grew bigger. "You sure you want to be seen with an idiot?"

"My name is Queenie."