Two updates in one day! Feel special. It's because I love you guys.

I feel a little bad using Matt Cohen as my "Alonso" face claim because he's an absolute sweetie who I love very much but ughgghgh he really fits the description and once he cosplayed as Ted Logan so he deserves to be in here. (Young John Winchester from Supernatural, for those who don't know. I met him once!)

After the concert, we went into the crowd of The Arrow for the afterparty. The group split up a bit to mingle with fans and other artists.

I was uncomfortable by the lack of clothing on these people and found a barstool in the corner to sit on with a can of Pepsi clenched tightly in my sweaty hands. I really wanted to leave, but I couldn't find the boys in all the chaos, and wanted to give them a chance to see some fans who loved them.

"Hey babe," the tall drummer from Bystander grinned, toothpick hanging from his mouth, wandering over to me. "What's a pretty lady like you doing at a place with all these guys?"

"I'm here with Wyld Stallyns, actually," I said, feeling my knees shaking as they bumped against the barstool. He leaned in close, and his breath smelled like whiskey. "Remember? Your guys insulted us."

"I'm Alonso," he said smoothly, running a hand through his thick, dark hair. His green eyes were gorgeous, glinting eagerly as he gave me a once-over. I saw his eyes linger at my chest where my neckline ended.

"Don't mind them. They get like that before a show. Nerves, getting worked up, you know how it is."

I felt like he was lying. I was still angry at him (or his band) for acting that way.

Every fiber of my being said that he was bad news. He smelled like alcohol already, and he wasn't wearing a shirt: just an open leather jacket and baggy, ripped jeans. His eyes were lined in black, and a few dog tags sat on his bare chest.

He reached around my back and began to feel me up, fingers finding my hip. He bit down on his lip as he did, a little mischievous smirk on his face.

I squealed at the unexpected contact, blushing deep red, and my eyes roamed the crowd, hoping I could signal to one of the guys to get me out of here.

I found Bill with one of those girls from Dungeon clinging to him, feeling his arm and midriff. He looked really proud of himself considering she was  one of least dressed ladies in the whole bar. It was disgusting. She brought her hand down more, I saw the look on Bill's face, then freaked out and looked away.

Then I found Ted, with two ladies, one of them I recognized from Arrowroot, but the other just looked like some other desperate chick who thought he was hot. They were playing with his hair and shirt, touching him wherever they could reach and Ted looked proudly overwhelmed. One of them leaned up to nibble his ear and his knees went weak.

River was nowhere to be seen, but no doubt some other wannabe was all over him as well. How could they not be? I could practically smell people's hormones in this place, and River was very good looking.

Scarlet, I hoped, at least had the sense not to get in a fight. I couldn't see her, but more likely than not, she was either sitting in the band van to get away from the crowd, or yelling at the DJ to play some Van Halen. I just hoped Bystander wasn't bugging her.

I should've pushed Alonso off of me, dragged Bill and Ted out of there by their ears, and sent Scarlet after River. (She's more persuasive than I am.) But instead, something snapped inside me as I looked into Alonso's hungry gaze.

I spent my whole life trying to be professional, living in a bubble of nerves and worry, living as someone so shy it took me almost dying to make three new friends.

Why? Why do I do that? Why can't I, for one night, let a very attractive man, who obviously liked me very much, bring me out of my shell?

It also felt like a brick to the chest when I thought about how Ted kissed me after the concert, how passionate and into it he was, only now to have girls all over him and not bat an eye. This wasn't spin the bottle, he did that after-concert kiss on purpose, with meaning... I guess it meant nothing, then.

It tugged at my insides a little, to see him interested in the big-breasted, little-brained women on his arm. I knew I wasn't drop-dead gorgeous, and I had bad eyesight and uselessly untamable hair, but what a fool was I to think Ted Logan or Bill Preston could feel something for me.

I made my decision. Instead of kicking Alonso in the shin and storming out of there and leaving the boys to their needy girls, I placed a hand on Alonso's chest.

He grinned and his hand found the curve of my butt. It only seemed to encourage him.

Without so much as a word, I leaned up and kissed him. He tasted like whiskey and cigarettes. Alonso practically pinned me to the bar, pushing his leg in between my own and making my skirt ride up. It was as embarrassing as it was liberating.

He was a handsome man, and if Bill, Ted, and River could have pretty girls all over them, then I could have Alonso. Maybe Ted might just see me kissing Alonso and feel the same way I felt looking at that girl on him. But then again, maybe not.

I felt up his chest to encourage him. While I'd never made out with someone before, I seemed to be a quick learner.

His lips latched themselves onto my neck and I knew he meant business. I gasped. His hands trailed the lower hem of my shirt, and he slipped his tongue against my lips and over my jaw.

I left him to it, clueless in the area, and he seemed to know his stuff. He sucked on my neck for quite some time in full view of everyone. I was trying to pull down the hem of my skirt as best as I could, but then his hands roamed and found my thighs, fingers digging in.

He pulled back and bit down on my ear, whispering, "Why don't we get out of this place?"

He picked me up right off my barstool and I wrapped my legs around his waist and pulled him close as he carried me through the crowd into his dressing room.

He practically broke the door trying to get into it, and as soon as it latched behind him, I found myself on my back on the little couch in his room. His leather jacket hit the floor and his lips were on mine again, tracing them outline of them with his tongue.

My hands snapped up to his hair as he did, not thinking once about the fact that the Stallyns might be looking for me.

His tongue worked its way into my mouth slowly, seeking out a rhythm with my own.

There was a moment when he pulled back from my neck, and I could only see him as Ted. It pulled a gasp from my mouth as I pictured it, then he smirked and moved back in.

The second time he pulled back for air, I swear he looked like Bill (granted, with dark hair). What is this? Why am I picturing my best friends making out with me?

I tugged his hair to get the images out of my mind, but the idea of making out with Ted, Bill, or River seemed risky and exciting, but then he gave me a look that was very much Alonso, and I wanted more.

***

Alonso was hot. He was very hot, and very interested. We made out in his dressing room for probably 20 minutes.

I didn't care if my friends were looking for me or wanted to leave. I was sitting in the lap of a very attractive man who was not wearing a shirt, and I really didn't feel like leaving. Something changed in me that night.

Security broke us up, walking in on us laying on top of each other half dressed, which killed the mood a little. Or... altogether. I think Alonso was seriously considering sleeping with me if the security guard hadn't come in.

I pulled on my jacket again hastily, turning up the collar to hide the dark marks Alonso had left.

We hurried through the crowd, his hand squeezing my backside the whole time.

As I went out to the band van, the boys were nowhere to be seen. Alonso took another moment to pin me to band van and try to kiss me again. It wasn't as intense as the first time, just long and slow, until Bill and Ted came wandering out of the bar.

Their hair was a mess, as was their stage makeup. Lipstick marks covered their mouths, necks, and I could see lipstick on Bill's midriff. I didn't bother looking any more after that. I didn't want to know.

Judging by the way they were acting, I really didn't want to know. They seemed too proud.

They stopped short when they saw me with Alonso.

Ted cursed in surprise, which brought Alonso off me.

"You got a problem, buddy?" He snapped.

"You're making out with my manager against my band van, dude...,"

"Like I said, you got a problem?"

Ted looked like a kicked puppy when he looked me over, but then he looked at Bill and seemed to remember what they'd just been doing, and he shrugged it off.

"Nah dude, I'd just like to get in my van without your smell getting all over it."

I heard Bill laugh and say, "good one," and I stepped in.

"You clearly had no problem with the smell, seeing all the lipstick on your faces. Smell that? You reek of desperation. Yours and theirs."

The boys looked like I'd slapped them in the face, and before they could speak, I kissed Alonso again, and didn't bother to see what they had to say.

River came out next, Scarlet close behind. It seemed I was right, she had talked him out of the bar. River, as well, had kiss marks on his face and neck.

"Woah, Lucky's making out with Bystander!" He shouted in surprise.

"Gross," one of the boys commented.

I got Alonso off of me, frustrated that Team Stallyns wouldn't leave me alone.

"Lon, can you give me a ride home?"

"Sure thing babe," he gestured to his motorcycle.

"Thanks babe," I said to him, climbing on behind him. We drove off in a roar, leaving Team Stallyns to stare in complete shock at whatever they'd just seen.

Or did. In the bar. With those girls.