Now the fun started. Well the fun of picking up the groupies. Nothing like the dead sexiness that was Ben. Everybody loved the drummer. Well he thought so at least. 

He grimaced as Drake lit up. A nasty habit that was. It suited the guy though. Ben thought of Drake as a good friend. Ben rarely ever drank it made him hook up with random people. Not all of them women. He had once woken up after bender next to a red headed guy. He had been relatively attractive. Maybe a bit frail but whatever. So Ben would pick up anything gender wise. There was one red head who caught his eye. A woman by the back. She had been giving him the eyes this whole time. Ben sauntered over to her and just started to chat her up.