There's a new cocky bad-boy in the Black Falcon world this round. Meet Donovan (inspiration for him Matt Walst):
***CAUTION. UNEDITED. NOT FINAL VERSION.***
“Can I buy you a drink?” A man’s voice asks to my right.
My head snaps in his direction and my eyes land on an incredibly handsome man. Blonde shaggy hair drifts over his brow and he shoves it back as he grins at me. His blue eyes drink me in slowly as he waits for my answer.
I return his smile with a polite one of my own. “Thank you, but I’m with someone.”
He learns in closer and completely blows off my refusal. “I’m Donovan. You might’ve heard of me?” He pauses for a brief second, but when I give him a blank stare he continues, “I’m the guitarist for Embrace the Darkness.”
I nod. “I’ve heard of you. You’re the opening act for Black Falcon, right?”
Donovan smirks. “Not for long. They’ll be opening for us soon enough.”
He turns, practically pushing his chest against my arm and I take a step away. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
He shrugs. “Why not? I’m great at what I do and my band kicks ass. What’s so wrong in taking pride in something you know you’re good at?” Suddenly I feel his hand on my ass. “Why don’t you do your self a favor and come upstairs with me?”
***CAUTION. UNEDITED. NOT FINAL VERSION.***
“Can I buy you a drink?” A man’s voice asks to my right.
My head snaps in his direction and my eyes land on an incredibly handsome man. Blonde shaggy hair drifts over his brow and he shoves it back as he grins at me. His blue eyes drink me in slowly as he waits for my answer.
I return his smile with a polite one of my own. “Thank you, but I’m with someone.”
He learns in closer and completely blows off my refusal. “I’m Donovan. You might’ve heard of me?” He pauses for a brief second, but when I give him a blank stare he continues, “I’m the guitarist for Embrace the Darkness.”
I nod. “I’ve heard of you. You’re the opening act for Black Falcon, right?”
Donovan smirks. “Not for long. They’ll be opening for us soon enough.”
He turns, practically pushing his chest against my arm and I take a step away. “Pretty sure of yourself, aren’t you?”
He shrugs. “Why not? I’m great at what I do and my band kicks ass. What’s so wrong in taking pride in something you know you’re good at?” Suddenly I feel his hand on my ass. “Why don’t you do your self a favor and come upstairs with me?”
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