Falling At Your Feet

"Good show, right boys?" Vic asked Alan and I.
"Hell yeah. Valentine's a cool chick. Little scary, but altogether cool." Alan said.
"She's single if you were wondering." Vic said.
"Oh- I-" Alan stuttered.
"I wasn't talking to you." Vic said, focusing on me. "I saw you looking at her. Let me set you up."
"I don't know, man. She's pretty intimidating." I said, trying my hardest to sound genuine and not eager.
"Ah, that's just how she is. She's had a tough few years. She was in a pretty serious relationship a few years ago and he died very suddenly. After that she had a really bad habit of sleeping with older guys, married guys- guys not good enough for someone like her. The band had to take a hiatus for a couple of years. She acts really hard- and I truly believe she doesn't see it as an act- but she's incredible if you can get her to open up." He explained.
"Wow." Alan said.
"She's great to have around though, hilarious, one of the guys honestly. Love her to death." Vic continued. "Let's eat though. I'm starving."
"Danny boy, honestly, if you don't stop wearing that Citizen shirt thrice a week I'm going to burn it, and won't you please cut that hair off? It's the size of Russia. Obama's going to put sanctions against your hair at this rate-" A slightly familiar voice was saying, tinged with loving nag. Valentine was standing and talking to Dan Lambton, straightening his shirt and brushing dirt off his arms.
"You fuss too much. I love it when you worry about me, V." Dan laughed.
She turned and saw us sitting and eating, her eyes lighting up. "Oh, hello gentleman! How've you been since we last met? It's been ages, hasn't it?"
I laughed. "I really like your sense of humor."
"Who said I was joking, asshole?" She smirked, playfully elbowing me in the ribs. "You guys, I can't wait for New Orleans! My whole family's coming that day!"
"Oh, are you from New Orleans?" Alan asked.
She nodded. "My pépé- my grandfather- moved there when he was nineteen because he wasn't fluent in English and there are many French speakers there. My entire family stays in the Big Easy."
"So you speak French?" I asked.
She batted her eyelashes at me. "Oui, ma mignon."
Vic nearly choked on his water. "A little fast, V?"
"Adequate speed." She shrugged, laughing. "I'll see you losers around."
I turned to Vic as she left. "What the hell just happened?"
"She was flirting with you so hard." Vic said, still awestruck. "She called you cute."
I smiled. "Cheers to that.

Notes

Title lyrics: Lost In Stereo by All Time Low
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