The one thing that Kirley liked best about Carrington's was that no one really knew who he was. He enjoyed his fame, and he loved his fans, but it was nice to have a place where people knew you only because they were a friendly acquaintance and didn't want you to sign their knickers or something ridiculous like that.
He would bet that if he didn't get them now, he would get questions later about Em, just because he'd never brought anyone in with him before. A few people asked if he was going to be playing, and he said he didn't know before cheering along with Em for the girl. But he knew that the beauty on his arm was much better.
"I'll get you up on that stage one way or another before we leave," he teased, holding her close and pressing a kiss to her cheek, "Would you like something to drink?" He began steering her towards an empty table, the one that he most liked to occupy. It was corner booth, and anyone that was a usual knew he liked to linger there.