Kirley grinned at her and called a few drink orders out at Carrington himself who manned the bar and was actually a good friend of his. He sat there in the opposite end of the booth admiring the young girl in front of him and wondered what would come of this night.
“Ah, but you see I’m so comfortable up there that it doesn’t bother me in the slightest. I’ll even play guitar for you when you sing, if you’d like,” There was a live band there that would play just about anything you wanted, and a sound system if they for some reason didn’t know it. But they were always good about letting Kirley join in on the fun when he wanted. Many had told him he should be professional, and he could only smile wryly.
“Any time you want, love, just give me the word and I’ll be up there.”