Peter was leaving a local surpermarket with some food supplies when he ran into Meagan. He looked at her and smiled.
"Hi." He said.
"Hi." Meagan responded with a polite smile of her own. She was carrying to big paper bags overflowing with food.
"Whats with all that? Having a party?" He asked.
"Not really. Getting my food supplies for the month. I really need them too, I don't have a job right now." She confessed. She shifted under the weight of the food. Peter took one bag under her protests.
"Its all right, I can get them." Meagan said. "I don't live that far away."
"Its not a problem." Peter assured her. "Where do you live? I can walk you home?"
"Really? I appreciate that." Meagan laughed. "I bet you are getting sick of that word."
"Really?" Peter said cracking a grin. "Don't worry about it." As they walked on it started to rain a little bit. "I live down the road a few blocks myself with the band." He sighed. "That will change when I get married."
"When will that be?" Meagan asked.
"Not right away. Sofie is in the North-east so we decided to wait till she comes back." Peter explained. "She works for her father in the music business. I guess she expects to be more a part of it now." Peter looked at Meagan as they arrived at her apartment. "You said you had no job?"
"Its no big deal." Meagan said as she tried to open the door while balancing the other bag of groceries in her other hand. Peter grabbed the other bag before it fell over onto the damp sidewalk. "Thanks."
Peter nodded as Meagan opened the door. Meagan took back one of the bags as they went through the door.
Meagans' place was small, barely big enough for one person. It had a combination bathroom kitchen, and a bed/sofa in the middle of the room.
"This is it, my home." Meagan confessed. "Not much but its what I got. I'll be lucky to have even this in a week if I don't get another job." She sighed as they put the groceries on the counter.
"Why did you lose your job?" Peter asked as he helped her put what food they could into the small refrigerator. She had more canned foods than meat and vegetables.
"Amazingly it wasn't my own stupidity that got me fired." Meagan started to explain. "The man that was at your party owned the bartending business that I worked for. He closed it down and went into some other kind of thing. I never heard from him again and I never got my last paycheck."
"Thats terrible. You could sue him you know." Peter informed her.
"Good idea, if you can find him." Meagan laughed. "I think he kept a lot of the profit and just took off with it. No doubt hes in the islands by now."
"Why would someone do that?" Peter asked.
"Who knows. Some peoples sense of values are wired differently than others."
"I guess." Peter said wiping some wet hair out of his face. He looked at Meagan. "You got your hair cut a little." He noticed.
"Funny, I thought guys werent supposed to see that." Meagan said touching her brown hair. It had run down her back when she was at the party but now it was a little bit above shoulder length. She had dark brown eyes, Peter noticed now.
"Not all guys are the same." Peter smiled. He had a thought. "I have an idea."
"What?" Meagan asked.
"My band is having a gig next week at this hotel. They have a bar but refused to provide someone to actually serve them." Peter said hopefully. "I can get the guys to hire you for the job. Do you want it?"
Meagan thought about it for a minute. "Sure!" She smiled. "How can I say no?"
"I was hoping we wouldnt find out." Peter said moving to the door.
"Are you sure you can do it?" Meagan asked.
"Oh for me they would do almost everything." Peter grinned.
"Thanks." Meagan said. "You are very nice to do this for me."
"Like I said, not all guys are the same." Peter reminded her. He waved and stepped out the door.
A few minutes later
At the pad Peter came in with his groceries and saw the three guys ready to practice a new song.
"So where were you?" Mike asked with this arms folded above his guitar.
"I was getting groceries." Peter said. "Is that all right with you dad?" He joked.
"We were waiting for half an hour." Micky said. "There are only so many drum solos a man can do." He said putting his sticks down.
"I saw Meagan at the store. I helped her bring her stuff home." Peter explained.
"Meagan?" Davy asked. "Whos that? Does she have a sister?"
"She was the bartender at my engagement party." Peter said answering the questions as he put away the food in the cupboards. "And no, I don't think so."
"Darn." Davy muttered.
"Oh and guess what, if its all right with you guys I've asked her to work the Hilton gig for us." Peter said remembering to bring up the job offer at the last minute.
"What?" Mike asked.
"Shes out of a job, and she has a license to be a bartender." Peter said going to Mike. He picked up his guitar. "And we needed a drink server so its perfect." He turned to his guitar and tuned a low E that had been bugging him for a solid week. He looked up to see the fellas still looking at him. "Whats up?"
"You sure talk about this Meagan a lot." Mike said.
"Shes a friend." Peter said puttin his hands on his instrument. "And friends help friends. Is that so wrong?"
"Is it friend with a little f or a big f?" Micky asked.
"Little f." Peter said. "Shes a really nice girl and I wanted to help her out. End of story. Are we ready to do this or what?" He asked.
Mike thought for a moment, shook his head and said. "Yea, we're ready. The song is The Girl Can't Help It." He said as Micky cracked his knuckles.
"Right." Peter smiled as he sat down in a chair.
"Just be careful Peter." Mike whispered. "Sofie could be the jealous type."
"We're friends." Peter said.
"Does he protest too much?" Micky said treating one of his drum sticks as a microphone. Mike glared at him. "Okay, I'll shut up."
