Exton

Ike watches the tattooed woman order from Monty. Her clothes are very skimpy now and a rush of jealousy makes her miss a few notes. She recovers, but not before she sees Ob's grin.

There was something different about the woman, something was missing, and there was a distinct aura of arousal. When she takes the beers and heads for the stairs, Ike watches her. There is a grace to her movements. Ike sees Monty watching as well.

She knows she can't compete with the sensuality of women like Silk and the one that just went upstairs. She can just be herself. Looking away, she spies the rose in the beer glass, then glances back at Monty, busy flirting and serving.

She hands Keon her baby. "Know Fall Into Me? Sugarland?" Keon nods. Ob raises a brow and shrugs at Keon. Ike's call...

Ike takes the mike from the stand and steps from the stage as Keon strums the opening chords. Her voice is smoky silk as she walks among the crowd.

when the weight of the world
breaks down so strong it
leaves footprints on the street
and theres too many miles to face
without a few more hours sleep
the storm clouds overhead wont shed
any rain to quench your thirst
I wanna be the one you reach for first

Monty leaves the bar, delivering drink orders to one of the tables. As he crosses the edge of the floor back towards the bar, Ike wraps an arm around his waist and presses against him.

I wanna be the bottle youve been drinkin with your eyes
or the road you run away on
youve been runnin all your life
the third row pew that you last knew
as a child in church
I wanna be the one your reach for first

A hand slides along Monty's back, along the waistband of his jeans, as she sings.

before your turn the key
before you fall asleep
before your drift away
to find some demons waiting for you
in your dreams
before your arms stretched wide open
before your reaching for the sky
before your searching for direction
and all the answers to your whys

fall into me
my arms are opened wide
and you dont have to say a word

The words falter. Ike looks into Monty's eyes as he turns her slowly, dancing to the music. She had forgotten he could dance like Ob's kin. His leg presses between hers and he smiles. The guys play the song's final notes and Monty dips her. She laughs as her hair and wing tips brush the floor.