Damien felt the nervousness in Zack's body language and let go of the drummer reluctantly. The drummer was so hot but he wouldn't force anything. He pushed his long hair back and fanned himself.

"I'm dying in this leather out here." He took Zack's hand and started leading him toward the bar. It wasn't a lie. The heat was getting to him from all the people on the dance floor. Something cold would be good.