<span style="font-family: 'Didact Gothic', 'sans-serif'">Mya chuckled at the antics taking a seat during their break. "I think I can handle myself Rita," she turned to Mark with a smirk, "To answer your question, I wouldn't getting drinks with the band. I'd love to chat with everyone more. I only know Rita. Nathan barely speaks."<br/>
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Rita laughed as she sat down in Nathan's lap giving him a quick peck on the cheek. "It's true. But I still love him."<br/>
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Mya packed her guitar away drumming her fingers. "If we want to book any gigs down the line, I could contact an old friend. He's a promoter always looking for talent. Owes me a few favors. I just may have one to put it."<br/>
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Rita glanced over at Matt and Mark. "What you guys say? Could be a good idea."<br/>
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They all walked to the bar, a small little place not far from the practice studio. Rita grabbed Nathan's hand tugging him towards the bar ordering their usual shot of whiskey and pints. Mya followed behind the others still getting use to the crowd and sat down on one of the stools. The bartender walked up to her with a grin. "See anything you like?"<br/>
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"Whiskey sour with Crown Apple, double please," she spoke.</span>