I walk into the bar where Austin and Gregg are playing an acoustic set and they’re singing “happy birthday” to somebody. She asks me about their music and then;
“Are you dating one of them?”
“Yeah, the little one”
“Well, I don’t like boys, but you definitely got the cute one”
Also, nothing like dealing with drunk assholes for eight hours then coming to a bar for more of them. Oh good, my boyfriend is playing the song he wrote about me now…cue me hiding.