Warlord Metal by D Jordan Redhawk

getting to Salem for tomorrow's performance.
    Jordan rolled her emerald eyes. With surprising strength, she reached up, hooked her hand in Atkins' collar and pulled the man down to her level. A quick whisper in his ear and then she let him go, staring into his eyes intently.
    He blinked at her for a second. And then a grin broke out on his face. "Okay. Okay, yeah," he straightened and looked at the bassist. "No problem. I'll be a good boy tonight."
    A startled look crossed Hampton's face before he shot a suspicious look at the drummer, who shrugged. "Okay. Let's get the gear and pack it up then."
    It was a few minutes of work, the sounds of another band playing on the stage nearby, before Sonny could corner the redhead. "What'd you tell Lando?" she asked, glancing quickly around to make sure they were out of earshot.
    Jordan shrugged. With a slight grin, she said, "I just reminded him of all those bodacious California girls that would miss his... expertise."
    The dark teenager chortled as she helped pack up her brother's drum kit.
    Jordan tossed her keys on the desktop and settled her guitar case in the corner. The teenager followed her into the room, shutting and locking the door behind her before throwing herself onto one of the double beds.
    "I'm so tired," Sonny grumbled. "But if we're gonna be in the van together for three or four hours, I'd better get a shower tonight."
    "I know that's right," the guitarist teased, a look if distaste on her face. She switched on the beat up television and, as she flipped through the channels, a pillow sailed through the air.
    Sonny watched as it connected solidly with Jordan's shoulder and side. The woman froze for a second and then scooped it up, turning to the teenager on the bed with a feral smile. Oops.
    "Little girl wants to play," Jordan purred. She stalked the dark girl, detouring long enough to retrieve a second pillow from her own bed.
    Sonny sat up straighter and grabbed her second pillow, holding it in a threatening manner over her head. She giggled in nervous anticipation, wondering if she should make a break for the bathroom or not.
    As if reading her mind, the redhead changed course to get between the girl and the exits. Sonny scrambled off the bed and backed away, holding her pillow out in front of her.
    "N... now, Jordan," she warned, trying to be serious and failing miserably. "I'm sorry. That was uncalled for and a mistake. I didn't me-" and the back of her leg hit the second bed. She stumbled, reaching a hand down to regain her balance.
    And that was all the redhead needed. With no sound, she leapt forward and began pummeling the taller girl with the pillows she welded. There was a loud squawking as Sonny took the abuse for a few seconds. It wasn't long, however, before she used her longer reach to her advantage and began scoring as many hits on the woman as she was getting.
    Jordan lost one pillow in the fight. It ultimately came down to the two of them standing over the bed and pounding on each other, swinging their pillows like baseball bats. Realizing that this could go on all night or until a pillow exploded, the redhead made the choice to escalate matters.
    The teenager brought her pillow around, a huge grin on her face. She saw her roommate lift her arms and toss her own weapon behind her. Unable to stop her swing, the pillow she held connected with the woman's ribs. And then Jordan dropped her arms, effectively pinning the pillow against her body.
    There was a scuffle, a bit of a tug of war. When Sonny felt the pillow give way a little, she hastily released it, not wanting feathers all over the place. Not to mention explaining to her brother what had happened. The redhead took a step back to keep her balance, took the pillow from under her arm and tossed it behind her, as well. And then Jordan launched herself across the bed.
    Suddenly, the dark girl found herself on her back on her own bed, the older woman straddling her hips and tickling her mercilessly. She