Joining the group of guys they all said their 'hello's and 'wow you look great's to her, she just couldn't keep from smiling. Way to over inflate my ego she thought, still loving the attention. David was the first to speak and none too subtley suggest they left Jon and her to it. 'Well guys i think a see a great sea food canape thataway! Oh and Jon stay right there....being that you are allergic and all' Jon just shook his head laughing, David was always the joker, and had a rather fitting tattoo to prove it. 'I could go for a canape right now' She said. 'Err Err you can't' David struggled for a reason...'You never know you may be allergic too....what with the no memory thing how could you know? And your face will puff up....and the redness...and then hospital...maybe even death!' he said extra dramatically. 'Real subtle man' Tico laughed as he put his hand on David's shoulder, and with that Tico, Richie, David and Hugh left.
She glanced awkwardly at the floor, suddenly feeling really self concious....Jon broke the silence, 'you look great Shorty', with that brilliant smile of his...shaking her head slightly, but not really wanting to tell him off, 'thanks...it was a good choice'. 'Well....' Jon began before someone appeared from the left, 'Jon. Bon. Jovi. How the hell are you?!' a broad Irish accent boomed. Jon closed his eyes before opening them again with an 'i'm sorry look' as he turned he put on the business voice, 'Bill, great to see ya..'.
'Just some suit from the record company', she span around to see Richie there with a friendly smile. 'Oh right, i guess it's really more of a business thing anyway. The party, like?', nodding Richie said 'yeah can be a bit like that really, Jon gets the worst of it though'. Gesturing to some tables Richie led them to sit down. 'Thanks Richie' she said as they sat at the table. 'What the hell for girl?' laughing as he poured them both a glass of wine. 'Well i was going to be a little bit lonely, Jon was leaving with that fella' , 'ahh i got ya darling, well it's not like me to leave a pretty girl all alone' chuckling again to himself as he sipped the wine. 'What is so funny?' she said with mock annoyance. 'Just that way you said fella, proper cockney my love' he said in an accent worse than Dick Van Dyke. Leaning her chin on her hand she said 'hey you might be onto something you know, narrows my probable home area down a fair bit'. Laughing again Richie picked up a spoon pretending to puff on a pipe, 'Well Watson one assumes that one comes from the area of london town'. They both collapsed in fits of giggles...
'Looks like you too are getting on famously' Jon said as he sat down at their table, 'Don't worry man' Richie said putting his hand on Jon's shoulder 'i'm not pissing on your patch' he said with a wink. 'Erm Richie i think you've got some mixed metaphors going on there man. Or some sort of lack of brain function situation'. Richie pouted and tapped the side of his nose with another wink. She was just sat on the opposite side of the table in absolute stitches, 'hey don't encourage him! he already thinks he is some sort of comedian'. 'He is a right laugh!' she said finally gaining composure, 'you must have a great time on tour'. Jon nodded, 'Yeah i guess, lets not talk about him though yeah?'...'Ok sorry' she said looking down at her hands. 'No i didn't mean....i'm sorry, i guess my people skills aren't the best after all these years. I mean most of the people i deal with are sort of, well they don't call me up on it'. Jon looked away brushing his hair off his face an sighed heavily. 'Look don't worry, it's just i mean i was making conversation. It's just I don't have a lot I can actually talk about'. Jon stood holding out his hand. 'Talking is over-rated anyway' he smiled.
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