Chapter 11: Bitter Wine

'What'll it be then?' Jon asked her as they reached the bar. 'I have absolutely no idea' she said, with a nervous laugh. 'Well i shall do the honours then' Jon said gesturing to the bar man, 'Two glasses of the white please'. The bar man walked away to fulfil the request.
'This is good stuff, i think you're going to love it. I actually have a few bottles at home', 'So you're a wine buff then?' she asked. 'Amongst other things' Jon replied looking at her sideways with a grin. What the hell was that? she thought to herself as the barman returned with two wine glasses.
Picking up her wine glass she wondered why she couldn't compose herself when she was around him. She had a constant feeling in her stomach, a mixture of exam nerves and being cranked up on a rollercoaster about to....'Urgh!' Jon's head snapped up, 'i'm so sorry but i can't drink that' she said, putting her drink down. Jon's head tipped back and he just laughed. 'I'm sorry it's just....it's like vinegar or something', she said picking up a napkin to wipe her mouth, 'I obviously just don't have a very refined palete'. Jon just smiled at her and ordered a vodka and orange juice. 'i'm sorry about wasting....' Jon cut her off 'Stop apologising already it's fine', she smiled 'ok sor....i mean thanks'. Jon laughed again 'Anyway i got to see the cute way your nose wrinkled up when you didn't like the stuff', Jon knocked back her glass of wine as she felt her stomach roll over once again. I wish he would stop saying stuff like that she thought to herself.

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Jon felt the awkward silence, and decided to try and make light of the situation. 'Well it's kinda tough having to carry a conversation yourself, just gimme a minute to think up a new subject' he smiled. He instantly regretted it, You moron! Way to make her feel worse about not knowing who the hell she is! 'Well i guess at least this way you get to practise your people skills' she replied sticking out her tongue before giggling. Relieved that she decided to make light of his comments he started to relax, or as much as he could around this girl.

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'How's it going my ol' china plates' a familiar voice came from behind interupting the rivetting conversation they were having on the canapes. 'I think you've finally lost it Rich' Jon said rolling his eyes. 'Ahh come on this one knows what i'm saying don't ya?' he said putting his arm around her. It was all she could do to not spit her drink out as she laughed. 'I think i've got an inkling' she said as she rose from her seat.
Jon envied the way Richie was at ease, laughing and joking while when he was alone with her he could hardly find anything to talk to her about, it wasn't usually this difficult.
'Would you two excuse me for a minute?' Richie and Jon both got up from their seats which she thought was rather polite for two rock stars, 'Sure Girl, just be sure not to stay away too long Jon gets lonely you know' Richie said with a smile. Which Jon then proceeded to wipe off his face by punching his arm.

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She stood infront of the bathroom mirror leaning on the sink. Ok girl just pull yourself together. He is not interested in you, he is apparently a very famous, very very rich, very very very hot man. He is not giving you signals it is all in your head. She ran the tap cupping her hands to collect the water, before realising that if she did splash her face her make up would run, and he wouldn't look twice at her if she looked like Alice Cooper. She let the water go....But then at least Alice Cooper is in his league.