Richie gently kissed Maisy’s forehead and smiled. He spoke soothing words to her as she sniffled slightly, burying her head in his warm, comforting, soothing chest that seemed to make her forget about the rest of the world. “Feeling a bit better now?” Richie asked her, rubbing her back as she was diverted back the world of boring reality. “I’m better, I was just a little shook up, but I’ve calmed down now” she replied, picking her head up off his chest that was so hard to leave. Richie nodded, loosening his arms from her as she heard a familiar voice coming closer with every step.
Caitlyn trudged
along in a sombre, yet angry fashion as she planned to drag Maisy’s ass out of
there, and away from whatever she was so distracted by, which was probably
whether to choose a wine or a whisky. She turned the corner, and was slightly
confused, yet warmed by what lay before her eyes. Richie Sambora was there, the
famous, and sexy lead guitarist of Bon Jovi: hers and Maisy’s favourite band.
She smiled, Jon was more suited to her tastes; she wasn’t the dark and
dangerous type, and the sexy lead singer suited more to her acquired tastes.
Richie looked
around him, and saw a cute brunette standing at the end of the aisle, looking
somewhat impatient and angry. “Hey sweetie, you got a name before I let you go?”
Rich asked her as she went to go to Caitlyn. “Maisy” she responded, before she
moved some of her wavy, blonde hair out of her face; walking rather briskly to
her best friend.
~~~~~
Maisy smiled slightly,
being dragged into an unknown pub in Los Angeles. She needed to let her hair
down; the stress of college work was still playing on her mind and it was
bringing her down. Her and Caitlyn opened the door; a band was playing Hotel
California, of all songs, and waiters were bustling around the place. After
they had ordered their drinks and meals, the pair found a quiet table and sat down. Maisy looked down, running her fine fingers through her lions mane of hair and thought about Richie. He was playing on her mind; how comforting his chest felt, how smooth and lucious his hair was, and fuck, he smelt good, musky and like sweet, sweet sin. Maisy cracked a sinful smirk, like the cat who got the canary, and that canary was firmly in her grasp.
Caitlyn’s stomach gave a rather loud growl in hunger.
Checking her watch, she noticed the waiter coming over to the table with their
meals; once given them, they began to eat and took pleasure in doing so.
