Jen and Richie emerged from the other room a few minutes later, hand-in-hand, both with wet hair from the shower. She collapsed next to me on the couch, still basking in her afterglow. What a hell of a night.
Jon took my keys and had someone bring the car around. We four hung around chatting comfortably about nothing until it showed up.
I had to ask the question. Just had to. “So guys, what was it? What made us stand out from all the thousands of other girls out there? Not that we’re complaining, mind you, just curious.”
Jon and Richie looked at each other, and said in unison, “Your clothes.” Jon elaborated. “There you were, one dark, one light, just like us. You were labeled for us, having a good time dancing together…”
Richie interrupted, “And looking damned hot, too, don’t forget”
“Yes,” Jon agreed, “there was that. We just saw what we liked, and here you are. Regrets?”
“Hell no,” we exclaimed together. Jen and I exchanged knowing looks. Little did these two know that we had tickets for the second show they added. That'll be our little surprise.
Another steamy kiss apiece, and then we were walking out to our car with them. After they left, we collapsed into the car, looked at each other and screeched with delight. We could not wait for the next night's show. After that outburst, I started the car, and we made our way toward home.
On the way home we made a pact, Jen and I: We’ll always go see Bon Jovi together, and always in these clothes.
Goddess’ Note: This was intended to be a Quick Pic-Fic, but got to be too long. Once I got going, I couldn’t stop, so Sterling, you get your very own Encounter! Thanks for the inspiration!
Goddess' Note Two: I've been asked, inspired, etc., for Jen and Richie's story. Look for that coming soon!
