death of a bachelor starters ( accepting )
A glance from head to toe would see Jon grinning, the perks of fame was a thrill. Ego and pride had fogged his mind and put aside his caution, and hell he should be cautious. He’d been all frowns before he’d spied her behind the stage post-show, fingers had been itching for that bottle of absinthe ( he’d forgotten he’d downed the last drops before the show began ) until his attention had been cast onto BETTER things.

He was yet to remove any trace the colour applied to his cheeks, and still clad in his pristine ( a shock when one recalls precisely what it is he does on stage ) costume, but he halts and addresses her with that showman’s grin.
“ A lovely name for a LOVELY lady, I don’t doubt it. “