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Four hours later finds Bomber and RO standing in front of the hotel where the reunion was being held. After checking her watch, Bomber turns to face RO who is fiddling with his collar. Pushing his hand away, she positions the folds just right and taps his chest. 'Don't be scared.'

RO looks over her head and scoffs in response. 'Scared? Pfft.'

'Yeah, yeah I know,' said Bomber with a roll of her eyes. 'You plan to send them your trademark look and scare them off. But could you at least attempt to be sociable?' The look she received in response put a stop to her begging.

Entering the hotel foyer, they both make their way over to the table outside the Grand Ballroom. Finding themselves at the back of a small queue waiting for name badges, Bomber turns to RO. 'Want me to be your girlfriend?'

'No!' responded RO quickly, and loudly.

'Why ever not?' asked Bomber with a frown, noting the slight trace of panic in his voice.

'You'll find out,' was the ambiguous response. Unable to probe any further, Bomber finds herself pulled forward to the table by RO. Taking in the scowl on RO's face, Bomber smiles at the lady in front of her. 'Hi.'

The lady in front of her gave her a blank look, before her face showed signs of recognition. 'Now hang on, where do I know you from?' Not expecting to find the question directed at herself, Bomber looks to RO. 'I'm Robert Dixon,' he said in a flat tone to Shelley. 'Robert Dixon?' was the questioning response.

Bomber bit her bottom lip. They were off to a great start.

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Finally stepping into the ballroom some fifteen minutes later, Bomber looks at RO with a raised finger as she utters one word at him: 'sociable.'

'Why? I like what I am,' protested RO.

'So do I,' responded Bomber. 'But this is a reunion. You're supposed to be having fun, a few too many drinks and laughing at godforsaken memories and photos you want to burn,' she continued gleefully.

'Who are you, and where did you come from?' asked RO, looking at the exuberant woman in front of him.

'Ha ha,' responded Bomber drily. Turning away from Mr Grumpy Pants, she took in the sight before her. A stage was at the other end of the room, a dance floor in front. Tables were scattered along the left and ride hand sides of the room, with a few in front of the dance floor. The party was in full swing: people standing around with drinks, the dance floor half full and cocktail waiters walking the room with hors devours.

Snagging a samosa from a tray that went by, Bomber takes a bite. 'Not too shabby,' she declares with her mouth full. Swallowing, she looks up at RO, his scowl ever present. 'So where to now?'

Knowing that a suggestion to turn around and exit the same way they had just come would not be received very well, RO scanned all before him and decided to go for the lesser of all evils. 'Want to dance?'

'Sure,' responded Bomber as she ate the rest of the samosa. 'But I should warn you now that I've got two left feet.'

'I've got two right ones, so I think we'll be okay,' said RO deadpan.

'Did you just tell a joke?' asked Bomber in disbelief as RO lead her to the dance floor and they joined the other couples dancing.

'Ssh, don't tell anyone,' declared RO as he positioned himself and her. 'I've got a reputation to maintain,' he added with a smirk.

Finally getting a hang of things, the slow song meaning that she could just sway and move on the spot a little, Bomber marvelled that RO was quite the dancer. Guess all those years at a private school paid off. Thoughts aside, she looked up at RO's face with a grin. 'So, are there any things that I need to be aware of? Long lost crushes, psycho ex's or other blasts from the past?'

RO responded with a harsh laugh as he looked around. 'I left all these people for a reason. Haven't spoken to them in years.' Bringing his attention back to the woman in his arms, he looked her in the eye. 'I don't really care what they've been up to, and I'm pretty sure that they don't give a damn about my life either.'

'Oh come on...' scoffed Bomber.

'I'm not a problem that needs fixing,' warned RO sharply. 'There will be no happily ever afters tonight.'

Looking up at RO incredulously as she listened to his predictions of doom, Bomber opened her mouth to respond, but was halted when RO's arms tightened around her and he looked beyond her shoulder.

'Uh oh.'