Disclaimer: I don't own. This is a 2 part chapter, the second part is orignaly called 'i Gotta feeling By Black Eyed Peas'
Ain't No Rest For The Wicked By Caged Elephant
Ashley gave her name to the hostess and the woman brought us back to a lone booth nearest to the back of the restaurant. We sat across from each other and the woman handed us menus. We looked them over for a moment until out waiter came over and greeted us with a very cheery grin.
"Hello Ladies, My names Calvin and I'll be your server this evening. Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked and before I got a chance Ashley answered for us.
"A bottle of you best wine, preferably aged." She said, giving him a smile that made you want to do anything for her.
"Of course Miss. Davies." He said with a bright smile before turning and heading back toward the kitchen.
"So they know you here?" I asked, placing my menu down, I had a feeling I wouldn't be needing it.
"Yeah, I come here once a week at least, but this guys new, they usually already have the wine waiting." She said, a slight edge in her voice made me think she was irritated by our waiter already.
"It's alright, I'd be fine with out the wine." I gave her a sweet grin and she returned it. "Okay so I really want to know something," She raised her eyebrows as if to seem interested. "Your song 'Dare To Love Me' what was that song really about, to me it seems like it has a deeper meaning, it's my favorite." I said, my inner fan exploding a bit as I asked the question, I watched as her head suddenly filled with ego.
"Yeah it does, I mean the front of course is saying 'I want you love me' but underneath that its sort of saying that I've loved you for ever and I can't go on with you. It's really a dark song." She said and I smiled like it was a good thought, when really I was thinking, wow that's deep .
"Wow, your such an amazing song writer." I said in faux awe and she soaked it all up. Calvin returned with a bucket of ice with a bottle of wine placed in it. He put down two glasses on the table and popped the cork filling up the glasses halfway.
"Thanks." I said softly, taking a sip. He pulled out his note pad and clicked his pen.
"So what can I get you to eat tonight?" This time I only looked to my ego hyped date, figuring I wasn't going to order for myself.
"We'll both have the penne pasta with porcini, no onions." She said and he nodded, writing down the food order before collecting our menus and left.
"Why no onions?" I asked.
"I'm allergic, makes my throat close up." She said, taking a long drink from her wine, making a mental note.
"That's horrible." She shrugged and finished her drink off.
"I guess, I can usually get around it, there pretty gross anyway." She smiled and I noticed the crinkle in her nose, she really was gorgeous when she smiled. We talked casually for a little while, she asked about my life, jobs and what not, I told her I wrote horoscopes for a magazine. She seemed to let her guard down for a while. Not soon after Ashley had filled her glass for the third time, the food came out and was placed before us. Our waiter left us again and I picked up my fork, I didn't know what is was, but it did look good.
"Ugh!" An annoyed grunt came from across the table. "Will you accuse me for a sec?" She said and left me in the booth. I sighed and took a bite of my food as a loud yell came to my ears. "Onions!?" I jumped and turned, looking toward the kitchen, I could see a pair of hands going up in the air. "I said, specifically, no onions. Are you trying to kill me?" The loud voice was oddly soothing despite the volume.
"No of course not!" A man with a thick accent defended. "Do you know who I am? I'm Ashley fucking Davies! If I ate one those onions I would have been killed or hospitalized, and you would have one hell of a law suite on your hands." There was some mumbling from the man again and I rolled my eyes. Diva. A few minutes later Ashley returned, a smile on her face, this one didn't have the cute nose crinkles. "I think it's time to head to our second event." She told me, and I smiled, nodding a bit. I stood and she placed her hand on the small of my back, guiding me back out the door. So she's a very angry person, nothing I didn't already know.
I sat in the passenger side of Miss. Davies car, casually listening to her talk on and on about herself whilst driving to a location unknown to me. It's weird, knowing that there is a gorgeous and very famous woman sitting next to you, but although her outside is amazing her inside is horrid, and hard to look at.
"And then the lead singer of Hey Monday, Cassadee, tried to get in my pants, I was way to drunk to say no…Okay we're here." I looked over at her, glad that she'd stopped talking about her various hook up with celebrity's, male female gay and straight. It's weird when you already published stories about someone, and to hear them tell you about it all over again. She smiled at me, her nose crinkling cutely, she seemed honest. Kind and human when she smiled like that, like she wasn't a total diva. I stepped out of the car and finally got a chance to look at where we were. My lips parted slightly and I smiled, the cool scent of salt hit my nostrils and the breeze that came of the ocean gave me goose bumps and I shivered slightly, loving the chill of the air.
"I hope you like sand." Ashley said, shutting her car door and walking around front. I followed in suit, walking around to the front. My rocker date took my hand and we walked down the incline to the sand. We both stopped and slipped out of our heels, the sand mushing between my toes was wonderful. Slowly began to walk along the waterlogged sand, we were quiet for a while, listening to the waves crash just feet away. I decided I needed to break the silence, reminding myself I was on a mission but before I could do so Ashley spoke up.
"You know, I don't normally take my dates here." I looked over at her, her thumb beginning to rub a soft circle on my hand.
"What makes me so special?" I inquired.
"I dunno." She whispered, her words forming into one. " I saw you at my concert yesterday, and you seemed to be different." Her eyes were on her feet. "You looked like you didn't want to just shag me, like I said, I dunno." I grinned to myself, the voice in the back of my mind said,
'Yeah, you don't want to shag her, you want to exploit her.' I shook off the thought and looked at her, her head lifting to meet my eyes.
"Well, you seem like the kind of person that needs someone, for more than just a lay." I told her, her dark brown eyes looked deep into my intense blue ones and those amazing eyes seemed to smile on their own. She didn't reply, she just turned away and looked out at the ocean. "Besides, anyone that uses the word shag is in need of some real word help." I teased her, hitting my shoulder into hers playfully. She laughed in response, a deep raspy chuckle.
"Your different then most fans Carlin." She said, and I came to a realization. There was a pattern in her attitude. She's sweet and loving until something builds up her ego. On stage it was the roar of fans, in the restaurant it was the innocent 'your amazing' act I was pulling. Now my problem was to keep her grounded if I wanted the answers I was looking for.