After the concert of your favorite Guns n' Roses, you stood for a long time in the fan zone, in the very ass of this huge queue, to hang out at the party with the band members. You've already managed to get upset because you didn't have time to come here early, when slightly rough, greasy fingers gently touched your shoulder, and the sound of his slightly hoarse voice filled your ears. "Hey, babe. You looked so lonely here.. Would ya like have a drink with me in the dressing room, away from this noise, hm?" Izzy asked, grinning a little while his other hand crawled around your waist. "Just you and me."