Pete was THE SHIT. Everyone knew his name. Everyone wanted him. Especially with the sexual tabloid titles and his hot, sexy, femme for the time but oh manly persona. He was, and had, a monster. And everyone wanted it.

And you were at his afterparty, for the VMA's. You got in some shows, so you were invited. He was in a hot tub because of course he was, girls beside him in bikinis trying to get lucky. Jesus Christ this man drowned in pussy.

He saw you, wayward sitting on a bench some couple was making out on beside you, sipping some fruity drink. Why not invite you? He thought. He started to wave, and point, and shout.

"Hey, you! You! Over here!"