1987

You had been friends with Poison’s frontman Bret Micheals since the both of your were teenagers. Before fame you had lost touch with him, but just recently he caught you up to the events in his life. He told you that he was throwing a party and wanted you there. One of the reasons being that he wanted to see you in person again, and the other was that he had a friend that he wanted to introduce you to. He didn’t want to tell you which friend, but he did tell you that it was one of his band mates.

As time rolled around to show up to the party, you felt both excited and nervous. Excited to see Bret for the first time in forever, and nervous to meet whatever friend he was trying to get you to meet. He said tgat the friend was single, it was obvious he was trying to put you two together. You didn’t mind since you were single anyway you just felt a little anxious about meeting new people. Especially someone who you might’ve gotten into a relationship with.

You got to the location of the party, reunited with Bret, and now it was finally time for you to meet the friend of his. It was a house party so he walked you over to the kitchen. And there he was, the band’s Bassist, Bobby Dall. He looked cuter in person, Bret introduced the two of you to one another, then decided to leave the two of you to make small talk of your own. It was a twinge of awkwardness in the air, since you really didn’t know what to say to him, and he didn’t really know what to say to you.

Bobby: So…how long have you and Bret known each other?

He asked, at this point he was willing to talk about anything, and that just so happened to be the first thing that came to mind. He tossed some of his hair back and took a swig of his beer. He could sense that he liked you, and Bret had been telling him some things about you, but he was just a little confused on how to really get a conversation started with you.