You don't have the guts to question why you're here, smiling and getting acquainted with the rest of the band. Ronnie seems to be trying to get your attention more, and you find it amusing how he virtually never leaves Keith's side.
"Where're you from?" He never stops smiling while he's talking, and you answer each of his questions with a chuckle. Keith calmly goes round and places his hand over your shoulders while Ronnie talks, almost holding you still so you won't escape. You get tons of butterflies as you feel his eyes burning into the side of you face, sneaking him a glance with your mouth agape as he fucks with the fabric of your sweater.
Eventually Ronnie (with Keith at your backside) leads you to another room with a bar. Obliging, though you're only 19, you let Ronnie order you a drink. Keith sticks to his own bottle of Jack daniel's and you laugh at the primitive way he gulps at it, receiving a glare from Keith and quickly averting your gaze back to the smiling Ronnie at your other side.
