"how does the little crocodile..." erich starts,but he forgets the rest.. he shrugs and joins ada at the table. he fiddles with the hookah tube,satisfied with its sturdiness he nods to ada. "yes,blueberry is good. it is my favorite flavor for pie. i have always wanted to smoke a blueberry pie." he laughs.

"i love you,miss ada." he says when pecked.erich looks slightly apprehensive about the whole thing. funky contraptions that are used to smoke weed doesnt sit right with him. he takes a monster hit and coughs like crazy." holy hell! is it supposed to do that?" he whispers since his coughing has already got everyone looking at them.

erich straightens himself back up and tries to regain some dignity. he takes a Caterpillar like puff,enjoying the blueberry taste. "all i can think of is willy wonka..this.this is good." he says,blowing a smoke ring.

erich rolls with laughter. " i know who i was when i got up this morning, but i think i must have been changed several times since then.' he says back,blowing another smoke ring. "you kinda have to let out small puffs of air from deep in your chest,while making an "o" with your lips. it should feel like a small burp." erich says,blowing another ring.

"look,a tiny one!" he points to a very faint smoke ring floating lazily across their table." even your burps are cute." he whispers. "so,does this sheesha do anything to you,or is it just a sort of smoking thing?" he asks,taking another puff.

"oh" erich says simply. he is one who does drink wine just to get drunk...and by wine,he means night train. "it is very relaxing.even if i can feel my lungs turning black. we'll both be singing like tom waits tonight." he hums a bit of "chocolate jesus"

Erich takes Ada's hand with a smirk." I hear the pitter patter of Johnny feet!" He takes another lordly puff and exhales. " we are buying one of these. It is so relaxing." Never one to turn down a drink,he takes a hearty guzzle of Johnny's wares. " that will put lead in your pencil!" He exclaims,passing to Ada.

"We're having a fight. I think. First I forgot to pick her up when we were leaving a while back. She wasn't happy about riding on my new bike with me not completely in my right mind. But hopefully that'll change by tonight. Went out and bought her some fine Dutch chocolate and some flowers to make up." He grinned. Then he rubbed his eyes a bit. Being in Amsterdam had been a veritable playground for him with all the weed and such every where. But he nodded and shifted his weight on his leg. "The new motorcycle is gorgeous though. I haven't been off it since I bought it in Scotland. I think that's another reason why she's miffed. I'm doting on it a bit too much. You'd dig the whitewall tires Erich. So I'm going to spend tonight making up and apologizing. Also, need to practice. Got a few special things planned that will take work. Hen wants to do a tune with us that was done by his old band back when he was young and spry as he says. We're still waging pac man war against each other but that's a different story altogether. See you guys later on tonight I'm sure! You can keep the booze." He kissed Ada's hand in a gentlemanly fashion and gave Erich a slap on the back before moving out of the place. The rest of his crew followed suit eventually.

After that exchange and a day of making up to Roxy for screwing up. Johnny was now straight enough to kick ass at the Columbia Club. Spending his waking hours there behind closed doors slaying and trading licks with Joe. He was enjoying this time with them more than ever seeing as it was going to be their last time together officially as a band. Quietly they sat on stools beside and each other picking a little bit. Playing "Simple Man" a little bit before settling a bit in the quiet. He started playing a little more something on a lower register and surprisingly let Hen sing. His voice had a fitting tone to the song. You could hear the clinking of bottles and what not as they practiced. "Didn't know you still had those pipes on you. Those cigar stained and whiskey soaked vocal chords still got something left." Hen shrugged and puff on his stogey. Nonchalant and aloof as ever.

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