Sammy laughs, "so I'm cute now too am I? Stupid question - of course I am" he laughs, he's just enjoying himself properly for the first time in a long time.

He looks Jen in the eye and shrugs, "yeah life's not treating me too badly. I mean we've had our bad patch as a family and hopefully were through it now!" He sighs and thinks about his late sister for a second and takes another sip of his drink. "And yeah, new single, working on a new album - it's all systems go!"
He looks at her again, "how about you? Everything going okay?"

Sammy nods at Jen, " that's really great! Congrats! I hope this tour goes well for you and good luck with the single!"

He smile at Honor, "well thank you" and he laughs.

He nods, "Yeah, don't actually have that many friends... it's surprising really.."

Sammy laughs too, "I see where you're coming from there!" He smiles, "I should be getting off now anyway, give me a call some time, i'd like to see you both again." He writes down his number on a page in his notebook and rips it out and hands it to the girls.

Adele walks into the bar, her fake ID and a tube of lipstick tucked away securely in her back pocket of her skinny, ripped up jeans. She sits down on one of the bar stools, spinning around in it before coming back around the the bar and laying the ID on it. "Everclear on the rocks, baby," she says with a smile, her French accent catching some attention from people around her. She had met plenty of French people around here, of course, but her voice never failed to attract attention. Nothing is sexier than a French woman with a nice body, which was exactly what Adele had. The bartender comes back with her drink, setting it in front of her with a grin and a wink. "Merci, baby," she says with a wink back as she throws him some money and then turns around to face the crowd around her, drink setting in her lap as she scans the room for a familiar, or handsome, face.

Adele sighs, noticing nobody hot around, and whirls back around, grabbing her ID, and about to head out with her drink when she sees Honor. "Uh, hey!" She says, surprised. "You're, uh... Wynter, right? Ona Wynter or something like that?" She asks with a smile.

"Ah! Sorry!" Adele says back with a giggle, taking a sip of her drink. "I'm Adele. Adele Gillet..." She smiles. "I definitely know you. Do you know me?"

Adele lets out a sharp, loud laugh. "My duo's debut album was #2 in the charts, sweetheart. I'm hardly up and coming. I'm fucking there," she says back coldly.

"Yeah, same to you, baby, so maybe don't judge? Maybe go back to writing your piss poor blog?" Adele says back and a cold, sarcastic smile and a large sip of her drink.

"I don't need to justify my career to you. My album sales and fans do that for me." As if on cue, a young woman and her two friends walk over to Adele and ask for a photograph and a picture with her. Adele grins at Honor and then turns to her fans for a moment, giving them what they want. When they walk away, Adele sits back down and leans on her elbow on the bar.

"Hm. How often does that happen to you? Never? How odd."