She followed him and sat down, crossing her legs.

"Yeah sure. So, about our convo on Twitter the other night.."

"Anything, doesn't matter. And you never called. Jason told me how you are."

She laughed.

"Mind if I go in your room?"

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"Going in your room doesn't really mean anything though."

She winked at him. She then got up and started walking towards his room

She sat down on his bed.

"Nothing really, just wanted to get a little settled, that's all."

She winked at him again.

"Maybe I just wanted to cuddle".

She took off her heels.

She took off her leather pants and laid down on his bed.

"Are you joining me or not?"

"Just come lay down with me. Maybe you could help me take this shirt off."

She winks.

OOC: I didn't even know we had a thread #5 :P

Zac Hale had spent the last two weeks on a mini tour around California with his band Escape Artists Never Die, enjoying life on the road for the first time, despite the fact they were never more than a few hours from home. Having never done it before, Zac had embraced the rock and roll lifestyle with all the fervor he could muster, drinking, smoking a lot of weed and generally getting out and meeting new people. Now, if truth be told, he was looking forwards to getting home at last to bed, the chance to get back to normal. The next few weeks would see him try to pen the lyrics and music for his band's first full length album, due out this winter, but for now, he wanted to just kick back, relax and forget about work for a day or two. First things first though, he knew he had to get himself a coffee to wake up a little.

Having stayed at his brother Ethan's in San Diego the night before, Zac was making his way home to LA with his guitar in one hand and a bag of cables on his back. He was dressed the same as always for himself - a snap-back cap perched precariously on his perfectly teased hair, a Sleeping With Sirens vest and a pair of tight black jeans. As he sleepily made his way towards the nearest coffee stand by the beach, he passed someone sat on a wall. If he had been more awake, he probably would have been too focused and walked on by, but his tiredness meant he was dreamily staring at people. It was the glimpse of red hair that did it. He looked again, trying not to make it look obvious and then his heart skipped a beat. Riot had been one of his favourites for years, and he couldn't believe it was her. Toying with the idea of going over to say hello, Zac sat down on a bench opposite, trying to look cool as he half-stared at her.

OOC: You might be right, especially since we don't have a thread 4. Maybe there's some sort of paradox we're not supposed to reference.

Zac looked down at his phone when he sat on the bench, half tempted to call his roommate and bandmate Gio to tell him who had just seen by the beach. Resisting the temptation, he looks up just in time to see Amy smile and wave at him. Taken totally off guard and shocked by this, he almost jumps into the sea in excitement. Failing to stay cool, he gives her an awkward smile in return and then waves back at her. Immediately looking down out of embarrassment, he then curses himself before daring to look again, at which point he smiles when he sees the happy expression across her face. He stands up and grabs his guitar, finding some sort of bravery to approach her that he never knew he had.

"Hi." he scratches his head and repositions his hat on his head. "Sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to tell you that your band is awesome," he adds, stumbling a little over his words.

Zac laughs at her little quip and then puts his guitar down, not realising how it looked rather presumptive that he was getting to stick around. He pauses for a moment, almost unable to believe that she was so cool and down to earth. He didn't really know what to expect of someone who had become such a star in the last few years, but he was pleasantly surprised she was so nice.

"The guitar? Oh no, I just carry my gun in that case," he says before freaking out a little at his own joke when he realises how bad it sounds. "No....god...no that was a joke. There's no gun in there," he says. "That's all guitar. Sorry, I'm just nervous. Yeah I'm in a band too." He smiles.