Hang Onto Yourself

Hang Onto Yourself Part 11

The tour's end was fast approaching and the band were collectively trying to decide where they should have the after party at. It was agreed they would have a celebratory booze up at the sophisticated St Regis back in New York. After they finished up in Buenos Aires, Argentina, then flew, much to Davids annoyance, back to New York.

On the night, the bar was buzzing, David had paid for everyone to eat and then party into the night. There was a section of the bar closed off just for David and his band and crew. The drinks were flowing, people were getting tipsy and spirits were high among everyone. The band were sat in a big semi circular booth together chatting and laughing.

Paparazzi had cottoned on that David Bowie was in the bar and were waiting for their money making shot outside patiently, but he wasn't ready to leave yet.

He was sat next to Nova enjoying watching everybody have a good time. The music was so loud that they had to shout in each other ears to hear one another. David leaned into Nova "I'M SO GLAD YOU CAME ON THE TOUR, YOU'VE WORKED HARD" he shouted, "THANK YOU! I'VE HAD AN AMAZING TIME DAVIE" she shouted back in his ear.

"I HAVE TOO" he confirmed, he had grown to love it when she called him "Davie", she was getting very close to being drunk and he'd drunk his fair share by then too.

"I REALLY HOPE YOU'RE NOT HUNG UP ABOUT THAT FUCKING ARTICLE" David bellowed in her ear, "NO I DIDN'T MIND AT ALL", she looked at him with almost a tempting look in her eyes. Twitching her eyebrow very slightly at him with a smirk. He melted a little, she was flirting with him. His feelings had grown considerably towards her, was that look of her's a signal to make a move he wondered?

As the night went on, David and Nova were becoming more and more touchy feely with one another. The alcohol was letting both their inhibitions down. At one point their knees touched one another under the table, so David rested a hand on her knee. Gently squeezing and rubbing it now and again, occasionally moving his hand ever so slightly up her thigh, but not too much that she might mind.

She didn't mind, she was well aware of the growing bond between them too, plus she was too drunk to care. She enjoyed the subtle attention he was giving her. After seeing him on stage night after night, seeing his sexual prowess, she had begun to notice her feelings toward him were increasing, probably more than they should, but she would keep it to herself. She didn't want to ruin everything. Even now.

He began to feel brave "I BET YOUR PUSSY IS SO SWEET" he shouted thinking she wouldn't hear, he couldn't believe himself for saying that, it was the alcohol, "WHAT?" she shouted back, he panicked "I BETTER GET SOMETHING TO EAT" he said thinking quickly. "OH!....OK" she nodded her head at him. "DID YOU WANT ANYTHING?" he asked her "VODKA AND COKE THANKS" she shouted back.

David returned with his and her drink plus some nibbles, even though his wasn't really hungry. With another drink almost down him, he wanted to tell her something. He felt he was feeling brave, either that or stupid.

"YOU KNOW, YOU ARE SO BEAUTIFUL NOVA, DON'T LET ANYONE TELL YOU OTHERWISE" he boldly shouted in her ear over the loud music. "DAVIE! YOU'RE SO SWEET" she shouted back, laughing his comment off, "I MEAN IT!" he replied. There was a short silence between him as they watched their friends enjoying themselves.

It was approaching 1am, and the bar would be closing shortly, "WE'RE GONNA HAVE TO LEAVE SOON, FANCY CARRYING ON THE PARTY?" he enquired gradually feeling more drunk as he sipped his expensive wine. "MR BOWIE! ARE YOU COMING ONTO ME?!" she joked back. "WHAT IF I WAS?" he questioned looking into her eyes for a response.

She pretended to ignore the comment and took another sip of her drink for a distraction. She was already feeling a tingle from her under carriage with him showing her so much attention, knowing what his intentions may be. She looked at him smiling, convincing herself he was just drunk.