Every Breath You Take [RDJ Fanfic] - COMPLETED

One Hundred Two

I try not to let the encounter with Charlie weigh me down.  Truthfully?  I don't want to let it, because it's almost May, and I leave in about two weeks, and then I'm gone for three months.  Three months without him, and even though everything seems to be perfect as of...what, a half hour ago?  I can't completely settle.

As we rush to the venue for the after party, Devin's got me going over schedules for the next few weeks.  She's listing stuff off, looking at her phone, while I try to listen and walk ahead of Robert and Jimmy.  They've been talking with a hush, so I'm certain he's telling him what happened earlier.  I haven't broken the news to Devin yet...I'm more focused on the task at hand; my little pet project - Robert meeting some of his fans.

We head into one ball room, double doors opening as she continues her rant.

"So I need you to sign off on the team for intermission, and the local artists who are opening are ending their contests next weekend so that needs judged," she tells me.  "I have the notices for Aero into all of the venues, so if he's coming-"

"He can stay with Bobby," I decide.  "Too much running around, and he'll be in Atlanta."

"Right," she comments, typing away into her notes.

But I lift my shoulders and detach myself from that conversation long enough to look at the small group of people hanging out in the room, mingling with each other and the snacks let on the table in the back.

"Hi, guys," I grin, putting on a happy face as I interrupt and catch their attention.  "How's it going?  Did you like the movie?"

Robert wasn't entirely in on the details, but there was a small group who were given tickets to the premiere, and then told to meet at the venue for their own after party.  Not the star studded one we'll be headed to in a little while, but the one we set up for them to meet briefly.

Their attention quickly snaps to me, as the room quiets and I wait by the door, keeping Robert out in the hall with Jimmy and the security detail.  There's a couple girls who lift their hands to their mouths, which makes me laugh, because I still don't believe that I should have this effect on people.  But it's understandable, knowing I'm the prelude to Robert.

"So, unfortunately our night's still really packed but I wanted to stop in and say hello," I start, and they start to look dejected which makes me smirk.  "But," I continue, "if it's okay with you guys, I wanted to bring in someone else to say hello, too."

With that I knock on the door behind me, giving him signal to traipse in, which he does while puling his suit jacket that he's put back on closed in front of him, his chin held high with that 'I'm the best' attitude he always has for press.  

The group of ten or twenty inside squeal in excitement, and I stand back with the other two as I watch him take the stage, greeting them with a wide grin as he chews the gum he's popped into his mouth after sharing that cigarette earlier.  

"Hi," he muses, cocky as ever.  "Were you waiting for me?"

I can't help but smile as I watch him go around and talk to each person, hugging them and agreeing to photos, which is exactly what I wanted.  

About forty five minutes later, we're on our way to another section of the venue for the real after party, showing up fashionably late, I guess.  That's okay, because I'm just glad we have so much going on for a distraction right now.  I'm quick to take to the bar, needing some sort of relief, and that's when I start dishing out everything that happened to Devin.

While Robert mingles, I down a couple shots of whiskey, needing something hard.  He's left the security with me, just in case, but I don't feel threatened after that encounter.  That's a step in the right direction for sure, even if it's still haunting me a little after seeing him again.