he had planned this many months in advance, knowing full well the high demand for reservations at the newest hotspot in los angeles. luckily, due to his star power, the thin white duke was able to swindle his way onto the rather sacred list; matter of fact, he had booked up nearly HALF of the restaurant for himself and a mass of people -- and certainly, the owners wouldn’t say no considering the likelihood of an enormous bill. the pale enigma sat at one of the tables that had a good view of the front, and he could clearly see the host of the restaurant. the duke was having a rather fun time smoking and drinking with his “friends”, even sharing plenty of throaty laughs with them as well. from the corner of his eye, a bright red blur moves about. he didn’t pay mind to it; it was probably just a flowy drape he hadn’t noticed prior. in an instant, he’s proven wrong after a familiar accent rings in his ear, drawing not only his attention but his entire table as the man complained. he’d recognized the bloke from the papers and had even read some of the bad reviews about this ziggy character (he didn’t bother to read the good ones -- if he had any). before the red-haired rocker’s voice could get any more incessant, he waved a hand at the host, following a stern voice.  ❝ he and his friends can join us. it’s not a problem. ❞ he catches the glam rocker’s gaze, holding it as if it were like a challenge to the other.  ❝ pull up a chair. ❞