"I'll ride pillion." Ptricia said, and hopped up onto the back of the bike just as Chris set off.<br/><br/>At the club she faded into the background when Chris was mobbed, ready to help out if it looked like he was in actual danger of being hurt. W"hen it became clear that the only risk he was at was that of writer's cramp or sexual exhaustion, she made her way to the bar and ordered a pitcher of Catnip Mouse. She had one or two interested fans asking for autographs, but it wasn't anything like as intense as the mob around Chris. Which was fine, the ead singer was supposed to take most of the attention.<br/><br/>She started looking around for Motorhead, she wanted to discuss drum technique with Mikkey Dee. After all, how often would she have an opportunity like this. She hadn't gone sphinx yet as she needed hands for the pitcher.