<strong>Ava &amp; Davis<br/><br/>Davis nodded and smiled to Ava's recounts of his news comments.  He remembered that just fine, he hadn't really been drunk yet.  And it was good stuff.  He'd meant actually to check the news to see if he made it, but had found better things to do.<br/><br/>People dying though?  Davis frowned, still absorbing it as Ava blew him off and headed back to the bus.  He could deal with the blow off.  So she wasn't the type to skip off to the hotel.  He just had to figure out what type she was.  But this shit about the fire.  Man, he hadn't realized it had got that bad, they'd scooted them out of there before the shit got real bad he guessed.  It was depressing ... then again it was rock and roll.  The Stones had only managed to get a guy knifed.  Davis had already blown the lid off that.<br/><br/>"Well, I'll be fucked," he muttered to himself as he slipped back into the crowd and away from the bus.  He'd have plenty of time to think about it, while he was out enjoying himself.  </strong>