"Gentlemen." Jonathan found his table and sat down. In it there were already a couple of men, neither of whom he recognized. As an usher passed by Jonny called for him, "Hey, man, could I get a Gibson or something?". He was already slightly buzzed, but if he wanted to survive the night, a little something extra would be needed. The usher walked away, murmuring something about where were the famous people. Jonathan leaned his head on the chair, looking at the bright fluorescent lamps on the ceiling. "If a DP used that on a scene I would fire him on the spot, huh guys?", Jonny tried joking with his tablemates, but they were about something else and didn't seem to hear him.
As he was looking at the ceiling, another man sat down. He called each of the men on the table by their names and Jonathan felt a familiarity in his voice. It was Casey Tin, the worst talk show host on air. "Tin, right? How's that podcast of yours going?" Jonathan grinned, "I mean, I'm more of a Maron man, but it's still good that you're here."
