Snippet #1882393

Ashton ran his thumb over the leather case of his guitar, wishing it didn't feel like he was standing in an oven. Imogen actually liked feeling like her skin was going to sear off? He sniffed at his cologne, grateful he'd applied some before getting here, since everything else smelled like...livestock and dirt. He smiled a little though at his fiancee, "I'm not obsessed with it. I just like it. A lot. And dirt?" He wrinkled his nose slightly at the thought of...dirt being all over his car he spent a fortune on. "Maybe it's best I left it at home then." He said, looking around for other cars to compare it to. Love it here...sure. He thought, a bit sarcastically. Maybe...maybe he'd learn to like it a little more. Either way, he was going to try to refrain from looking disgusted with the situation - he was here to try to make Imogen happy.

He listened quietly as Immy spoke to the blond girl known as Eli, from what he'd gathered.

The blond grinned at her old friend, "I know! You have too. What's the big city life like?" She asked, tucking a strand of wavy hair behind her ears before turning her blue gaze to Ashton, "It's nice to finally meet the famous Ashton." She seemed approving, from what Ashton thought, though he could never be to sure. He'd grown to know that women were master's of disguising their emotions sometimes.

"And yep, I work here with Jesse." Eli said, her smile faltering only slightly, though Ash caught it. He wondered if she didn't like Jesse very much or something. He was tempted to try to analyze the situation, as he so often did, but he refrained from doing so, since he didn't really know these people.

Ash felt a little uncomfortable as Jesse and Christine joined the scene, he wasn't all too sure who this Jesse was - or why he was walking around half-naked, but he seemed to have made Imogen lose her ability to speak properly. He couldn't really tell if he was jealous about all this or not, but he was coming to think he wouldn't like him very much. At all.

He shifted his gaze the other girl. She must be Jesse's younger sister, he thought to himself, running his fingers through his dark hair and playing with his tongue piercing. Christine seemed to be making Immy uncomfortable, and he could see why, noting her mildly disapproving gaze. Christine was stunning, he noted, but it didn't really impact him. He gave Imogen's hand a gentle squeeze, "Nice to meet you all." He said, though he wasn't sure if this was going to turn into a disaster or not.