Scott grinned at the the fellow who Alison had spoken to. "This is our first time here. Um, I was invited by Ben King, and I'm supposed to sing a set with him. Do you know where I go to check in? Mr. King hasn't met me yet."
A couple of those nearby laughed and one slapped Scott on the shoulder as he was securing his helmet to the bike. "You hear that? MISTER King! Hey, brother, here we's all friens'. So, he's Ben-EEE! What's your name?"
"Scott Winters. I've just been corresponding with Ben...Ben-EEE. So he won't recognize me until I introduce myself. Alison is just coming for the music. And I may have some friends coming."
The guy wrapped an arm around Scott's shoulders. Scott put his hand up on his glasses, worried they could be knocked away. "Okay, I tell 'em when I wave in, an' Ben'll come t' see you. Grab a table an' a few chairs an' let 'em know you got guests. Buy a round if anybody wans' th' chairs. Le's go, Scott, and guitar girl."
A few of them chivvied them along, laughing, while somebody asked Alisons' name, having missed it when Scott said it. The guy with his arm around Scott introduced himself as Lennie, and gave some other names, that Scott quickly forgot. Soon they were in the building and one of the crowd showed them to a table in the middle of the big dining room. Then they all split up, and Scott watched the bongo guy, Lennie, go to a man with a trombone and point at Scott, who waved back.
As he settled in to a chair, he sighed. "Looks like we're in. And we have menus."