"Is this you trying to keep me from coming 'round the pub?" Kirley asked as he stood, keeping that hand for his own and leaning in to take a kiss from Jon's lips-- just briefly. "Am I pulling in the wrong sort of crowd?" Another soft, chaste kiss. "I think Myron's interested in putting together a new band. I'm not sure I'm ready to go back to that, but he says it'll just be local. No more touring, no more groupies, no hoards of fans.. just the four of us."
It sounded nice. As long as there weren't fans and fame that went along with it.
But it wasn't likely that would happen. Of course there would be fans and fame.