The show had finished and it was still early in the night - for some reason Home For The Def always played first, even though he was easily better than some of the other bands that he was playing before. Cuter as well. This night was no exception, as he wowed the audience at the Jade Monkey with a high energy show, culminating in him tearing up his puffer jacket onstage as he shouted indecipherable chants over the ending of Nowhere To Hide, leaving him only in his jeans and a tight bonds t-shirt (for some reason he wasn't wearing shoes - maybe I missed something at the beginning of the show as I turned up a little late because of my stupid car playing up again!)

I'd actually forgotten about that fact before I went out and started walking towards my car, looking up and down the street while walking, looking for my friend Jane who had promised me she would meet me tonight. She had said she'd be there real early and I hadn't seen her at all in there. Without anyone else to hang out I figured that I might as well head home early and see what was on TV.

My car had other ideas though, and it refused to start. I got out to lift the bonnet and look at the engine as if I would have some sort of clue as to what was wrong when a familiar face asked me if I needed any help. It was Nigel from Home For The Def and while struggling with getting the car started, I hadn't noticed that he was loading his gear into his car which was parked next to mine.

I smiled shyly, and a little embarrassed at the car clearly being on it's last legs (why do people get embarrassed for the mechanical failings of their possessions???) and said "Well if you know how to get my car to start that'd be handy," before quickly adding in "that was a great show by the way. You was really good tonight. How did you afford to just destroy that puffer jacket?"

"It's an old friends jacket and I haven't seen him for years. He left it at my place once and he was a bit of a jackass anyways, I figured I might as well get some use out of it and sacrifice it to the gods of rock'n'roll!" He laughed as he walked around the car looking at it. I was thinking he knew what he was doing because he had this intent look in his eye, but he looked over at me and said "Y'know I don't have a clue about cars. Do you have RAA membership?"

I told him that I didn't and he said that he didn't either. "Maybe I can give you a ride then?" he said, and I'm sure there was at least a hint of flirting in his eyes as he said it. I said "Sure," and tilted my head to the side a little, seductively meeting his gaze.

He kept smiling and got in his car and opened the door from inside for me to get in. I sat down and looked around his car, noticing the couple of religious icons on his dashboard. If it was anyone else I would assume that they were religious, but after hearing some of the dirty words that fall from this guy's lips I could only assume that he just liked the pictures or something.

He went to start the car and then turned to me and said "Y'know it's still pretty early, do you wanna do something else before going home? We could go to the drive-in or something if you want?" I told him that I thought that sounded ok and asked if he knew what was on. He didn't and so we drove to the petrol station to get a newspaper and check.

During the drive Nigel was kind of quiet, but it wasn't an uncomfortable quiet. It seemed like because he was so comfortable with not saying anything that it was a natural pause. When we got the paper, we saw that View From The Top was showing at the Gepps Cross drive-in and we decided to go see that. Nigel told me that he had a weird crush on Gwyneth Paltrow that not even he understood. I laughed and said that I couldn't understand that one either.

We got there with about 20 minutes to spare before the film, so we parked the car and went to the refreshments place and bought a couple of drinks and some assorted lollies. Nigel's hand brushed past mine while we were selecting lollies and I was sure it was deliberate.

When we got back to the car, we shifted our seats back to a comfortable viewing position and had a sip of our drinks, waiting. I went to open my packet of raspberry milk bottles and when I couldn't get it to open and tried forcing it, it tore open and showered lollies everywhere. I went to catch them as they flew through the air and my hand ended up brushing against Nigel's lap. We both laughed awkwardly and then in the vacant pause, Nigel looked at me and said "I think that we should probably kiss or something first," in a kind of joking manner, but he obviously read the look in my eyes and realised that I was giving him the greenlight. He leaned over and put his hand behind my head and our lips met. The first kiss was slight and delicate, and I put my hand back on his thigh. We kissed again, this time more passionate and he ran his hand over my chest, making me moan and pull back from the kiss. Before I could even get a breath in, he had pulled me back to his mouth and I felt his hand sliding over my thigh and fondling my growing erection. I ran my fingers through his hair as we devoured each others mouths, tongues darting.

I've really gotta stop there, I'm not that much of one to kiss and tell (a little late now, but them's the brakes!), sorry. It was a nice night though.