Josie sat down beside him as she handed him the coke in her hand. He hadn't specifically told her he wanted alcohol, so she settled for soda. She lifted her own Cosmo to her lips, eyes drifting towards him as he asked his question. She mulled the thought over in her mind for a moment, thinking only a few seconds of the question. "Honestly, it sounds as if you're saying that although you may appear lovely, put together... you're not. You could be a very well known, well liked person, but not have a good past, or home life." She shrugged, growing bashful. "Sorry if I'm not hitting the nail on the head, I'm just not quite sure." Josie smiled weakly up at him, nibbling on the straw of her Cosmo. Bodies were pulsing to the music around them, and since they had sat down, she couldn't see the band. She could hear them, though, and that's all that mattered. With a smile, she turned her attention back towards Aaron, growing intrigued as he spoke. 

His lips moved like fine wine, as if he knew exactly what he wanted to say before he said it. He occasionally used his hands to talk, and she noted the calluses covering his finger tips, probably from picking at guitar strings. She was well aware of the women eyeing him around the bar, a bit of jealousy trickling within her. Although she had physically stolen him away to this place, she was certain these girls would have no problem doing the same. A tall, wide body moved through the crowd, towards their table, as a young man, maybe twenty-three tried to smooth talk a slightly amused Josie, her eyebrow cocked. "Would you like to dance, pretty lady?" His eyes were glazed over, as if he had drank quite a lot that night.

"Would you like to apologize to my friend for interrupting him as you so rudely did?" His glazed eyes looked to Aaron and he 'tch'ed between his teeth before making his way away from the two of them, leaving Josie to giggle softly. "I'm sorry," she turned to Aaron, "please continue." Her smile lit up her face.