"Oh great, you again," said Janet. "Anyways, it was my friend, not me! I was merely helping her! Wait a minute, I don't need to explain myself to you. Watch where you're going next time. Now if you'll excuse me, I -"
"Whoa, wait a minute! I didn't mean to make you mad or anything. I was just kidding. I'm sorry," said the stranger. "Well, since we seem to always bump into each other, we might as well introduce ourselves to one another. I'm JC," he said as he held out his hand for her to shake.
"Yeah, yeah, I already know who you are," said Janet. "Well, I'm Janet," she continued as she shook his hand reluctantly.
"Hello Janet, nice to meet you," said JC.
"Yeah, you too," replied Janet offhandedly. She was surprised at how polite he had become all of a sudden. A little too polite, she thought. "Why are you being so nice and polite all of a sudden?"
"Well, I just wanna make up for how I acted earlier back at the concert. We had a hard time getting to the Theater and we weren't in a really good mood," said JC with a hint of sheepishness in his voice.
"Oh, been there, done that," she said with a hint of laughter in her voice.
"So, are we forgiven then?" asked JC hopefully.
"Yeah, why not," said Janet.
"OK, cool," said JC as a smile spread over his face.
"If you say so," replied Janet.
"Well, just to make sure I've made it up to you, can I buy you a drink? My treat," said JC.
"Well, actually, I was looking for Michelle, but ... ah, who cares. She's probably already partying her ass off right now with me. OK, let's find a table somewhere," said Janet.
"Sure, let's go," said JC.
***On the dance floor somewhere***
"Ouch! Watch it!" yelled Michelle to the person who knocked her over on the dance floor.
"Hey! You're the one who knocked into me!" the stranger yelled back.
"Ha! As IF!" Michelle yelled back angrily.
"Look woman, I -" he cut off when he saw who he was yelling at. "Hey! You're that bathroom girl from the concert!"