Mal and his bandmates finished the set and came off stage to the over-enthusiastic cheers of a small group of people at the foot of the stage. Mal came over to Alain, Rona and Sacha.

"Hey, My Sharona!" he laughed, clutching a beer and holding his arms wide to hug Rona.

"You arsehole!" said Rona, snarling and thumping him on the shoulder.

"Ow! Careful, you almost made me spill my beer!" laughed Mal.

"Oh, fuck off."

"Uh-oh" grinned Alain, "must be that time -"

"Don't you dare fucking say it!" warned Rona, pointing a finger angrily at him.

"Whoa, calm down there, mate."

"Fuck you!" snapped Rona. "This isn't my usual joking-around insulting of you. You know how much I hate that song! You know how much it shits me when you two call me that! Doesn't stop you though, does it?"

Alain opened his mouth as if to speak, but could only shrug his shoulders and look around helplessly.

"Come on, Rona" said Sacha, taking her gently by the arm. "Let's get a drink."

"Hey, can you get another one for me while you're there?" asked Mal as they walked away. Sacha turned around and glared at him and Alain hit him on the arm. "Ow, come on man" complained Mal, "what was that for?"

About half way across the club Rona said to Sacha: "It's okay, you can let go of my arm now."

"Gees, you sure about that?" asked Sacha kiddingly.

Rona laughed. "Yeah, I'm all right. I mean, right after I stick up for him as well! And you know Mal's usually fine when Alain's not around."

"So what you're saying is, that boy's a bad influence."

Rona giggled and buried her forehead in Sacha's shoulder.

"So . . ." said Sacha, "you're really named after that song?"

Rona sighed. "Yeah, that's what happens when your parents have crap taste in music."

Sacha shrugged. "Coulda been worse. They could have been Barry Manilow fans. 'Hey Mandy, set the table will you dear?'"

Rona laughed again, out loud. Across the room Mal and Alain were already talking about something else.