Andros had actually just been talking to Ashley about weird it felt not to be routinely recognized here. He'd been at this party for at least 45 minutes, there should have been at least 3 sightings already, maybe even a hug. TJ once got proposed to be an 80 year old woman. As it was, he was alone. No one pointed, whispered or gawked, asked for an autograph. It was kind of nice, and yet, at the same time, completely unsettling.

Andros, of course, didn't recognize RJ. But he did pick up his drink, in an attempt to blend in, or maybe he was just thirsty. He gave RJ a smile returned the wave. Did a wave replace a handshake? He wasn't sure so he held out a hand. He was a natural by now. Look at him, all grown up and shaking peoples hands.

"You know, I've heard that. I'm Andros."