Pippa smiled slowly as she leaned forward and rested her chin in her hand. Her eyes scanned the room to this bloke, that girl, the others around the club. Dancers and drinkers and people chatting one another up.

"There's so many," she said. "But there's one. He's lovely. He's got red hair, straight but wavy and he's got it spiked up on top. Not long, but long enough. He's got a bit of a beard and I'm going to guess his eyes are blue. It's too dark to tell. He's wearing a red flannel shirt and a black tshirt and his jeans fit his bum just right. He looks uptight. I think I might like to take him home and break the world open for him," she said. And before Fin could even react she continued on. "Or there's a girl over there. Black hair in a straight angled bob. Dramatic make up and dark lips. She's in a silver dress and strappy black heels. Her breasts are small and high. She's probably just twenty or so. She has a tattoo on her back of a snake. I can see it on her shoulder and neck, then the tail of it down her thigh, her dress is so short. Maybe I'll take her home. Maybe I'll take them both home."