What had seemed like a good idea earlier in the evening was now feeling decidedly less so, especially now that he was a few drinks in.  When he had left his flat at six, all Kurby had wanted was to get away from his usual haunts.  Diagon Alley had become suffocating.  Knockturn Alley was bleak.  He'd roast in searing, infernal hellfire before he went anywhere near the unending purgatory that was the Forrester pureblood party, and the thought of suffering through another cheery night in Hogsmeade with all of its ridiculous Christmas decorations still aloft made him want to stick a finger down his throat.

In comparison, mundane London had been infinitely more appealing.  He'd put on his most Muggle-like clothes, thrown on a cloak that could probably pass for something stylish and modern, and taken to the streets, determined to put as much distance as he could between himself and anything he knew.  Kurby wouldn't have put it past some of the Muggle-lovers at the Ministry to decide to go slumming amongst the peons tonight, so he'd dropped his head down, shoved his hands deep in his pockets, and just walked until the roads and pavements had all blended together. 

The Muggles were unfortunately celebrating their own New Year that night, which made finding somewhere sullen to drink an impossibility.  The pub that he'd finally settled on had been dark and uncouth, and the churlish bartender had informed him that the place was shutting down at ten as soon as he'd sat down at the counter.  Kurby had replied with something crude and ordered his first drink.

One drink had turned into two and three, and the evening had stretched into the last bleary hours of the year.  Kurby stayed where he was, letting the crowd ebb and flow around him, not interested and not looking to talk.  There was something intensely satisfying about spending the dissolution of 2008 alone and anonymous in a Muggle pub.  The liquor was awful, the other patrons were loud and obnoxious, and his ability to find the way back to his flat without apparating was becoming exponentially less likely as the night wore on, but at least it was something different.  He couldn't complain about that.

Last call came all too soon.  It also came rather suddenly.  Kurby looked up, blinking, only to realize that the bartender was shoving a piece of paper at him and all of the other patrons were clearly anteing up. 

Kurby ran a hand blearily through his hair, swallowing to clear his head, and looked down at the small, neat and uniformed tally  that had been printed with block-like precision on the white paper slip.  The numbers swam; at first, they didn't mean anything to him.  He took a deep breath, tried to focus and remember the conversion.  Ounces?  Pounds?  There was something about multiplying by fourteen, or maybe adding vats.  To hell with it, he thought bitterly.  He'd just shove what he had on the counter and let the infernal bastard behind it sort it out.

Waving the man off, he felt in his pocket, but the paper bills that he had been expecting didn't meet his fingers.  His mouth went suddenly dry.  It occurred to him, abruptly and a bit hazily, that in his rush to escape, he'd completely forgotten to make certain that he'd had any Muggle money.

The bartender did not look like he was getting any more patient.  The other customers appeared to have settled their tabs and were cheerily and loudly on their way out, so the bastard's attention was focused on his one remaining holdout.  Kurby felt like sneering at him, but he gritted his teeth together and dug for what money he did have.  Having to deal with some confounded Muggle police constable because he couldn't pay a fecking tab was not going to make his night any better.

One by one, he laid the coins on the counter, bronze and silver, giving each one a final, definitive click as he set it down. 

"That's all I've got," he informed the bartender tersely.

The man gave him an irritated look, and then looked down at the contribution.  He let out a disbelieving snort.  "What's that supposed to be?" he demanded, giving Kurby a cold, hard look.  "Pirate money?"

Kurby's jaw locked, and he met the other man's glower with a dark glare of his own.  Who the hell even thought about pirates?  Muggles.

"Look," he growled, pressing his fingers tightly against the counter.  His head was starting to hurt and he wished that he could just hit the idiot behind the bar, but he knew that it wouldn't help.  What in the infernal hellfires of Merlin did a Muggle do when he needed to run out on a tab?  If he'd been in Hogsmeade, he would have just apparated. 

"Like I said, that's all I have.  Give me a bleedin' minute and I'll run to a -"  What was the blasted word for a Muggle money-giving machine?  Cache point?  "Bank," he finished, glaring back.  "Then I'll pay.  Alright?"

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(Thread title unceremoniously stolen from The Pogues.)

New Years Eve was a night to celebrate. It was a great time to be with family and friends, not to mention a perfectly good excuse to get completely sloshed. Lexus was using the latter to get through the night. The holidays had been . . . unexpected. She had come to the UK to escape from her former life and in the span of a few weeks everything had come tumbling back. First she found her cousin of all people getting attacked in Knockturn then a bloody Auror rookie recognized her. Thankfully she had managed to convince Ayla that it would be a really bad idea for her to join the family for Christmas. She was sure Ayla had told her father all about spending the holidays with her cousin, especially considering she had returned to Lexus' flat on Boxing Day but it was still best that Lexus didn't come face to face with her uncle. If he was here in London it meant he had somehow gotten a transfer and was now working for the Ministry here which was all around bad news. Uncle Joe had been at her trial along with little Dahlia, he knew all about her being a werewolf on probation and though he wasn't part of the Wizengamot or the MLE he was sure to know that she was violating her parole by being overseas.

The night had taken her to many different muggle pubs. She was trying to avoid the Wizarding ones. The Chimaera was her usual haunt but since Ayla showed up she had been staying away, something about Ayla having dated Cin's nephew, she had no idea about the details but she didn't want to see Cin right now in case he did. The Leaky Cauldron was completely off limits now, ever since that stupid Rookie Auror had spotted her and questioned her about her true identity. She still had no idea how she managed to get out of that one without being dragged into the Ministry. Even those in Hogsmeade were out of the question given the large amount of Witches, Wizards and Aurors that frequented them. So it was off to her old haunts in Muggle London to get her drink on.

Lexus as always when in a bar was the life of the party. She hadn't managed to pay for a single drink the entire night, it also helped that tonight, thanks to her wonky magic she was brilliantly blonde and was dressed to match it. The boys that had been fawning over her all night were trying to convince her to continue the party back at their place but she was having none of it. It was nowhere near midnight and heaven forbid she was starting to sober up. She needed more drinks and a good time, perhaps even someone to kiss when the clock struck twelve.

Lexus drew her jacket over her shoulders waving off her male companions, "I'll see you guys at the next pub." The men swooned and stumbled out the door while Lexus turned back to the table to finish the last swish of her ale and collect her purse. As she was about to head out she noticed the bartender getting rather irritated by one of the patrons. Normally Lexus would have let the incident go without any further thought but something the barkeep said had caught her attention and her curiosity led her to the bar front instead of out the door.

"What's that supposed to be? Pirate money?"

Lexus came up close enough to the front to spy the small collection of sickles and knuts. It was more than enough to pay for a few drinks here but the Barkeep was obviously not amused and had no idea what the coins meant. Resisting the urge to roll her eyes, Lexus put a charming smile on her lightly frosted lips and put an arm around Kurby while her blue and gold eyes fixed onto the Bartender, "I think our friend here has had a little too much to drink tonight Paulie," She gave the hardened old man a wink and he seemed to soften ever so slightly.

"Drunk or no, he ain't walkin' outta here without paying up Randy."

Lexus started a bit before remembering that back when she was making her way through Muggle London trying to get back into society she had been using an alias. It wasn't the brightest idea to be using her aunt's maiden name for it but it had been the first name to come to mind when she acquired her fake ID, "I've got it." She reached into her purse and pulled out the necessary notes to cover the man's drinks and then some. Paulie seemed satisfied and with another hard and disapproving look at Kurby he went down to the other side of the bar front to start cleaning up.

Making sure Paulie was out of earshot Lexus turned her attention to the drunk wizard in front of her. She removed her arm from his shoulder and gave him a smile. She was aware of what a vision she must have been in such a dark dingy bar. Her brilliantly blonde hair was laying loose over her shoulders drawing the eye down to her low cut shirt that was purposely accenting her cleavage. Under the empire banded shirt was a pair of skinny leg jeans that likely needed to be peeled off at the end of the night.

"Next time you decide to venture out here you might want to make sure you have a few pounds on you." She collected up the small amount of sickles and knuts he had put down on the bartop. With her free hand she removed a hidden velvet pouch that had been in her purse. The small drawstring bag jingled with the distinct sound of coins and as she pulled it open to add the coins she had taken from him, a soft glitter of gold hinted that she had more than one galleon inside.

With the pouch safely secured back in her purse she extended her hand to the man, "Miranda Hallowell, most people call me Randy. Don't usually see people like me out here, what brings you out to the dregs of society?" Although the hair and the name no longer matched the fugitive werewolf that was no doubt high on his to capture list, Lexus had done nothing to masked her Canadian accent.

Kurby had already accepted that the current conversation was not going to continue in the direction that most would have preferred.  The bills weren't about to just teleport themselves into his pocket.  Either the bartender was going to let him leave, in which case he'd just apparate back to his flat in Diagon Alley and hope that he didn't splinch himself in the process, or he was going to insist that Kurby cover his tab, in which case one of the two was likely to end up on the floor sometime in the near future.  Despite the fact that the odds were probably not in his favor, the latter option was quickly becoming more appealing.  Let the damned Muggles try to drag him off somewhere.  At least he'd get a fight out of it.

But just as he'd been bristling and drawing himself up to his full height, someone draped an arm around him.  Kurby jerked away, stopping himself just in time to keep from throwing an elbow into his assailant's gut.  He nearly opened his mouth to protest that he had not had too much to drink and that he was perfectly fine, but the tide of the conversation had turned and the woman was quickly depositing an acceptable form of currency down on the counter.

The bartender had been placated just as he'd been looking for a fight.  Kurby glowered after him for a moment, and then took a deep breath, pressing the heels of his hands against his eyes.  Even though his head was aching, the pressure didn't help.

"Yeah, right," he muttered, completely tuning out the lecture on bringing pounds along.  Pounds, then, not ounces.  This damned nosy Muggle woman couldn't take a hint.  He hadn't asked her to pay his bill, and now that she had, even though he was doing his best to ignore her, she continued blithering on, introducing herself with broad, flat vowels that would have identified her as an American even if a crudely suggestive nickname like 'Randy' hadn't.

He was so intent on tuning her out, or possibly just compressing his headache until the bleeding thing went away, that it took a moment for her words to register.  Kurby opened his eyes, making an effort to focus on her.  People like me.  Not Americans like her, because he clearly wasn't American.  He dropped his gaze to the countertop, but the coins that he'd put there were gone.  There had been a jingle as she'd put them away, he realized.

Swallowing, he pinched the bridge of his nose, putting his free hand on the counter to steady himself.  So much for coming out to Muggle London so that he didn't run into any other wizards.

"Oh, you know," he muttered, not bothering to keep the grimace out of his voice.  "It's something to do."

Up close, the woman looked young and blonde, clearly dressed for a night out on the town.  Her face seemed vaguely familiar, but it was late enough that that was not where Kurby was going to focus the majority of his attention.  Besides, everyone in magical London looked familiar, usually because he passed them on the street every other day on his way to and from the Ministry.   Somehow, he suspected that if he had been introduced to this one before, he would have remembered it.

"People like you."  He left it as a statement, but it could have just as easily been interpreted as a question.  Kurby glanced her over again, this time trying to focus on the clothes, the details, even though his head still swam.  Judging by her outfit, the way that she seamlessly fit in with the crowd around her, she had to be Muggle-born, or very possibly a halfblood who'd been raised on the edge.

"Did you have sommat in mind to categorize us, now?" he asked, managing a smirk as he leaned an elbow on the counter.  "I can't imagine that anyone else is going to glance over and marvel at the similarities."

Lexus should have known better not to get mixed up with wizards in the muggle world. Although she ended up working for Jonas and becoming friends with him their first meeting had not exactly gone smoothly and if the tone of this man's voice was any indication this meeting wasn't going to go well either. Was it too much to ask for the man to be grateful? She had just gotten him out of a potentially dangerous situation and all he had for her was a glare and a grimace in his voice.

Lexus was ready to just leave the idiot at the bar and consider the whole thing a life lesson well learned when he decided to keep the conversation going. He hadn't introduced himself and he hadn't made any indication that he approved of her having done an introduction of her own. Why should she bother sticking around to entertain him any further?

The damnable wolf that slumbered inside her was stirring. The man's smell was intriguing, there was something about him that spoke to her inner animal. He was either a werewolf himself or spent a lot of time near them. She could still smell it on him and it was that smell that kept her in place and not heading out the door to track down the next place to get her drink on.

At his words she made a point of looking him over. He was tired looking and scruffy and though no one else had noticed it, as a woman that spent time hurdling the fence between the Muggle and Magical world she could point out the small details that indicated he didn't belong there. She then glanced down at herself and smirked, "I don't think there's anything similar between me and you." She gave a small bit of attitude that was helped both by the drink and the wolf, her expression said the words that she didn't speak, 'Cos I make this look good.'

"It's just hard to miss someone trying to pay for drinks with a handful of sickles and knuts." She glanced over at the bartender who wasn't really paying attention to them but had an expression that indicated he wasn't happy about the fact that they were still there.

"So how come a looker like you is in a crap hole like this on New Years?"

The mention of sickles and knuts confirmed it.  If he'd had any doubts, they vanished as he let out a slow breath.  Out of all the random pubs he could have selected from throughout London, the odds of ending up in the same one as a witch seemed long, but somehow, he wasn't surprised.  It would be just his luck to stumble across the one sort of person that he would have really rather avoided, even if it saved him from waking up with an even worse headache than he'd already earned by himself.

Her last question surprised him enough that he barked out a laugh.  Smirking, Kurby glanced over at her, running a hand over his face.

 This woman - Randy, if he could believe the ridiculously burlesque nickname - had obviously been spending her evening in the same 'crap hole' establishment that he had.  Maybe she'd come with friends; maybe she was out and slumming, the same as he was.  Either way, it didn't matter.  He wasn't about to break down in sudden fits of honesty tonight, and somehow he doubted that she was looking to either.  If she'd been looking for an open conversation, she'd come to the wrong sort of pub.

"The fine company's not enough?" he asked caustically, setting both hands on the bar as he glanced in the direction of his former nemesis.  The bartender was still watching him bluntly in between stints on the Muggle contraption that the money went into. 

Kurby rolled his eyes to show how much he cared, and then glanced back at the woman.  "What can I say?" he asked, smirking at her.  "Maybe I'm after losing my only party invitation.  Maybe better company's on its way.  I could turn around the question at you again, but that wouldn't be polite after you've gone and paid for the tab, would it?" he added nicely, favoring her with a pointed smile.  "It might serve us both if we agree to let that question lay."

"Oi!  Randy!"  The show of intense affection had apparently roused the bartender, who was glaring at Kurby from the corner again, even as he spoke to the wizard's companion.  "You need help clearin' out?"

Even though the question hadn't been addressed to him, Kurby felt perfectly justified in flashing a universally rude gesture in response.  It took him a moment longer than usual to climb to his feet, another still to steady himself against the counter.  He could have walked out, could have gone back to whatever he'd been planning to do next, which was probably either finding another pub on his own or managing to splinch himself in an apparition accident, but suddenly, neither sounded especially appealing.

Raising his eyebrows, he glanced sidelong at the woman, taking her measure.  "That ought to mean that I'm done for the night now, since you've cleaned me well out," he remarked, gathering his cloak.  His head still ached, but the threat of impending movement helped to focus.  "I don't suppose you'd take pity and want another on the tab?"

She liked his laugh, there was something about it that suggested on any given day he had a wry sense of humor. She couldn't stop the smile from curling her lips and once again the wolf inside flashed across her eyes. As much as she hated to embrace it, to even admit that it was there and could control her actions even when there wasn't a full moon, Lexus often let it out of it's cage to roam free when she was drinking. For tonight the wolf was out and it wanted to play and Kurby was the perfect chew toy.

With a hand on her hip and a tilt to her head she gave him a wink, "I can live with that." Perhaps it was for the best not to ask any questions about either of their motives for picking this particular bar. Lexus didn't need to answer any questions about why she wasn't drinking in one of the many wizarding pubs tonight. As for this particular crap hole, it had been Lexus' first choice when she first came to London. She figured that the seedier the place was, the better it would be to hide in. The drinks were good and the patrons weren't half bad but she had definitely been in better dives since.

She looked to the Bartender when she called to him and quickly put a hand over her lips to keep the laugh from bursting out. It wasn't exactly the nicest thing to do but she didn't blame Kurby for flipping him off, Paulie could be a jerk when he wanted to be and even with Lexus' presence that night he was choosing to be one. She covered another laugh at the mutinous glare Kurby was receiving from the old barkeep before turning her attention back to her unlikely companion.

Lexus offered a hand to help him to steady himself but he seemed determined to do so on his own. She gave him a sheepish grin when he mentioned her cleaning him out. She hadn't really thought too much of it when she had taken the coins, it had simply been an exchange, she wasn't covering his tab out of the goodness of her heart (well not entirely) she was just giving the proper tender, who would have blamed her for taking the coins as proper payment to herself?

With a wide genuine smile she let a soft blush of colour rise to her cheeks, "I think I can manage that." She offered her arm as she led him out of the pub and down the street some to go to a nicer looking bar that was still hopping, albeit with a younger more rowdier crowd, "They've got some great drinks it you don't mind the drunken university kids." She gave him another smirk and a wink, "If it's not your scene there's plenty others that serve drinks late. At least late enough for us to celebrate New Years." She realized how presumptuous she was being but decided to shrug it off. If he wasn't interested he could always leave, no skin off her back. There was no sense in second guessing herself.

She glanced over at him again, "So do I get to know your name or is that one of those better left unsaid things?"

In a matter of minutes, his night had apparently been transfigured from one that was destined to be spent sullen and alone until he got kicked out of a pub to having a date who had agreed to cover his tab.  Smirking, Kurby forewent the offer and draped his own arm around the woman's shoulders, content to let her lead the way to her preferred destination. 

"Oh, I'd think it's a bit more interesting if it's left unsaid.  Don't you?" he asked, giving her a sly smile.  "The next drink can go towards me forgetting yours, and then we'll be even.  Besides," he added nicely, "think how many lads you meet in a month and never remember once they've given you their name.  If we're going to be forgetting the pair of us as well once the morning comes, it's far better to be straight about it now, isn't it?"

The biting chill in the air outside was enough to shock him into feeling more alert.  With his cloak slung over his shoulder, the only warmth came from the woman next to him.  Kurby shook his head, reveling in the sensation of the prickling cold against bare skin, the warm puffs of breath that misted in the air.  Winter brought its own sort of wake along with it.  Even as London's revelers spilled into the streets, overwhelming with loud noises and bright lights, there was no mistaking the brisk, frozen smell of the season.

The next pub down the line that the woman had chosen was indeed full of 'drunken university kids,' which made him doubt her claim that the drinks were any good.  But at this point in the night, one drink was going to be the same as any other; even butterbeer turned to firewhiskey once one had had enough of it.  The sheer amount of life inside was nearly overwhelming; his head felt like it was pounding in time to the roaring music as he let her lead him through the crowd.  Taking it as a fact that she knew more about Muggle alcohol than he did - not to mention that she was the one paying - he consented to drink whatever she cared to order, and set out to find somewhere to sit.

The place was packed, and he would have had more luck breaking into Gringotts than finding a table.  The laughing and chattering crowd behind the bar was at least three people deep.  His frustration mounting, Kurby finally just gave up and snagged empty chairs from two different tables, ignoring the surprised protests that he left in his wake.  By the time his companion of the evening had returned with her selections in hand, he'd managed to set them up in a corner out of the way of most of the foot traffic.

"Looks grand," he announced, flashing the woman a smile as he took the drink.  "Cheers.  So," he said, raising it to take a sip.  He wasn't going to waste any time at getting appreciatively less sober.  "We've narrowed our topics of discussion for the night, haven't we?  No names," he said, ticking off on a finger.  "No reasons why we're here.  I'd throw in no pasts, just to be sure about it.  So," he repeated, smirking as he glanced over her.  "What else is there to know about you?  It ought to be something good but entirely unimportant."

Apparently offering to pay for his drinks for the rest of the night was the best way to warm up the Ice Lord. She smirked as he put his arm around her shoulders instead of linking with her arm. While the cool night air was waking him up and making him more alert Lexus was feeling dizzier and even more intoxicated than she knew was. She was already at least five drinks in for the night and well on her way to falling down drunk but this was something very different. It was Kurby's smell again. There was definitely something about it, though faint as it was there was no mistaking the smell of the wolf on him. Lexus hadn't been in the presence of another werewolf since she left Canada but it was something you didn't forget. However since the smell was faint she doubted he was one himself.

Once inside the crowded pub Lexus left Kurby to find their seats as she wiggled her way to the bar to order their
drinks. It actually wasn't that hard for her. Most of the pub's patrons were of the male persuasion and she was finding how easy it was to get things done as a blonde than they ever were as a bruinette. Once at the front of the bar she scanned their selection on tap and the prices listed for them. She wasn't too worried about the money. Business had picked up at the office and with the holidays having passed muggle were falling over themselves to get her special health drinks by the case. Apparently people became alot more health conscious once they were done stuffing their faces with all the wonderful goodies the holidays had to offer.

With a frosty pint of Guinness in each hand Lexus weaved through the crowd until she finally found her 'date' for the night. She sat down with one leg crossed over the other and gave him a cheers as well before taking a few gulps. She was glad that since coming to London the muggle beers were pretty much the same as they were back home, aside from the local brews of course. Although it did make her miss the local brews from back home, drinks like Winterbrew or even Rickard's.

She smirked at his response. They really had limited what they could talk about. At this rate they might as well just have sex and get it over with, wham bam thank you ma'am. Although it wasn't a bad thing when she thought about it. No names meant she wasn't going to get so drunk that she'd slip up and tell me what her name actually was. No reasons for them being out meant she didn't have to say anything about her fear of being caught by another Auror. No past stories meant no reason to fear him finding out about her second nature. However it left little for them to actually talk about.

With another sultry smirk she chuckled, a deep throated lustful sound, "I can lick my own elbow." She put her arm straight up and turned her head to try and demonstrate what she had said. Unfortunately being as drunk as she already was with another pint in her hand she was thrown into a fit of giggles, her tongue curling in and out of her mouth as she tried to touch the untouchable body part.

This wasn't the sort of night when he was looking for clever conversation.  Kurby had gone into the evening without much in the way of lofty expectations, and making it to a second pub with someone else offering to pay for his drinks was more than he had considered getting.  Whatever her offer, 'Randy' was obviously well on her way to passing him in terms of drinks.  It wasn't hard to guess where her nickname had come from.  Even so, if he had any desire to make it to a second beer on the house, she was going to have to slow down a bit.

He raised his eyebrows at the woman, smirking slightly as he leaned lazily back in the chair.  "Well, there's talent now," he remarked, balancing the beer on the armrest.  "I can only guess that you'll go far with that.  If you can pull the other one, you'll beat out Annwyl for Minister next time he's up."

The drink was cold - too cold - which made him desperately miss firewhiskey.  Muggles did everything wrong.  Their music was too loud, their drinks too bitter, their pubs too bright, but at least they had the added benefit of not housing anyone that would recognize him.  He let his gaze play carefully across the crowd, suddenly cautious of this last fact.  It would be just his luck to happen across someone he knew in the middle of Muggle London.  But thankfully, the crowd seemed entirely Muggle, dressed in awkward and brightly colored clothes that he could still appreciate even though they all looked entirely ridiculous.

Kurby smirked, twisting one of the tarnished rings on his finger absently as he eyed two nearby Muggles.  "Here's a game," he said in a low voice, nudging the witch.  "Two tables over.  The boyo's got a yellow hat."

The male in the indicated couple did indeed have questionable fashion taste; he had undeniably awkward-looking facial hair to go with the out-of-place headgear.  He was engulfed in an animated discussion with his female counterpart, who, judging by the wobbling quality of her lower lip, looked to be about to burst into tears.

"Bad night," Kurby observed nicely, a glint in his eye as he took a sip.  Still unsettlingly cold, but at least dissecting other people's misfortunes was always better than thinking about his own.  The night could be bearable yet.  "She's had too much to drink.  He's well on his way, too.  Which one of 'em do you think got the better deal for the evening?"

After actually being able to touch her tongue to her elbow between fits of giggles Lexus lowered her arm and took a smaller slower sip of her pint. With five drinks down it was time to slow things down for a bit to make sure she didn't pass out on him. That would just cause more troubles than it was worth, although she was sure she could drink any of the boys in the pub under the table anyday.

Her soft blue eyes turned to the couple in question. The man had a horrible sense of fashion and looked like he could have been even younger than Lexus. The woman wasn't looking much better. She was dressed well enough for the night but her shoes didn't match her dress and there was a slight hint of her hair being mussed, as if she had tried to do it up and failed. Her quivering lip was getting worse the more the man talked and Lexus figured either they were breaking up or the man was telling her how much he actually wasn't interested in her.

Lexus smirked at Kurby before nodding her head in the couples direction, "Either way, I think the guys got the better deal. If she breaks down and leaves he's got the whole rest of the pub to play in. If she stays he might be able to get in a good round of pity or make up sex before sending her off on her way." She chuckled softly and looked over Kurby again before turning her eyes back to the crowd.

It wasn't long before she found their next victim. A long legged posh looking woman sipping a cosmo was flanked by two university kids that were obviously trying to woo her. Judging by the very disinterested look on her face neither of them were succeeding. However she was leaning slightly to the right which indicated while she wasn't interested in either of them the young man on her right was a better suitor and if she had to, she'd be leaving with him.

She nodded her head in the posh woman's direction, "So which one do you think has the leg up on her and how long will it be before she just leaves them both in the dust?"