Chris, on the other hand didn't care where the evening was going to head. As long as he got to smoke his spliff in an environment where no one cared, got some booze into him and had a prospect of a shag on the horizons, it was a perfect evening as far as he was concerned. The whole, disappearing from Bristol and ending up Yank land should worry him. But hardly anything ever did.
When the door opened on him, his eyes widened slightly as he ran an appreciative gaze over his hostess. Well he had certainly run into some bloody fantastic luck lately. Cheap spliff, hot chits, free booze. Someone was shining down on him tonight. "'M always ready."