Who: Sebastian, Alyson What: Seb tries to enjoy a date (and possibly secure a fine ol' sheet romp) but Aly throws off his groove. Where: A nightclub in Soho When: S-A-TUR-DAY! Night! Rating: PG-13 Status: complete
Aly was staying in the euphemistically named 'spare bedroom' of a friend's London apartment. The space could be more accurately described as an alcove. Not that she was ungrateful! In fact, Aly was very grateful--which was why she spent as much time away from the flat as possible, to give her friend some privacy.
So here she was at a nightclub with a group including a friend of the friend and... Well the rest of the women in the group were complete strangers to Aly. Or had been, two hours ago. A few drinks, a little chit-chat, and now they were all the best of friends, at least until closing time.
The DJ put on a slow song, and Aly and most of the rest of her crowd relinquished the dance floor to the couples. Aly took a seat at one of the tables lining the walls and slipped off her shoes. Looking out across the club she spotted a familiar face. Now where did she know that guy from? Oh! From the demonstration in front of Whingecombe's place! It was one of Whingecombe's spawn!
She waved, a coy little wiggle of fingers, and tried to catch the kid's eye.