"You'd think with one look at your chest there'd be no doubt you're less of a man," Ally teased, clinking back.
She looked back at Angie, met her look, and grinned widely. By now, she had thankfully forgotten - even if temporarily - all of the mess of the last several days, and was feeling normal for once.
"Oh, we totally need to do a hunt. The question is, where if we're out to meet decent blokes, instead of just a shag. Shags we can get, after all." She nodded to herself, thinking. "And Mel's not seeing anyone that I can remember. If she doesn't come, we'll drag her against her will."
The first few scenes of the movie came on, the football action forming a familiar background noise as her mind tried to gnaw on the problem. "Bars and clubs just seem to attract the same old type. This... is a problem."