Clive shrugged. "Well, I tried to get her to stay for another shag, but she told me to feck off."
Rowland glared at Clive. "You're really disgusting, you know that? Bird comes out of your dead friend's room, and you try to pick her up?"
"Hey, I didn't know he was dead! We don't even know if he was dead at the time! It obviously wasn't serious if she was sneaking out before midnight. What, I'm not allowed to get laid around here?"
Rowland turned away from Clive, as if unable to look at him any longer. "Sorry about this idiot, Pen. I was out with Lloyd last night-"
"Cougar hunting," Clive snapped in.
"-and we met these two birds. I think the one he was with was named Jane or something. I got her cousin's number though, so we can probably find her if you want me to."