Terry took the bottle gladly. "Nothings happened with you lately?"
"I only know how to dance because of my mother." Terry rolled his eyes and opened the bottle. "But I think it'd be nice- you know, instead of just going out for the night and then that's it. Mind you, I've had my share of one night stands, but I've always liked taking a girl out proper, yeah? Charming her the old-fashioned way." He grinned. "I went into this upscale bar and restaurant I'd never been to, and when I was going over to ask the bartender for another drink there she was sitting there. Looked familiar right from the start so I ask her if I know her; she looks at me, says I look vaguely familiar and asks me if we've ever shagged." Terry shook his head and gave a small laugh. "And it went from there, though she had somewhere else to go so I didn't see her for terribly long." He took a drink from the bottle. "Names Tracey, but she's comparable to Aphrodite if you ask me. Bloody. Gorgeous."