"So," a very stoned Carys had her backside hanging out of the fridge as she hunted for something to eat. Her two housemates and best friends watched her; eyebrows arched. Why did she do this? She didn't need to smoke week "I'm sick of being single."

"This again?" Soar sighed, shaking her head. Her auburn hair bounced around her shoulders, and Angel rolled her eyes.

"Well! I don't like it! I fail at relationships." having given up on the fridge, Carys was now raiding the cupboard and sitting with cupcakes, stuffing her face "Seriously! Soar, you're engaged and Angel, you have a boyfriend."

"Well, it's not our fault," Angel snorted "You fail at relationships full stop, Car."

"Well, does your boyfriend have any friends? Ones that aren't pale, short and void of emotions?"

"Nate does have feelings! He prefers not to show them." Carys rolled her eyes at Angel's statement "And he has two friends a blonde and a redhead, and they're probably gay. They're never apart."

"Oh come on," Carys giggled "Gimme more details please...like names, ages...?"

"You know what? No. Not after the Matsuda incident, lady."

"Aww, what! That's so unfair, Soar." Carys pouted, crossing her arms "Why the hell not!"

"You broke that man, Carys Marie. You totally broke him. You knew he hated smoking of any sort, and you smoked right in front of him, and what happens? He passes out and breaks up with you. I still cannot look him in the eye."

Carys shrugged. It was life, these things happened, she supposed. Yawning, she got up and looked behind her "I'm going out tonight. It's Saturday and you guys are boring. I'm claiming the bathroom, and I'll be out in half an hour I guess. Toodles."

Carys wandered off, and both Soar and Angel looked at each other, exasperated "Jesus Christ, does she ever stop?"

"I have no idea."

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Three hours later, and Carys was dressed up and ready to leave. She wore skinny jeans, knee high heeled boots and a nice t-shirt. Her hazel eyes were powdered in gold, and rimmed in black, and she smelt of a very girlie perfume. Soar and Angel stared, wondering why the hell she made so much effort, when she barely ever got any attention.

"Okay, I have my Blackberry. BBM or text me if you need me. I have my keys and money too, I'll see you later!" and with that, Carys vanished out the door and onto the cold street, making her way to the local club. She hadn't really been out much since Matsuda, and she hadn't been into the Lotus club for a long time. It was worth a try, she guessed. Paying her entry fee and making her way inside she stood at the bar, ordering a drink. She looked around and sighed.
There was no one here worth the effort. It seemed to be a couples only thing.

"Why so sad, Carys?" Chippy, the barman asked her. She looked up and shrugged.

"Envious. I want that." she motioned to the dancing couples on the dancefloor and frowned. Chippy chuckled.

"I think tonight could be your lucky night." just as she said that, a body bumped into hers, and Carys' drink went everywhere.

"Oh, shit, sorry!" a redhead, with a very distinct Liverpudlian accent apologized and Carys stared, her heart catching in her throat "Let me buy you a new one!"

"Oh...t-thanks," she smiled. Why did she recognize him. She knew him from somewhere, and little did Carys know, he was thinking the same thing. He knew that accent, and he knew those eyes. Chippy snickered to himself. He was right, it had been her lucky night, and as he served their drinks, he could see the spark. The usually confident Carys had turned shy around this particular male, and it was interesting to watch.

"Do you come here much? I swear I've seen your face before..." the mysterious redhead asked her, and Carys smiled shyly.

"Now and again. You?"

It was his turn to smile "Now and again. I'm sorry, this is so rude, I don't even know your name; I'm Matt."

"Carys." she blushed as he took her hand, kissing it, her heart racing. She bit down her lip and looked up "Nice to meet you."

"And you too," he smiled, slowly letting go of her hand and sipping his drink "You dance?"

"Nah, not really," she shook her head, smiling "You?"

"Nah..."

Carys' night was spent talking to the handsome redhead, and when she arrived home, she ran straight to her room, Matt's number now in her phone.