You learn to love British weather when the lack of sun works to your advantage and the miserable half hearted cold temperature you tend to be oblivious of, because nothing is cold to you. I lingered, sitting on the wall a little longer, watching the smoke from my spliff make patterns in the air. It's the only bit of escapism I get and I'm not even too sure it works, everything else certainly doesn't. But that's another story. Don't judge me, by the way, I thought about it (for like3 seconds) and what harms cannabis going to do to me, I'm like practically dead already. No, I think I would be dead but I'm not, dead people don't have this thirst. On the subject of that, I think its lunch time.

Well its like dark, so that would be dinner. I prefer dinner, its at night, and better things happen at night. So I began to walk the streets, looking for something, I mean someone to pick up. I think I was going to go bar tonight, I went club last time, plus I'm not in a dancing mood. I walked into a bar that my friend had mentioned once, I told her I would check it out. Its funny, I still hadn't gotten used to all the male attention when I came into a place, suppose some skirts can never be too short. I sat myself down at the bar, it didn't look too busy, but not to empty, a moderate amount of people I guess you would say. I straighten out my blue dress over my black patterned tights and smiled at the barman when I got his attention. "Dry martini please" I asked when he offered.

"Not wanting to be rude" he started nervously "but please can I see some id"

I smiled softly to calm his nerves "oh ok, I don't mind". I pulled this fake id that this guy had knocked up for me, he's a genius I swear. I supposedly died when I was fifteen, but that was five years ago, so technically I'm like twenty, its just more of a name issue.

"Yep that seems to be in order" he smiled back, "so, dry martini was it"

I nodded.

"That will be £5.50 please" I began to rummage through my purse.

"I'll get this drink, don't worry," a man from behind me seemed to be the one who'd spoken, seating himself next to me as he did.

As first impressions go they were not to bad, hair messy in a weirdly sexy way, white shirt with the top button undone to reveal toned abs, a smile that he had probably used to bed hundreds of other girls, and a smell that was simply mouth watering, I would enjoy tonight

"Haven't seen you round here before" he began, slightly clichéd way, if a bit over used, I had had it a lot.

"Oh, I'm new round these parts" I improvised.

"Really, interesting, I could maybe show you around" he said, getting a bit intimately close.

"Maybe" I would make him wait a bit.

"So, its just you, your not meeting anyone" he asked

"Nope, just me"

"That, is amazing" he stroked the upper bit of my leg. "Because you are hot"

Ok, I'm bored of waiting. "Let me finish my martini, we can go back to mine, then you can see how hot I can be"


I fiddled with my lighter in my hands, needed to put it away after I had disposed of the, well his remains. He deserved it, dirty sexist git, the way he acted, it annoyed me, it was karma you could say. I put my lighter back in my pocket and went upstairs, to pack.

It was hard to pack seeing as I didn't know how long I would be staying. Could I just pack light, as in a smallish bag and my credit card. That could work. Now the plane tickets. What time was the flight leaving. In five hours, plenty of time. Washington it is, Seattle, god that reminds me, I need to plan a way of getting where I need to go after that, I need to see Alice.