As Scaramouche walked in the Seven Seas she knew straight away that they were plotting something. She could see Pop leaning right over the bar toward Gaz and that Gaz was scribbling hurriedly on a piece of paper (something both of them had had to master because Globalsoft had banned free-hand writing when the were children)
Scara, as slowly as she could, made her way between the tables that separated her from the bar. Once close enough she tried to peek over Gaz's shoulder. He must have felt her breath against his neck because in one swift motion he turned to face her, folded up the paper and shoved it out of sight.
"Oh, hey babe, I didn't realise you were there." He planted a kiss on her mouth.
"Erm Gaz, what was that paper?"
"W-w-what?"
"That paper. That you just hid?" She looked up expectedly at him.
"N-nothing babe, just an idea I had."
"Oh, OK," the relief that shone on Gaz's face made Scaramouche all the more determined to find out what was on that paper.
"Come on babe, let's set up for the gig tonight." She led the way but not before she saw the look that passed between her boyfriend and that barman.