Anita had called and asked me to be HER date to the Sadie Hawkins dance. Oh no!!! No way, no how!! You've heard of the Sadie Hawkins dance, right? Tha...'s when the girls get to ask the guys for a date to the dance. The point is that the girl asking the guy out usually is NOT the cutest, sexiest or most likely girl for the guy to go out with and some of the more homely and ugly girls in the school get a chance for a date with the guy of their dreams. Anita would not have been my first choice of a. He almost tripped over the low metal sill as he stepped backwards through the doors and slid them almost shut, leaving just enough space for Victoria to hear him mutter, "Lucky bastard dog." And then he was gone, a lonely hulking figure heading towards another night of desperate alcoholic forgetfulness among people he despised but needed."Well!" Victoria said with a little sigh. Never having seen Ben quite this way before, she was a little upset, but quickly passed it off to the whiskey her. Clark as expected simply shrugged"I dunno, just kinda did it." he remarked simply. Chloe slammed a wad of bills on the table, hoisted Clark over her shoulder and ran out of the restaurant"I'm taking this date to the next level!" Chloe proclaimed as she charged straight to her apartment building Clark for his part laughed as he clung to Chloe's arm wrapped around him. Chloe shoved passed a woman passing through the coded gate to enter, Clark apologizing as she zoomed up the stairs to her. Katy remembered being terrified. Life was not kind in the crèche and the staff, while not wantonly violent, were indifferently cruel to all of the children. They were as apt to correct an error with a slap or a kick as they were to lecture. The "Dean", or headman of the crèche, was an almost mystical boogieman. He was a tall, spare man who took meticulous care with his appearance. He wore a severely tailored suit, always black, and his hair was firmly plastered to his head. He never spoke.