Very similar to her eyes, Suzanne seemed unable to settle at all. Eventually, after what seemed like every nightclub in London, they ended up at Min...stry of Sound in Vauxhall at two o’clock in the morning. “Didn’t Boy George used to be a DJ here?” She yelled in his ear, only just getting over the club thump of “Dance Anthem” that seemed to exude from the very walls. He didn’t try to yell back, just nodded a yes. Somehow, they managed to get the bar to come up with two Coronas without. "How do you spell your name, Hannah?" he asked.She told him and he scrawled out his usual bullshit line about meeting the nicest two girls in Lake Tekapo and signing it. He then did the same for Dandie. Through this all, Helen stood next to him, completely ignored by the two girls, just waiting for it to be over so they could get into the taxi, which had just pulled up."Thank you sooooo much, Jake," Hannah told him with stars in her eyes."Yes," agreed Dandie, was nodding furiously at him. "We. I asked her to sit on the bed and she did."What's up?" I asked."Don't play dumb," she said. "Give me credit for breaking the ice." You're right." Silence filled the space between us. "Finally," I continued, "About the other day, I'm sorry! I really am. I should've closed my door." Maybe you should have," she sighed, "but you didn't and it's done and the way we've been behaving is silly."I nodded. "I agree completely." I miss my buddy," she said, reaching over onto the bed and hugging me where I. Just as I reached the dumpster, I heard the sounds of garbage hitting the pavement, followed closely by the sound of a female vice lowly cursing her own clumsiness, and the cold wind and who knows what else. I tossed my bags into the dumpster and went around to see if I might be able to help. The first thing I saw was a bunch of boxes lying on the ground, then I noticed a female head with long brown hair caught by the breeze, and her hands darting around quickly trying to grab crumpled sheets.