He had been hunting for over an hour when he finally saw her. She was wearing a plain, black dress that looked as if the top was just a sash draped ov...r one shoulder and wrapped around her breasts. She was sitting at a table with a group of others, and he could see that the dress would probably come to about mid-thigh when she stood. As he watched her, he noticed that she sipped at her drink even less than he did his. His smile grew, and he waited another half hour, watching the others come and. "Liam shook his head. "Worse than that. My parents are going to be in town. We haven't seen each other in a couple of years; it wasn't pleasant the last time. I was hoping your presence would neutralize the visit." Why not take them to the restaurant? I'm sure they'd want to see where you work. And a nice public place tends to 'neutralize' any visit."Liam took another swig of water. "That would not be the best idea, trust me. So, will you come?" Tell me when and I'll do my best to be on. He can't remember ever having enjoyed a shower as much as he'd enjoyed this one. When he looks in the mirror, as he always does when exiting the shower stall, he sees himself, just as he has always seen himself. Nothing unusual, except that perhaps his hair is a little longer than normal. "Still can't grab a hold of it, but it looks like I definitely need a trim. Maybe after practice, I'll go to Jack's." And he smiles, as headds to himself, "Then, there is that cute little brunette working. "This is my niece, Alice Spencer-Killdare, and my associates Ambrose Devlin and Paul MacDonald, Henry," he said by way of introduction. The man bowed his head gravely to us before turning his eyes back to Eoin. "We are to meet a business associate from West Germany for a private dinner this evening. His name is Herr Lars Magnus." Ah yes, Herr Lars did indeed reserve one of the private dining rooms and kitchen for this evening," Henry said, eyes registering the connection. "If you would follow.