The Biker: Sits alone in a corner, smoking. Latino, with wild wavy hair, wears a leather jacket and matching pants.Then there are the three girls: the... come from the nearby college, and are here to party and try to lift the mood of the Brunette, who got dumped by her boyfriend. They make quite a ruckus and, during the course of the evening, have had more than their fair share of beers. They are:The Blonde: The more voluptuous of the three, she has wavy long blonde hair and wears a white. He would never be able to articulate why he said the next thing he said, but he would forever be grateful that he said it."And I'm sure I'll have to do another test or two down the line, so I might ask for your help there too."Now she looked at him with unwavering eyes."I may have been under the influence of your damn drug, Bob, but what I said was the truth. I meant the things I said, even if I didn't mean to say them. Please don't toy with me." I don't toy with women, Julie," said Bob, his. “Mandy rang me, she was in tears, said she messed everything up. Did you have to upset her?” he sounded more angry than worried.I paused at the foot of the stairs and turned to him.“You two do a lot of telling each other everything don’t you. Did you ever think that I might be the one who has cause to be upset?” He was obviously angry with me but I was too tired to argue with him tonight.“Mum, you know she hasn’t got anyone but me to talk to if she has a problem.”I looked down at him for a few. ..to hell with it I thought I loved to dance and the rubbish group had started to sound much better. I hung my jacket on the back of my chair, forgetting all about the bra and blouse I was wearing underneath and how revealing it was.I was on the floor for most of the next hour, I must have danced with six or seven of them with the odd drinks break. At times I was dancing with two at once which was OK until the slow numbers, getting squashed between two randy young boys rubbing themselves all.