Such was the hunger for a good night out and the opportunity to get down to the electronic rhythm of what had once been a normal accompaniment of noct...rnal English life now mostly only available on foreign websites. Iris could at last share her passion for the deep bass rhythms and the wonky treble of the beats that came from the dance capitals of the world such as Chongqing, Rio de Janeiro, Mumbai and even Glasgow in the neighbouring Kingdom of Scotland.It was obvious that Iris' group of her. I’m tired of filling out police reports that say the same damned thing. Being single on V Day drives people crazy and shit happens.’ Mike managed to force a grin then returned to his job dispensing drinks as fast as his patrons could drink them. For twenty long minutes Chris remained at the bar. He should have been working on getting drunk but he was really nursing his Zombie. On a normal night he would have finished his first drink in minutes and been well into his second but Chris was too. Did I cry happy tears because there was the slight possibility of some hope for the future? Or did I cry sad tears because those assholes had ruined my life forever? I didn't know. I just cried while Mama told me there were good men in the world. There was Papa, Bob and Big Dave who were good -- surely there must be others.They finally settled me down enough so I could take a little nap. Mama wakened me gently about 5:30 so I could dress and have a bit to eat before I left to meet Steven.I wore. She reached for her comfortable set of sweat pants then stopped. "I've got to learn to dress better. Even if it's just at home, I've got to teach my self to try and always look my best" Janice scanned her room and looked over what she had to wear. She had already decided to go out shopping this weekend to pick up a more flattering wardrobe, but she needed to find something for now. Rummaging through the bottom of her dresser drawers she came across a pair of old running short she used to wear.