I found Charlie shaking hands with one of the cholo bangers from last night probably passing thanks and credits for saving our ass from Dinkerman and ...is thugs yesterday.That reminded me that I saw Dinkerman being dragged away from his cell last night. I tried looking around but saw none of his men or him in the crowd around the monitor during the cell number raffle for the Pit. "Hey Jack fool come on gear up we have a trip to the clinic and the buffet." Charlie said as he waved me over. I. "I like your dress! Where'd you get it"? She asked, hoping to start a conversation with me. "Uh... I think I got it over by 42nd and Broadway, I don't know I've had it for a while," I replied, nervously smiling. "It's cute, but not as cute as you are," She replied, flirtatiously.I blushed and smiled shyly. "Thanks... So are you." On the inside, I was kicking myself for not coming up with something better than just returning the compliment. "I'm Alex by the way. That's my friend Grace over. She went alone and had to wait, since it was 3 deep at the bar waiting for service. God! She looked great in a short black dress with her long legs and perfect tits on display. He could feel the heat in his pants as his hard-on started to grow. He made his way over towards where she was at the bar. She was standing behind a really big guy waiting for him to order some drinks. Wow, she thought, the bar was packed tonight. She was getting bumped and jostled about, when we suddenly detected. The whole dinner Ian had stayed in the same position: elbow resting on the wood as he leaned the side of his head against his hand, staring down at his incredibly slowly emptying plate, his eyebrows knitted. His cheeks were sucked in lightly and his lips were out in a soft, adorable, cherry-red pout. During one f his awkward stares toward the other male that currently hated him, said person did something unexpected: stand up. “Excuse me,” Ian said shortly. After informing the group, that wasn’t.