[i][/i]"Did he wink at me?" Intelligent as Lola was, she was rather oblivious to advances of the opposite sex. Sadly, Jessica suffered from non such a problem. There had been many an awkward morning in the girls student house, which usually entailed Lola bumping into some dazed looking male whilst still in her pyjamas. Her roommate brought any poor sod back that so much as breathed at her. At first, the blonde was unnerved and disgruntled by the scenario, but now she took it on the chin and made them pancakes. She really was rather charming.

Slurping from her own heavily alcoholic mix, she was starting to forget about what she was wearing and relax. Alcohol was alarmingly good at taking away mother natures inbuilt alarm system, and some would argue that it wasn't a good thing.

"Lola, he totally checked you out. You think he's cute?" Jessica studied her friends face critically for some kind of reaction. She was just so damn hard to read sometimes. Biting her lip thoughtfully, Lola allowed her gaze to follow him sneakily in a side ways direction, before leaning against the bar nonchalantly, "Meh, he wasn't bad." In actual fact, she thought he was rather delicious, but she wasn't going to tell Jess that. Sighing, Jessica shook her head in despair. "You're impossible." To which the blonde snorted in amusement, "No Jessie, just choosey." Feigning a delightfully innocent expression, Lola downed the rest of her drink before straightening up.

"I need to go outside and call Rosie. She should be finishing work right about now, I promised to let her know where we were." The young woman pulled her cell phone deftly out from underneath one of her coconut shells, and slid her glass to her friend along the polished marble of the bar.

"Fill me up darling."

Carefully, Lola picked her way through the crowd. It sure was a busy spot. As the fresh air hit her exposed flesh, she felt refreshed. It was a surprisingly warm night, and the stars were all blinking brightly. It made her feel a little homesick. The sky seemed far more beautiful back home away from the city smog. Walking along the edge of one of the steps that led around the corner to what look like a recycle point, she dialled Rosie's number. As Lola listened to the dial tone, she noticed a small gaggle of guys in the near distance, but she'd grown used to male squabbles, and paid it no mind as she sung softly to herself as she waited.

[i]There was a show girl, her name was Lola..[/i]