A guy in a dark blue pullover lounged behind her. "He was telling you about his girlfriend."

"Oh were you?" She fixed him with a vacant stare. "What about her?"

Nirel ground his teeth to keep from snapping, "No, I wasn't." He was suddenly sick of the whole vapid, stupid crowd. They didn't know their arse from a hole in the ground. They probably didn't even know their own bleedin' names. Iris was right, there had to be something more.

The thought filled him with ...