Not only had I almost died today, I'd also made some very good progress. A treat was in order and a cookie wasn't going to cut it. Balls, babes, and booze it was.

It took a moment for Rohan to register that I'd spoken since he was too busy staring at the silky scrap of black fabric I called a dress. "You should be in bed," he said.

I leaned in close, my orangey perfume teasing the air around us. "Mmm, I should. The question is, with who?"

The taxi driver honked. ...