“You ever get fed up of this place?” I asked Aiden as we made our way over to our usual table in the corner, away from everyone else in the club.  It was my favourite place to sit and people watch.  I used to go there by myself all the time, spotting my ‘prey’ and working out the best way to go in for the kill.

“Yes, and yet here we are anyway!” Aiden laughed.

I dumped my drink down in front of me as I sat down heavily in the booth and looked at my surroundings.  The place was filled with the same faces we saw every night we went there, the same music blasted out from the same decks belonging to the same DJ, and we had bought the same drinks we always bought.  It seemed nothing ever truly changed in LA, and Gray was testament to the fact.  We’d gotten in without much fuss – as always – using our fake IDs, which ensured we weren’t stamped as ‘underage’ and thus unable to buy alcoholic drinks.

“You think we’ll ever stop coming here?” I asked desperately.

“I hope so,” Aiden winked, “although I fear we are creatures of habit.”

“That we are,” I laughed, raising my glass.  “To change!”

“I’ll drink to that,” Aiden smiled and took a huge gulp from his vodka cranberry.

“How come you don’t drink beer like a normal guy?” I asked, taking a swig from my pint.

“How come you don’t drink spirits like a normal girl?” he asked me.

“Fair point,” I smiled, “although we both know I’m not exactly what you would call a ‘normal’ girl.”

“Damn, who wants to be normal?” Aiden scoffed.  “To being weird!”

We clinked glasses and took another long drink from our traditional beverages of choice, looking around us at who was present in the club.  I noticed a guy who I always saw there, attempting to pull the same moves on the same drunk girls he saw there every week.  I figured he must have thought that if he pestered them enough they may one day cave and take him home with them.  They never did though, but that didn’t surprise me because I knew one of them, at least, didn’t bat for his team.  And besides, he was butt ugly.