I wrinkled my nose in disgust, shaking my head of the thoughts which proceeded Millies comment.

I really don’t want to know.

Millie let go of my hand and went to turn on a few lights. It was a really nice room, a huge king-sized bed seemed to be the centre piece with a sofa and Tv in the corner, dressing table, wardrobe, bar. I sighed, it must be nice for Millie to be able to afford a place like this. I wondered what her actual home must look like, it was probably a mansion or something.

I realised Millie was no longer in the room and knocked back the rest of my drink and put the glass down absently on a surface. I moved through the room, my attention taken by a selection of framed prints against the wall. As I looked through them, some of them were Millies photos and some of another artist which I guessed she mustve brought, I began to feel the effects of the alcohol begin to ebb away any feeling of nervousness or apprehension. Which was a very good thing as I was standing in a bedroom with a really big bed in it and the prospect of ***** hanging over my head like a big rain cloud that was either going to piss it down or only manage a small drizzle. Wow, I was thinking of ***** in terms of rain clouds, I really had to get out of this country!

Trixie.

I turned at the sound of my name, but couldn’t see the owner of the voice. Confused I walked over to where Millies voice had come from, I turned around on the spot, only feeling slightly stupid as I scanned the room.

I felt a breeze of cold air hit the back of my neck and then a hand grabbed hold of my wrist and pulled me back. I stumbled round to find, what I thought had been a floor to ceiling window, was actually a pair of patio doors. I joined Millie outside and she closed the glass door behind me. It wasn’t a big patio, just enough to fit a couple of chairs on. I placed my hands on the railings and looked out onto the city below, the view was breath taking. All the people of London going about their nightly activities, cars, buses, couples out for a stroll or taking the dog for a walk. Everyone oblivious to everyone else but still co existing in the same relatively small space, too busy to take the time to maybe stop and talk to someone new, get to know them. Yeah, hard liquors were never good with me. They usually turned me either into a philosopher, not that I’ve ever had a philosophical thought in my life, or would know what one was, or they turned me into a slurring, incoherent, rambling embarrassment. Luckily I hadn’t had enough for either of these delectable personalities to appear.