Skye leaned forward and took sipped the last of her drink through her straw. I noticed Kevin trying to catch a peek down her dress and subtly kicked him in the shin. He coughed and looked away guiltily.

"Will you get us some real drinks? We'll pay for your next round," Heather asked.

"What is that, then?" Kevin glanced at her half empty glass.

"Coke. Not twenty-one yet." Heather flashed the X drawn on her hand by the doorman.

Kevin looked at me with an amused smirk.

"Come on, Ryan. Please?" Skye let a little whine slip in her voice. I cocked an eyebrow at her as she tried to...