The fresh air was good. Even though the ban on smoking in enclosed public places had been around for years now, people still ignored it, especially in places like that, where it wasn't actually<i>tobacco</i>they were smoking anyway. Arguably the smoke from pot was a lot less harmful, but the simple fact that it was still illegal meant smoking it was a crime whether it was inside or out, so the smokers ignored both laws. Abi tried to avoid it as much as possible, simply because she preferred to have a clear head, but tonight was her night off, hence the alcohol and the club.<br/><br/>They walked hand in hand down the street, and Abi led the way through the backstreets of Soho. No, this would never do, she decided, and slipped an arm around Pen's waist instead. That was better. Two women walking through Soho dressed like they were would often attract unwanted attention from men, but if they were clearly<i>together,</i>they might get the occasional homophobic comment, but propositions tended to be fewer in Abi's experience. Plus she wanted to feel this woman's body against her own. Pen was trying to make conversation, and Abi giggled. "Yes I'm single." She had no room for a relationship in her line of work, after all.... Relationships were built on trust and who would trust a con-woman? "You are too, I presume?" She laughed at the string of questions. "Yes, well, a good kebab is a relative thing. Any kebab tastes good after a few drinks, and a bad kebab is great if you really overdid it. Gives you something in your tummy, to get rid of...!" She grimaced and laughed. "You're a pretty spontaneous lady yourself, sweetie. I'm pretty sure if I hadn't kissed you you were going to kiss me!" She grinned. "Ah, now that's a rather interesting question to answer. I'm something of an entrepreneur, I find people with money to invest, and I help them find the right scheme to invest in, and of course I take a cut of the profit, or a cut of the capital, depending upon the actual risk involved in the individual scheme." It was a tale she'd told a hundred times or more, usually to a potential mark, but it was also a useful cover story for when someone wanted to know about her. Often her tale would be met by a request to find a scheme to invest in, which was the desired response from a mark, but from an acquaintance she usually replied that she didn't have anything suitable on the books at the moment but she would keep an eye open. Friends, unfortunately, were a commodity she could not usually afford.<br/><br/>"What about you? What does the lady with the angelic hair do to keep it so white? And how do you earn the money to do so?" Abi ran her fingers through her date's gorgeous white locks. She made her way across one road and turned right, along that road a way, then left again, crossed a busy pedestrianised street and down an alley. They passed all sorts of eateries, Italian, Indian, Fish and Chips, burger places, wine bars, clubs, pubs, cocktail lounges. Assailed by the night's noises and smells, finally Abi stopped in front of a brightly lit place that had Greek Cypriot music blaring out, accompanying the most delicious smell of charcoal grilled lamb. "Here we are. It's not the poshest place in the world, but the meat is always cooked and it's always the real thing!" She grinned and ushered Penny in. "Hey Luka, it's your best customer, Abi. I've brought you another victim!" She grinned. Luka was getting old, and while he definitely remembered her face he always admitted he was terrible with names.<br/><br/>"Abbey? I know dis face, but I dunno, de names dey 'scape me. I gettinks old is what. Whats can I be gettink yous both?"<br/><br/>Abi grinned. "Two of you finest donner kebabs, with all the trimmings. Is it okay if we eat in?"<br/><br/>"Chore tinks. I brink to your table. Pick de table...?" Luka gestured expansively at the almost empty seating area. A young couple was canoodling in the corner over a plate of sheik kebabs, and that was about it. Abi shrugged. It was early yet. Places like this got busy around ten or eleven and it was barely nine. She led Pen to a table against the wall, and sat herself facing the front of the shop.