Whew. This was getting awkward.<br/><br/>Simon continued to mill with his single glass of wine, staring off at nothing in particular. He had caught glimpses of both Becca and ... actually he hadn't caught his patient's name, which just showed what kind of business he was in. The women (and man? he hadn't gotten a good look at the ghoul) sat rather close to each other, and would be chatting it up with drunken tales of revelry, anecdotes about missing negligee, and inappropriate compliments because he thought it would be -cooler- to stay a few seats away.<br/><br/>Again.<br/><br/>He really had to sort this out. This was the third bar in a row he was going to end without even making eye contact with someone of the opposite gender, he had to do something drastic.<br/><br/>"First time in Vegas ... where are you from?"<br/><br/>He sent that lady a question. Ladies -love- questions.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>