"Sounds like a plan." Ptricia nodded. She was in her regular Sabbaton t-shirt and jeans combo, the same one she'd been wearing when she originally applied for the job with Chris.<br/><br/>"Know any good ones? And by good, I mean low, scruffy and kind of rough around the edges. I feel a night of low dissapation coming on, the sort that ends up in someone else's bed, someone elses's stomach, or a jail cell. Sometimes all three."