"So just me and Melody?" Freya asked Morgan, "Because you know you want to risk being felt up by a wino who may be dead by morning." her smile was infectious.<br/><br/>"Ah, come on M, lets go buy something cheap and fizzy. Oh, and we can't just drink the good stuff because, well, its the good stuff? You have to save the good stuff for when they fine the owner of the market so hard that he can't sell to us anymore."<br/><br/>Freya set about covering her fashionably ripped classic GnfR shirt with a James Dean style leather jacket, which just happened to have a big 'Motorhead' patch on the back and 'Girlschool' ones on each arm. She bowed to Melody and offered her an arm, affected an upper class British guy accent "Would madame care to promenade with me to the purveyor of cheap booze, whereupon we shall purchase a staggering quantity of beverages of such low quality that I positively fear for my eyesight?"