Kelly grinned and nodded her head, she knew only too well how boys behaved. Michael had been forever bringing his mates around since she was a tot and always remembered them getting up to mischief. An idea would sprout up between them and they would see it through to its conclusion no matter if that included broken bones, bleeding noses or damaged bikes, skateboards or worse.<br/><br/><strong>"I've yet to meet a single guy to have a sensible idea" </strong>she smiled at her before turning to sip her drink,<strong>"that's what they usually have us around for."</strong><br/><br/>The place seemed all the quieter for the boys being in the back room, Kelly turned on her stool a little.<br/><strong>"You know how it is, with Michael inside Mom is a basket case. Trying to keep her above water and the businesses feels like a losing battle some days but ..."</strong>she raised her glass a little as if toasting some unseen entity,<strong>"I manage ... kind of have too. Would like to let my hair down once in a while but I'd look like a complete fish out of water."</strong><br/>She turned her gaze back to Christina.<br/><strong>"So what do you make of the club ... nice huh, or am I not allowed to use that word to describe it?"</strong>she laughed.