"Well any more furniture you need moving... give me a shout.  Edward Blake, pleased to meet you."  He offers his hand to the pretty young girl.<br/><br/>"You want to move on somewhere? Sure... I've been around most places over the last year.  What are you and your friends into?  What counts as fun?Dancing, boozing?  Or perhaps midnight walks talking about poetry?"<br/><br/>He pushes the book into his jacket pocket.<br/><br/>"There's a club two blocks away, Nimmo's 69, that should get lively soon.  Cocktails aren't too bad"