She couldn't quite make this one out, sitting with her head leant back on the wall, smoking couldn't quite make it out at all.<br/>A couple walked into the club, the door opening gave her a clearer picture as she caught the chorus.<br/><br/><em>"Jeez.....pass me the knife Spike I'll slit me wrists now....K D bloody Lang for godsakes, Christ I'm only in the soddin car park." </em><br/><br/>For a brief moment she resented the fact that he was so clingy and seemed so dependant upon her.<br/>Then she just shrugged the feeling off, he was just as he was, nothing more and nothing less , what else could she expect from the shit he'd been through anyway?<br/>She took a drag of her cigarette and opened one eye as a couple of daemons walked past her from their car and on into the club.