"We will Lorne, I'll make damned sure of that and think of me every time you watch a rugby match!"<br/><br/>She grabbed hold of Spikes hand and pulled him towards the door to Lorne's private rooms, opening it with her key.<br/>"I bet that slimey bastard's set fire to his own soddin' club...well more fool him I say."<br/>She headed up the stairs.<br/>"I'll make coffee and then we can get our stuff together, there's something 'not right' if thats the right phrase to use in all of this chaos."