"Hey - hey," Fen yelled over the music, laughing and happy and leaning forward to press his lips against his date's neck to finally - finally - get her attention. "Do you want a drink?" he asked, miming the action of taking a shot as he spoke. She nodded, and he smiled, letting her kiss him again before he wove through the crowd for the bar. He squeezed in next to a familiar face, and grinned, bright. "Hey! Have you had any luck with the bartender?"













