xp_logs | Log: Amanda and Sarah

During the clubbing night in Brighton, set just after this post.

Shinobi and Sarah had been dancing just long enough (according to Shinobi, who really wasn't comfortable with it, but willing to try) when they were joined by Amanda, who suddenly appeared from out of the surrounding
crowd. She'd been wandering the floor, dancing with whoever had taken her fancy, until she'd spotted familiar faces.

"Havin' fun?" she said, grinning at Shinobi's obvious awkwardness.

"I am," Sarah nodded, one arm wrapped idly behind Shinobi's neck as she danced. "I think he would be if he wasn't so damned insistent on being responsible." He objected, and she rolled her eyes. "Oh, I'm sorry," she said dryly, "he just doesn't like to dance."

"No, he doesn't," Shinobi agreed. "But I don't mind watching," he added with a grin. "And Angelo's still over there on his own. Mind if I let Amanda cut in, luv?"

With a smirk, Sarah leaned up to kiss him, and waved her hand vaguely in the direction of where they had last seen Angelo. "Go ahead. Make sure he's not molesting Jono or anything."

He grinned and gave her hand a squeeze. "I will try my best."

Amanda watched the two of them with an amused expression. "Between you an' Shinobi, an' Frenchie mopin' over Doug, I'm gunna overdose on cute," she said wryly.

Sarah shot her a look, and crossed her arms over her chest. "Oh, shut up. You know you missed us." She grinned, getting back into the rhythm of the music. "You wouldn't have attacked us when you saw us if you hadn't."

Amanda grinned back, blushing just a little. "Well, maybe. Just a bit," she replied, teasing. "All right, a lot. But anyone says anythin' 'bout me pouncing on you two then I'm denyin' all knowledge. The snarky bitch rep is already holey enough, without it bein' known I hug people." She paused, peering over Sarah's shoulder. "There's some blokes over there checkin' you out."

"That's okay, we won't say anything about you, and you won't say anything about us missing you," Sarah said conspiratorially. She stopped dancing, and took a very deliberate look over her shoulder. Sure enough, there was a group of guys behind her who apparently liked what they saw. Laughing, she back to dancing. "Yeah, well, apparently this skirt does that to people."

"Can't say I mind it meself," chuckled Amanda. Then she smirked. "Oh, you've done it now."

"I like the boots more, but the skirt's not half-bad. No pockets for cigarettes though." She glanced over her shoulder, to see them making their way through the crowd. She raised an eyebrow in amusement. "Would it be too much to hope they don't know who I am?"

"Bloody hell, it is her!" came the exclamation, audible even over the music.

Amanda snorted. "Apparently so. Didn't think I was dancin' with a celebrity
now. Can I get an autograph?"

Sarah's eyes widened at overhearing the outburst, trying to hold back her laughter. She gave Amanda a mock-scowl. "No. Would you like a black eye instead?"

"Hey, no hittin' the recovering addict," Amanda laughed, holding up her hands in a placating way. "'Sides, it's all fair, ain't it? Shinobi's got his groupies, you've got yours..." Anything else she was about to say was cut off by the three young men - first year university students, by the looks of them - reaching them. They clustered around the two girls, at a respectful, non-threatening distance, of course.

"Um, I was, that is, we saw you, an', um, well, we were wondering if you were her. Shinobi Shaw's girlfriend," stuttered out one. They were not what either girl would have thought of as celebrity groupies, just ordinary students out for a good time.

Sarah eyed them with an amused smile on her face, nearly laughing at the spectacle of her first set of 'groupies'. She could take all three of these guys with her hands tied behind her back. She nodded. "Yeah. That's me."

"Bloody hel... I mean, that's just amazing, I never thought I'd meet you in person," blurted the spokesman, a blush fit to rival Doug's crossing his face. "Um, we were wondering, if you don't mind that is, if you could tell us your name? No-one seems to know, you see..."

"And we need it. For the website," chimed in another, this one the definite geek.

Amanda, meanwhile, was having trouble containing her laughter, but at the expression on Sarah's face at the mention of websites, lost it altogether, giggling helplessly. The boys looked over at her curiously.

"Don't mind me, lads," she spluttered. "You carry on."

Sarah was quite positive that she'd not had nearly enough to drink by now. Considering the fact that these boys were talking about websites, she was pretty sure the amount of alcohol needed to make this less weird would give even her a hangover. She tried for a second to make it make sense... it had to, right? But thinking wasn't on her list of things she could do effortlessly at the moment, thanks to the alcohol she'd been consuming, and Amanda's near-cackling right beside her.

She finally shrugged. To hell with it. "...Nice to meet you too? I'm Sarah."

"Sarah. It's, wow, it's um, a pleasure. A real pleasure," stammered the first fan, whilst the geek started scribbling something into the Palm Pilot he'd pulled out of his back pocket. The third, who hadn't said anything yet, nudged the first.

"Ask her!" he hissed.

"What? Oh, yeah." The leader turned back to Sarah. "Um, would you take a photo with us? Neil's got a camera in his mobile, and it'd mean a lot, and your, um, friend could take it for us so we're all in it..."

The request brought a fresh spasm of laughter from Amanda, and Sarah poked her, hard. "Ow!"

"Yeah, Amanda, make yourself useful." She shot Amanda a dark look over her shoulder, one that said 'Don't think I won't beat the everliving fuck out of you once these kids leave...'. Yes. Definitely not enough alcohol in her system for this. While the one boy spent a minute explaining how the camera in the phone worked, Sarah took a spot in between the other two boys. "Alright, it's only fair that I get your names, after all, you do know mine."

"Michael," the one who'd been doing all the talking offered. "That's Neil," he indicated the boy who owned the phone. "And Simon's our webmaster. Fuck, me mates aren't going to believe this..."

"Okay, nice smiles everyone..." said Amanda, still snickering. She contemplated telling them to get nice and close together, but the looks Sarah was giving her already meant impending doom and her outrageously good mood didn't extend to being that silly. She took the picture, and as she handed the phone back, she said. "Now then, lads, since Sarah's been so nice and accomodatin', how 'bout you buy her a drink? She looks like she could do with a nice shot of vodka..." She glanced over at Sarah as the three practically stampeded the bar. "Does gettin' you free booze mean you won't kill me?"

Sarah eyed Amanda, hands now placed on her hips. "Ask me after the vodka."