Simon thought that he might have heard her wrong over the loud music--or maybe "Skip" was just a nickname--but it didn't really matter when suddenly there was an extremely attractive girl draping herself over him.

A girl. A real one.

Simon froze for a moment, unsure about this new development, before the little voice in his head that always kept him so tightly wound decided to take the night off and he found himself moving closer to her, letting her guide him.

Well, what the hell. Why not.