Twisted Bitches

Music pumped into the club; Rock songs of the eighties on this themed night. The dance floor was packed with people mostly in their thirties enjoying the tunes from their younger days. The bar was crowded with groups of friends shouting to one another over the songs as they downed cocktails, pints and shots whilst eyeing up strangers who caught their eye. Not so much a club, more like a cattle market with people looking for drunken fumbles and one night stands with anyone willing. One such customer was Jacob Miller and - although the night was still young - he was already on the way to securing his fun for the evening. He had been chatting up a pretty brunette by the name of Harley for the last thirty minutes after first offering to buy her a drink. She had asked for a vodka and orange. She got a double and the same again when he bought her the second round. She was smiling, she was laughing at his jokes, blushing at his compliments and - unknown to him - planning on how to end his