There you go then, [kavinsky says. they pull out further from the 'night life' zone, and the lights start to grow a little less neon, a little further apart. people walking around in -- more clothing, instead of what passes for club wear across the multiverse. it turns out that no matter how diverse cultures are, in general, when you're trying to get sexy, you forego shapeless sweaters and coverup.]

Who's that blond guy, anyway? The one who was pimping you out on the fucking Internet the other week. When you were trying real hard not to look touched and sentimental.

[his smile is sly as a rabid fox's. flashing headlights take them fast into the dark, the whole car vibrating with something akin to anxiety.]