It's only a little bit, but here goes..
Twiggy & Lucas
The tribe of clones were more than happy with where they?d ended up for the evening. Lucas had been unable to put his finger on the sense of restless unease that had plagued him since his creation, but he had a feeling that what he really needed was to kick back and relax for a bit, and these ladies looked like just the sort of people who could help him out with that.
One in particular had caught his eye, a curvaceous redhead in a little black dress who seemed more than a little surprised by the sudden influx of uninvited, but very welcome guests. Lucas ordered two vodka Russchians from the bar and headed across the room.
?You look like you could use one of these,? he said, holding out a glass to Twiggy.
?Erm, yes,? she replied. ?We weren?t expecting anyone else to turn up?especially not you.?
?Well,? he answered softly, ?Here I am, so?what?s next??
His bright blue eyes locked with hers, challenging her to come up with an equally flirtatious answer, but before she had a chance, the music changed. Marvin Gaye?s ?Let?s Get It On? drifted from the speakers.
Lucas silently took the glass from Twiggy?s hand, put it on a nearby table and led her to the dancefloor?