"I have had a perfectly wonderful evening, but this wasn't it." - Groucho Marx

Nine o'clock on a Friday night. You know where I'd like to be? Hell, I can think of several places. That cute blond was supposed to be on tonight down at the Playground. You know, if I could still walk straight, after that keg the guys brought back to the Hive. No, I'm not talking about the alcohol content, either. Someof the Hive women...well, I won't go there. Especially since I  wasn't at the Hive. Nope. I was still in the fucking monkey suit, sitting behind a conference table, pretending to be interested in some big wig Pentex suit droning on and on. Don't get me wrong, I cared about what he was talking about. Hell, we were talking about taking out the fucking Garou in the city. I can get into that. But I was really starting to think this guy never was human. Bet he looked forward to this all week.