"I-we were...." [i]She stopped talking, but the memory could be seen on the screens. A drunken Theta, pole dancing on a table in a crowd. A somewhat handsome man jumping on the table and hugging her, whispering compliments and flirts. A suggestion they that should have intercourse. The man had jet-black hair, and bright blue eyes, with high cheekbones and a square jaw that was recently shaved. He carried her away from the crowd, and she vividly recalled him planting a feverish kiss on her; her blush reddened at that. A drunken reply of the events went through her head, her beginning to take off her clothing, before being shot in the heart, and the memories stopped there.[/i]