Over at his spot, James watched the pair at the bar. He couldn't really see Sarah's face, but he had noticed how many lads had tried to hit on her, unsuccessfully. He thought uneasily back at Josh's angry departure and decided that he'd probably head home and figure out what they were going to do about finding a new guitarist. James got up and headed towards the dance floor area of the club. He kept an eye out for David, just in case. Mattie and Charlie were dancing with a group of girls in the middle of the floor. James rolled his eyes. Typical. He managed to grab both the lads and haul them back to their table.
"What?" Mattie snapped, looking back at the girls. "Some of them are seriously fit mateage, you should come over yourself and take a look." Charlie nodded in agreement.
"I reckon we should call it a night and head home."
The other two stared at James as though he was insane.
"It's only 11:45!" Charlie reached over and felt James' head. "Are you feeling ok?"
"I'm not leaving those gals," Matt said firmly.
"Fine, bring them back with you, I don't care," James sniped. "Remember, the Casanova isn't around to tell us off. I just think we should go back. I'm sick of this." His jaw was clenching in and out. The other two exchanged a look and began to walk back to the dance floor.
"Ok, give us a minute and we'll go," Mattie called out to his bandmate.

Sarah didn't really want to leave. It was pretty late, but she was enjoying Danny's company. The laid back lad had given up trying to flirt with her, and they were beginning to get friendly instead.
"I've gotta go. It's way past my bed time," Sarah smiled apologetically at Danny. His eyes widened.
"Hey, it's only 11:50! The party's only starting!"
At that moment, a cocky blonde came up and oggled at Sarah. Danny gave him a back-off look and he took the hint. Sarah shook her head.
"I've kind of had enough of that for one night. I'll probably swing around this week though and we can talk again."
Danny looked hopeful. "Tomorrow night?" Sarah cast an uneasy glance at him.
"Just as friends of course," he added hastily. She nodded.
"Ok, I'll see you tomorrow." Sarah grabbed her bag and began walking out.
"Hey, you need a cab?" Danny called after her.
"Nah, I'm ok."
She walked outside into the alley. The queue for the bar had, incredibly, lengthened from before. It snaked all the way down the street, and Sarah noticed how the people had dressed up for it. 'Oh well,' she thought as she glanced down at her jeans and top. It wasn't even what she was comfortable with, but Sarah had enough sense not to simply rock up in her tracksuit. She began to pick her way across the road, passing several dark alleys. Although the streetlights provided some light, she was aware that she probably should have called a cab from the bar. With a frown, she turned left into a dim street.
Dammit, I'm lost. The club was only a block away, so she could go back there. As Sarah began to turn, she noticed someone behind her. Two someones to be exact. With a twinge of fear, she balled her fists, and lifted her feet slightly. The two men stood in front of her, blocking the way she had come. She peered closer, and with a sick sensation recognised the strangers as two bandmates in Genesis.
David was no where to be seen.
'What, he sends his mates to come and attack me?' She wondered. She figured she may as well try and walk past them. Not a smart move. One of them grabbed her arm, hard. Not a smart move either. Sarah spun and threw a punch straight at the guy's stomach, with most of her strength. He went down, but the guy behind her hauled her around the waist and slammed her into a wall. Slightly dazed, she brought her fists up and caught a sharp blow aimed at her head. Sarah backed up in shock. These guys really wanted to hurt her. She gritted her teeth together. Fine, they could play it their way.
Sarah feigned an upper cut at the one on the left, but followed it up with a hard right blow to his jaw. He staggered, and she pirouetted, spinning around to kick the other man in the ribs. Go for the weak spots, she reminded herself. Problem was, it was too dark, and going up against too almost fully grown lads wasn't easy when she couldn't see. Sarah followed up her blows with lightning punches at their throats and body. Sarah couldn't really reach their faces, but she was feeling pretty damn confident despite the flow of blood trickling down her face. 'Finally, all this working out and being with George has paid off,' she thought with a satisfied smile.
Then the two guys suddenly renewed their attacks, forcing her further down the street. That was probably why she didn't notice a shadow behind her. Didn't take in fast enough that someone had grabbed her and clamped a handkerchief around her mouth and nose. Sarah smelt Dendrolene and panicked. She could feel her mind shutting down, and although she threw punches that connected with body parts, she knew she was losing. A cold voice whispered sneeringly to her.
"Did you really think you would get away from me?" She felt a hand reaching to unbutton her jeans and she almost screamed in anger. But she couldn't move, couldn't scream. With the last bit of willpower she had, she kicked the man hard, where it would hurt the most.
Then someone slammed her into the wall and the darkness enveloped her.