sugar and a razor blade, that's how baby dolls are made

Caoimhe, walked into Pozition, with a guy on her arm that she had met the night before. He had called her a freak, so she compulsed him into believing he was in love with her. She had him on a list of seven lads who believed that she was the one for them, just because she like to prove a point. She didn't feel anything for him, but he was fairly good looking.

She led him to the middle of the dance floor, just starting to get a rhythm going when she saw a girl approach them, with a look of fury upon her face. "What the fuck are you doing Nick?!?!" she hissed, grabbing Caoimhe's date away from her. "Oh my god!" Caoimhe screamed, doing her best to act shocked. "You told me you were single!" she said, to please the crowds.

Once an argument had been going on between the two girls for so long that everyone had lost interest, Caoimhe looked them both in the eyes, and whispered so quietly, that only them two could hear. "You have never seen me before." she told them before walking off to the bar.