Inside the place was rocking and Frankie’s eyes lit up. ‘This is amazing,’ she said as she stared at the funky, trendy people cluttering the dancefloor. The music was different, amazing, and there was a handsome-looking guy with dreadlocks spinning the tunes. Everyone looked so relaxed and happy and Frankie had never seen anything like it.

‘Shall I get a drink? Everyone seems to be on water,’ Joey said to Dominic.

Older and wiser, Dominic laughed. ‘They take Es at these places; water’s all they drink.’

Joey stood with a confused expression plastered across his face. ‘What’s an E?’

‘Ecstasy tablets. New things out, they are. They’ve all been taking them in the City, where I work.’

With ears like a bat, Frankie turned to Dominic. ‘What do Es do? Have you tried one? Are they any good?’

Dominic smiled. ‘No idea, I’ve never taken one, but judging by the looks on the faces on the dancefloor, they’re all right. The guys I work with reckon they’re wicked. Apparently, you get this euphoric feeling when you take them and you just love everybody.’

Wandering back to her friends, Frankie ordered another round. ‘Four vodkas with pineapple and two vodkas with orange,’ she shouted to the barman.

‘Oi, stop pushing in. I was before you,’ a voice said.

About to let rip at the lad standing next to her, Frankie looked at him and, for the first time in her life, was totally lost for words. He was as fit as a fiddle, had dark, floppy hair and the brightest green eyes she had ever seen.

‘What’s up? Cat got your tongue?’ he asked her, laughing.

‘Go on, you go first,’ Frankie mumbled. She couldn’t look him in the eye – he was drop-dead gorgeous and making her insides go all funny.

‘I’ll have two lagers mate, four bottles of water and whatever this lady wants,’ the lad said.

Struggling to find her voice, Frankie turned to him. ‘I’m fine. I have my own money and I’ve got to get a round,’ she mumbled.

The lad laughed as he waved a big wad at her. ‘Can’t a man buy a lady a drink? I’ll get the round,’ he insisted.

With her eyes desperately searching for her brother and their mates, Frankie was annoyed that she couldn’t see them. ‘Whatever, just hurry up, I’ve lost the people I’m with,’ she told him.

The lad chuckled. ‘Ungrateful little filly you are, ain’t ya?’

As his face broke into a cheeky smile, Frankie smiled back. He had the most perfect teeth and appealing face she had ever seen.

‘I definitely recognise you from somewhere. Do you come down here all the time?’ he asked her.

Frankie shook her head. ‘Nah, first time I’ve been here. I like it though, it’s proper.’