Frogspawn Swamp Nerds trying to dance.

Zane was headed north when he crossed a trail he recognized.  It was the chick from before, just... damn.  A little less interesting now.

Still, there was a chance right, that she was still down for a bit of fun?  It wasn't like the season hit and then bam, curtains till next year.  Zane prided himself in an intense knowledge of the female psyche, one that he in no way actually had, so he stepped out with an optimistic stride.

Until he got close, saw that she wasn't alone, and recognized the twerp talking to her.  Holy shit you had to be kidding.  :OI, HEY, DICKBAG?!  WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK WAS THAT?::  He hollered, stopping still where he was a ways off.  What the actual fuck was this kid doing here, chattin up a lady, when he'd left Zane holding the bag a few weeks back?

stevie has good ideas