Mr. Adamson's Mini Adventures - Mr. Adamson visits a club.

Mr. Adamson is dancing in a club, drink in one hand, cigarette in the other. when all of a sudden he notices a woman standing on the other side of the dancefloor. She appears to be all alone. Is this Mr. Adamsons big chance to make it big with the ladies?

Mr. Adamson casually does the "Walking to the dancefloor" dance. Pushing and brushing past a large crowd of other people.
When he finally gets there the woman is doing that half drunk dance. She looks convincingly sober.

"So, Wanna dance?" Says Mr. Adamson. in the most slimy way possible. He then puts his hand though his long hair.
"I already am." Says the woman, in a thick northen accent.
"Fuck off, she's mine!" shouts another female voice from behind.
"What??" says Mr. Adamson, as he turn arround.

*SPLOOSH*

The mystry woman chucks her pint over Mr. Adamson.
"Oh great, fucking lesbians" Mutters Mr. Adamson.
*WHACK* She then kicks Mr. Adamson in the shin.
"Great, I've said too much again" says a now depressed Mr. Adamson.