Along with the fashion side of Sim 66 a lot of readers enjoy the 1960s music that's used in the chapters. Like with the fashion, the songs that are embedded in the story are year specific (well, mostly) for 1966 although songs from earlier years are sometimes used as well as movie and TV soundtracks and, yes, I have skipped forwards to 1967 or 68 a couple of times because I wanted to use a specific song.
As another bonus for the upcoming 200th chapter I've compiled a YouTube playlist of all the songs featured in the first 100 chapters and you can listen to them here:
One of the best things about setting a story in the 1960s is that I get to depict a lot of groovy, swinging fashions in the screen grabs and it's one of the things the readers of Sim 66 like seeing as well. Using a combination of base game items and custom content it's got to the stage where every character, including premades and townies, can be decked out in period outfits.
As part of the research for writing the story I have a Pinterest folder that contains around 2,000 fashion images from the Sixties! They provide me with a guide and inspiration to create authentic looks. Every outfit that you see in the story is based on a real 1960s one. This post illustrates a few of them...if not exact replicas of the real photos then they are close approximations. I must congratulate and thank all the amazing content creators out there who have been inspired to create 60s cc and if you're one of those who's reading this and would like to create some more, please get in touch with me because I have a lot of material to provide for inspiration.
So here are some CAS outfits and the real photos that inspired them. I hope you enjoy it.
The day was just beginning as the people of the night shift exchanged places with those who lived and worked during the day. Central Willow Creek was just gearing up for another fine, Summer day. There was an optimism in the country right now: The space programme was just starting to deliver results and, for the very first time, it seemed like America was just ahead of the Russians in getting to the Moon. The war in Vietnam was going in the Allies favour as well. On the cultural front the Beach Boys were riding high with their critically acclaimed album, Pet Sounds but word was that within weeks The Beatles were going to launch their next album and word was it was going to be revolutionary in sound. Plus there was a tour by them in America soon after release of the record.
In Pack's Clothing, Barbara Dubois was doing one final stock check before opening the shop. Business was going well; there was now enough money for her to hire a full time shop assistant and word on the street was that Pack's was the place to shop for all the latest Mod gear.
So business was good, very good, and it was certainly keeping her on her feet. The choosing of what clothes to sell and putting outfits together for display was a real buzz but dealing with customers who wanted to be at the cutting edge of fashion...especially young people who wanted to look as cool as the top British Carnaby Street models...much like Barbara herself, made her feel like she was doing an important job for her community.
If she had any worries right now they concerned her boyfriend, Jeremy Saint. He was always considerate, caring and loving towards her and their time together was a joy. But he was clearly troubled by his thoughts.
Jeremy was leading a double life. On the surface he was a conscientious employee at the Landgraab Corporation with a brief to raise the public profile of the company. It was "yes sir, no sir" in public and he always handed his reports in on time and perfectly typed...
But he was also working to uncover the corruption and criminality of the very company he was working for. The Landgraabs had brainwashed him to turn on his friends, they wanted to destroy his neighbourhood and they knew the truth about the tree just outside of his house that was a portal to a mysterious grotto that seemingly defied science.
He had been working with a colleague to gather that information but with the recent high security checks in the corporation building they had to be extra vigilant to avoid being noticed.
...because the Landgraabs were always just around the corner, an ever present threat...
There were moments when Jeremy felt his courage might desert him. He just wasn't used to a life of intrigue and investigation...unlike his neighbour, John Action...
Like Jeremy, he wanted to get to the bottom of what was going on with the Landgraabs and their schemes. He knew things about the mystery that Jeremy didn't; darker, more sinister intrigues but like Jeremy he too had been subjected to a form of brainwashing...someone had wiped certain, specific memories from his mind. Two people were responsible but he only had the name of one...and she had completely vanished from view: No one could find her but Action was certain she was out there, somewhere.
The other person was a barely remembered face but, like his cohort, he was proving difficult to find as well.
Action gave the punchbag one last, powerful belt before he hit the shower and got dressed. He pushed thoughts of his investigations to the back of his mind as he headed into town to enjoy some time with his girlfriend, Katherine. Other than she was rich, intelligent and stunning what turned him on about her was her doggedness and that she wouldn't take his crap about "keeping safe from danger". She was the one person in his life who could speak frankly to him and keep his impulsiveness in check.
Action was getting known around town...he had his network of informants and his presence was well known in the bars and clubs in the inner city. An undercover cop he was not...
Another man who was known all around town was Alan Cuffe. He was keeping a watchful eye over his newest business venture, The Kitten Club. A popular night spot for the young, not so young but definitely fashionable. A physical, bricks and mortar representation of his magazine, Lothario, and the lifestyle it espouses: Free, sexually liberal and with the veneer of sophistication.
There were others who disagreed though...some called him a pornographer and that his magazine, with pictures of naked ladies in them, was pure smut but Cuffe played by the letter of the law and had avoided a couple of attempts to have him put out of business. Then there were the "Kittens". If the club was the bricks and mortar incarnation of Lothario and Cuffe's ideas, then the Kittens were the living embodiment. They were young, stunning women who adorned the pages of the magazine and who were a presence at the club in their figure hugging costumes; stylised cat outfits. Again, the detractors claimed they were being objectified and exploited but every one of them were there out of their choice. The life of a Lothario Kitten wasn't for every one of them...a couple had quit because it became too much, too intense and not what they hoped the experience would be...but the image of the Kittens seemed to embody the permissive society of today.
As Cuffe walked around his club, meeting and greeting the clientele and entertaining them with his anecdotes one would be mistaken for thinking he had reached the pinnacle of his life: He's the man who has a successful business empire, a millionaire living in a mansion in the most exclusive part of Sim City and surrounded by beautiful women. Yet his bonhomie was a facade: He knew too many dark secrets and was haunted by what he had seen and knew. There were things he discovered recently that almost drove him to madness. His live in assistant and sometime lover, Madelyn, had kept his growing fears and paranoia secret from the world and effectively ran the company on his behalf whilst he sought ways to regain his sanity. Few people knew that the slightly older Kitten, in her figure hugging outfit, was the one person Cuffe depended on but even she didn't know what his darkest secrets were.
In another hot nightspot in town, not too far away from The Kitten Club, another couple were dancing the night away but this couple had no secrets between them. Travis Scott and Summer Holliday had recently become engaged and tonight was a double date with their housemate, Liberty and her boyfriend, Gary at the Orange Peel Club.
This was perhaps one last opportunity to spend time going out as a group before the serious business of wedding planning began. Travis had been living with Summer for 2 years now and he knew, deep down, that he was always in love with her but it took him all that time for him to realise it. For Summer, she had loved him from afar for even longer: Back when they were in high school but Travis was that little bit older and was in an upper year from her so he never even knew who she was until they moved in together.
Marriage...he had only vague ideas what would be entailed on the day and then afterwards but he had resolved to learn on the job. Summer, however, was brimming with ideas; ideas she had since she was 12.
The houseshare happened by chance and their third friend, Liberty, wasn't to be left out or be a third wheel. She had found love with Gary; a young man with a romantic heart and a rich father. Liberty's cool, scientific mind complemented Gary's poetic and gentlemanly style. Would they go the distance? Well, so far, so good...
One marriage that seemed to be going the distance was that of George and Edna Sneedley. 18 years and still together. The late 1940s saw them emerge into the landscape of post-war America, where the rebuilding after the twin catastrophes of The Depression and WW2 began. They had an austere wedding but after the Korean War and George's discharge from the US Navy they had thrived under Eisenhower's presidency in the 1950s. The values of hard work, stable family life and love of community and country appealed to the Sneedley's and Edna's paranoia meant that she was kept busy trying to root out Communist spies wherever they lurked.
By the time of Kennedy's presidency the Sneedleys had it made. They had Sneedley Burrow, their home, constructed out of their own money, in 1962...complete with underground nuclear bunker. Edna adored the First Lady, Jacqueline Kennedy, and her style and modelled her wardrobe on hers.
And she wasn't the only one who admired the Jackie style...her husband, George, envied it as well (although he would never say so to Edna). His transvestism was starting to take over his life. Once an occasional hobby, he now had a fully fledged female alter ego: Beulah Boutee.
Now he was working and living a double life. As George he was a hotel chef, as Beulah he was a maid at the Landgraab mansion, working two days a week and no one suspected his real identity. How long could he keep up this life? He put that question well to the back of his mind. He was enjoying being Beulah too much.
So too was Joanna. She had her own secrets; once a streetwalker and now a college student. She was just starting to get ahead in life so absolutely no one could find out about her background.
But she had resolved to look forwards, not back. She would earn her place in the world and she figured she had time on her side, just starting out and trying to find who would be good to have by her side as she progressed...
It would be a hard sell trying to convince young Jamie McGregor that time was on his side. His parents would tell him that his life in high school was here today and gone tomorrow...that he had college, work and decades of life and opportunity ahead of him. Jamie couldn't see beyond next week. His social progress was at a snail's pace and he found that girls still struggled to remember his name or be impressed with him.
His main hope now was with his band, The Bluestones. If he could get a set list, practice some and get some gigs he would crack it with all the girls. They'd want to be with him and jocks like David Watts would envy him as well. He just needed his own guitar and not having to rely on borrowing one.
It had been a long while since Suzy had picked up her guitar and played. It sat there, in the living room, in between the TV and a bookshelf and it had more dust on it than either of the others. There just wasn't time to play with everything that was going on.
"OK, keep still just a moment longer..." said her husband, Neil.
"My nose is starting to itch" she replied.
"Let it...I'm almost finished here!"
"Why are you painting me? You specialise in landscapes, Neil."
"I want to branch out and try my hand at a portrait...and who better to paint a portrait of than the most beautiful woman I have ever met!"
"Awww, that's so sweet of you!"
"DON'T MOVE!"
Eventually she had to but only after another half an hour of standing still for Neil. For there was something that was weighing heavily on her mind, maybe the culmination of months of work that began with a torn page from an unknown book that promised all the secrets of Sim City. She now had the book the page was torn from but she approached reading it with trepidation. She had been threatened, chased, had her career attacked and had discovered many unsavoury things about certain citizens of the city. Scandals involving crime, drugs and even murder. There had also been a hint that Soviet or some other foreign power was meddling in the affairs of Sim City.
So many questions that needed answers and they lay in that book. She picked it up, sat down and began to read...The Hidden History of Sim City by Patrick Cornelius.
Joanna was trying to get through her homework, which was like trying to wade through molasses when she heard a pair of voices squawking and squabbling outside. They sounded like children and, no matter who it was, it was disturbing her concentration. She pushed her textbooks and coursework to one side, got up and walked to the front door.
There were indeed a pair of little girls having a shouting match right outside of Joanna's house.
"HEY YOU TWO...CAN IT!" Joanna yelled. The two girls looked shocked at being yelled at by a strangely dressed woman in enormous boots. They went silent, looked at each other and immediately ran away.
"Ah, peace at last..." said Joanna, returning to her desk. She hadn't realised there'd be so much reading and writing involved in studying for her psychology degree and now it felt like she was going to get cramp in her hand from all the scribbling she was doing.
Today she was doing a paper on the effect of natural medicines on the human nervous system and the history of mood altering drugs throughout history. Now she knew a fair amount about what drugs did to people...including herself...but only in recreational use or in those who were addicted. This paper, and the research material, was more about prescription medication. Still, she couldn't help but remember people in the San Myshuno ghetto tripping out on everything from weed to heroin. The higher up the chain of mind altering substances people went, the deadlier it got. Again, she felt grateful to have escaped that life...
By midday the paper was finished and she headed off to Britechester campus to hand it in to her professor; Jing Fen. If the difference between the Spice Quarter in San Myshuno and Willow Creek was huge, then it was off the charts when compared with Britechester. Even the gulf between the Creek and it was astounding.
"Someone sure had a lot of money to build this place!" she mused when stepping off the bus and onto the campus.
The sense of awe soon turned to a feeling of being an outsider once she stepped into inside the Darby building; a common area used by students to eat, study and relax whilst some professors had their offices there. One of them was Professor Fen, her main tutor, and it was to him that she had to hand her coursework to.
But the Darby building was imposing, not for it's architecture or interior decor but for the way the students and staff carried themselves. She noticed students gathered there in small groups all chatting, laughing and getting on whilst she was the newcomer, the loner, the outsider. She had met a few students but didn't know any of them well enough to have a conversation with. Growing up in a tough neighbourhood she had to be assertive but that wouldn't cut it in a place like this: The students were in cliques, they stuck by who they knew and were oblivious to anyone who they didn't recognise.
She walked right through into the main hall, trying to locate Professor Fen's office and it was like she was invisible to everyone else. A young male student brushed passed her as if she wasn't there. Joanna had a gnawing feeling in her stomach that the others could see straight through her; that she wasn't at Britechester because she had a good education or was destined to be a college student and therefore she was a fake. It was a feeling that the student body was rejecting her like the human body rejecting a transplanted organ.
But Joanna was not one to appear frightened or awed so she internalised her feeling of otherness. As she left the common room area and headed on to the academic offices she happened to run into Professor Fen.
"Yo! Prof!" she exclaimed when seeing him.
"Yo...prof?" he replied with disdain in his voice. "I am not 'prof' anything and I do not respond kindly to 'yo' either. And you are?"
"Ya, sorry...prof-essor. I'm Joanna Thompson, I'm in your psych class."
"You mean my psychology class?"
"Yeah, what I said. Anyways, I have my assignment here. It's about plants and herbs found in nature that have mood altering properties." She handed the folio to him and he took it, gingerly, as if he were handling a bomb.
Professor Fen said nothing but inspected the outside of the folio and turning the page to the introduction to give it a quick glance.
"Ah yes...Miss Thompson. I remember you now. Such a...distinctive...writing style" he said, in a deadpan manner.
"Is that good or bad?" Joanna replied with a puzzled look on her face.
Professor Fen opened up the folio she had just handed to him and read a page at random. "St. John's Wart'...oh, and by the way 'wart' should be spelled with an o, not an a. St John did not have boils. 'St John's Wort is well useful in treating depression and shit'...now whilst I agree with the premise that St John's Wort is a useful herb in treating depression, I'm going to need a better descriptor of its other properties than 'and shit'."
"So you want me to go into more detail?" asked Joanna.
"Better detail, and hold off from using profanities. You are a bright student from what I've seen of you so far, Miss Thompson, but this is Britechester, not the ghetto. I shall read this with interest later..."
"Thank you, Prof...essor" she said, correcting herself in mid-word.
Professor Fen took the folio and wandered off leaving Joanna alone once again in an environment she wasn't comfortable with. The groups had thinned out now as most had a class to get to leaving her almost alone in the study area with only a couple of students frantically scribbling away at desks left in the room. Now she didn't feel like people were either looking disdainfully at her or else blanking her socially she relaxed a little and wandered around, checking out the place.
As she was scanning the room her eyes met those of a fellow student who was working at one of the desks. The student had pale, white skin, short blonde hair and was wearing a peppermint green dress. Joanna had never met this girl before but she recognised her by sight as a fellow psychology classmate. There was an awkward moment of silence between the two as each had a flash of recognition of the other but neither had ever met before.
"Hey there" said Joanna, making the first move "I recognise you from psych class."
The other student looked intently at Joanna before answering, as her brain searched her memory to make the same connection. Finally she said "Oh yes, I think we do share the same class."
"The name's Joanna"
"Mine's Chastity."
"Chastity? You don't hear that name around much these days. Your folks religious?"
"No, they're both Mediaeval scholars at Yale...that's why they christened me Chastity although informally I'm known as Chase."
Joanna nodded. "I don't know the origin of my name; no one told me why I was given that name."
"It's Biblical. It means 'God is gracious' in Greek" replied Chastity.
"You knows your stuff!" said Joanna, impressed.
"I'm majoring in history with an elective in psychology plus having two parents who are academics helps fill my mind with all kinds of details." replied Chastity, who had a naturally haughty tone to her voice.
"Yeah, I'm just majoring in psych but I'm doing a bit of biology as well...in as much as it relates to my major. I gotta admit, I'm starting from scratch with this academic life."
"I see..." replied Chastity, who took in what Joanna was saying and how she was saying it as she weighed up in her mind what kind of woman she was dealing with. Friend? Foe? Potential ally or annoyance? She looked more closely at Joanna for more clues and, like a lot of people, she had noticed her choice of clothes and especially the thigh length boots.
"Interesting pair of boots you're wearing. Who is your bootmaker?" asked Chastity.
Joanna defaulted to her stock reply because the truth was embarrassing to anyone who didn't know about her background. "I don't know who made these, but I bought them at a market not long ago."
Chastity nodded and noticed that Joanna had sounded evasive when giving her answer. That too went into her mental notebook.
The relative peace of the library was momentarily disturbed by the sound of the front doors opening and a shaft of light from outside illuminating the subtle gloom of the old room. Joanna turned around to see who was entering the room and saw someone who she'd recognised as another student who had helped her navigate her way around the campus and the night life in Britechester in the first week at college. His name was Pace Tye and other than he knew his way around the place, she knew precious little about him.
When he saw Joanna and Chastity his face broke into a smile and he headed over to where they were sitting.
"Ladies, what's happening?" he said. "Now I believe we met a few days ago...it's Joanna isn't it?"
"Yep, and you're Pace." she replied.
"Pace Tye...finger in every pie; isn't that right, Pace?" said Joanna, coolly.
"What can I say? I get around and keep my ear to the ground" he said in a poetical manner. "Say, Chase, I hear you were responsible for that ruckus down at Pepper's Pub last night"
Chastity had a sly grin on her face when he mentioned that. "I wasn't there" she said, softly.
"Yeah, but you fixed things so that your ex-General could give his speech somewhere else whilst you leaked information that he would be down at Pepper's. Well played, Chase. Well played. You know your opponents are pretty pissed?"
"Maybe they shouldn't be so aggressive when it comes to guest speakers in the future? They want to play rough whilst I prefer to play with cunning."
Joanna's head turned from one side to the other as she tried to follow this conversation. "Say what's this all about?"
"Don't you know that Miss Chastity Faulkner is the bigwig conservative on campus?" said Pace. "She had this guest speaker down to talk about the fight against the commies..." and when he said that he stiffened his stance and did a military salute as a way of parody. "...her opponents, the radicals, tried to shut down the event but Chase double bluffed them and sent them to the wrong venue. A few parked cars got graffitied in response."
Joanna looked to Chastity for her reaction. That smug grin was still there and Joanna used her burgeoning psychology skills to quickly assess Chastity as a person who saw people as chess pieces in a game of her choosing.
"But enough about politics" said Pace as he sat down on the couch next to Joanna. "How are you finding life at Britechester?" he asked.
"Still finding my feet but, yeah, OK" said Joanna, calmly nodding and smiling to him.
"You strike me as the kind of person who works things out quickly; I'm sure you'll be fine here" he replied.
Joanna did work things out quickly; she had to all her life but only a few minutes ago she was intimidated by all the social networks that were around her. Now looking at Pace and studying his body language she assessed that he was a man comfortable in his surroundings and in himself. Or was that just a facade he wanted to project? Well, she was only at the beginning of her studies so she couldn't say for certain.
"If you need any help finding your way around, Joanna, just call on me. Anyway, ladies, I have to head off to a class now..." he said, standing up. "Oh, and Chase...just be careful with your schemes: One day someone will work out you're trying to play them and they might not take kindly to it."
Chastity's eyes narrowed and she peered at him. "Pace...one day you might actually have to pick a side." she said.
"There's only one side I'm on..." he replied whilst holding up his fingers in the V shaped peace sign. "...Freedom. Stay cool, baby." and with that he turned on his heel and left.
Chastity packed up her books into a shoulder bag, stood up and went to leave as well.
"Nice running in to you" said Joanna, giving her a light wave.
"Yes, and you" replied Chastity, nodding briskly, as she left the building.
Joanna was left there with just a handful of students in the library, all with their heads down with their work. She had a lecture to go to in one hour so she found the psychology section and started to read one of the prescribed textbooks for her course...
...before grabbing a bite to eat from a vendor in the campus quad.
There were two lectures she attended, one after the other, and then she was free for the rest of the day and evening. It seemed like Pepper's Pub was the place to be seen at so she headed on there, wondering if she would be met with the same cold indifference she had found on the campus itself.
There was indifference when she entered, but that was because there was hardly anyone in the pub at all. There were only two guys; one she had seen at the library who was this bald guy wearing glasses and lounge suit with cravat and a youthful and cute guy who was dancing on his own, lost in the music that was playing over a loudspeaker.
It was a catchy song which she hadn't heard before but she decided to let herself go (given there was hardly anyone there to notice) and danced her way to the bar. Finally, the students there noticed her and didn't give her a disapproving look.
"You've got some nice moves there" said the cute blonde guy as he approached Joanna.
"I noticed you've got one or two of your own" she replied.
"Mind if I join you?" he asked, smiling.
"Go right ahead" she said, smiling back at him.
"The name's Dwayne" he said.
"Joanna...I thought Dwayne was a cowboy name?"
"I'm from San Francisco, so not quite" he replied.
"You sure do dance nicely for a California boy...you study here?"
"Sure thing, I'm a freshman so this is my first time out of my home state"
"I'm in my first year as well...but Britechester might as well be as far away as San Francisco as far as I'm concerned."
They kept on dancing until the song had ended and then Dwayne offered to buy her a drink.
"A gentleman as well, I see" she said.
"Well, you dance so nicely it's the least I can do to show appreciation" he said.
Joanna checked out Dwayne. He had a cute glint to his eyes and his hairstyle was the height of fashion in young men these days. This guy had potential, she thought to herself.
"You're a long way from home, Dwayne" she said.
"Yeah...UCSF didn't teach the course I wanted to study and I didn't fancy moving south to UCLA or USC. I'm not quite Ivy League material so Britechester liked my grades enough and I've ended up here. And you? You said you're from far away?"
Joanna let out a laugh before answering. "You misunderstood...I'm actually from San Myshuno but with my background Britechester might as well be as far as San Francisco even though it's little more than 5 miles away."
"I haven't checked out downtown yet. Anything you could recommend seeing there?" he asked.
"Not where I'm from but if you avoid the trouble spots there's plenty to see and do." she replied.
"I might need to call on a tour guide..." he said, making it clear in his intonation that he would like that guide to be Joanna; something she picked up on easily.
"I could assist in that." she replied, smiling.
"OK, let's do that sometime...cheers" he said, raising his glass and clinking it to hers. They drank some more but Dwayne looked at his watch as he finished his drink and his eyes suddenly widened.
"Shoot! I've just noticed the time...I gotta get to a meeting on the other side of the campus. Joanna, this has been great meeting you and dancing. I'm serious about seeing San Myshuno so let's do that sometime."
"Just my luck today..." she replied, shrugging her shoulders. "Every time I get into a nice conversation with someone, they suddenly have to leave. The student life, eh?"
"I'm down here at Pepper's most evenings...let's meet again and soon. OK, see you." he said, giving her a little wave before he rapidly headed out of the pub. Joanna looked over the remnants of her drink and wondered whether she would see Dwayne again or not. Her introspection was interrupted by a new arrival in the pub, but one who already knew her.
"We meet again" said Pace, as he approached her. "Is this seat taken?" he asked.
"Go ahead" she replied, waving her hand in the direction of the chair. Pace sat down right opposite her.
"Are you OK for a drink?" he asked.
"I am for now, but if you're buying..."
"I'm buying. OK, I'll let you finish that one first. So...anything interesting happen since I last saw you?"
"Just a couple of lectures and then it was down here...say, what's with that T-Shirt?" she asked, pointing at the loud yellow shirt with a picture of a head with speech bubbles and a logo on the front.
"Debate club. That's where I've been this afternoon."
"Debate club? I thought that was only found in high school!" she said with a chuckle.
"It's a serious business at Britechester!" he replied, earnestly. "We're defending our title against Foxbury next week."
"Competitive arguing for a prize? Back where I grew up we'd argue all the time and there were no prizes on offer." she said, shaking her head.
"It's not about arguing like that: It's about being able to put across a coherent case for or against something in order to win over an audience. It really helps you think and work out your speaking skills." said Pace.
Joanna smiled and Pace noticed it. "What? What's so funny about what I just said?" he asked, confused by her reaction.
"Oh no, it's not what you said...I dig it. I was thinking about something that happened outside my home today: There were these two kids, little girls, having an argument and all it consisted of was them yelling at each other 'you are too!' 'am not!' 'are too!' 'am not!' over and over. You don't do anything like that at your debating club, do you?"
Pace laughed. "No way! But I've now got a picture of Chase and some other guy I know in the club having a debate exactly like that!" he said.
Joanna chuckled too but soon regained her composure. "Say, what is the deal with that Chase woman? To me she strikes me as an ambitious type."
"You got it in one" replied Pace, without hesitation. "To her, everyone and everything either advances her aims or is useless...and if she thinks it's useless she completely shoves it to one side. That includes people."
"I think she was trying to work out which category I fit in to." said Joanna.
"Most definitely" replied Pace. "I don't think she's quite worked you out yet and that intrigues her. I could see it in the way she looked at you."
"I've finished my drink" said Joanna, putting her glass down.
"But Chase is right about one thing..."
"What's that?"
"You are an intriguing kind of person. Let me get you another of those..."
