jen and pren were terribly bored.gah,their plane to paris had been horribly delayed and here they were stuck in glasgow airport,too hot to have to endure such strife.they had read all of the fash and music mags on offer and were now sitting pouting and smoking. "pren,im going to get a jack n coke at the overpriced bar,can i get you one?"jen said tiredly. "yeah,sure,"pren said,"we should have just enough left in the crisis fund." so jen trundled off to the bar and took out a well pawed tenner.the barman was ugly but he checked her out anyway.she sneered. "2 jack and coke please." he poured them for her."fifteen quid please." "fifteen quid??fifteen fucking quid??"what was she to do?she and pren NEEDED bevvy but could not afford it!it was like an 80s brookside storyline with jimmy corkhill! "why dont i get that for you?" a deep, sultry,scottish voice said behind her. alex kapranos moved near her,wearing a charity shop striped shirt,tucked invitingly into his hi-waisted trousers.he slid a twenty pound note across the counter. "oh,"she said,"suddenly flustered."how kind of you." he looked her up and down wih his lusty blue eyes."not at all" she looked around for pren, but pren(again) was gone.and here she stood under the desiring gaze of kapranos,like a trapped lizard... "my friend's gone...."she turned her eyes on him,"would you care to join me?" "i thought youd never ask.."he said, in his deep,vibrato voice,as his arm encircled her waist and he led her to the smoking lounge. she could hardly breathe as she reagarded his skinny body,like a razor, sharp enough to cut thru her defences.she gazed at his asymmetric hair,longed to touch it with every urge in her body. they both knocked back their drinks... she could smell the jack on his breath,she felt quite tipsy as she'd had no food that day, or for 3 days,only fags. "I don't know your name,"he said,"but i dont care...take your white finger, slide the nail under the top and bottom buttons of my blazer...." she grabbed him by his vintage neon belt,his body was doing a conga of desire as they edged into the out of order airport toilets.he ran his shkinny hand thru her lustrous locks. "alex kapranos you want me "she breathed. with that,he grabbed her and kissed her with a ravenous hunger and they sank to the 80s tiled floor,with the passionate fumes of bleach rising a round them..... and MEANWHILE..... pren wondered where jen was with her bevvy.she had been sat there all the time but jenny was a fool and had looked for her in the wrong seating area. she sighed.and then she noticed him gazing at her from the seat across. why hadnt she seen him before?he had certainly seen her.nick valensi stared intensely at prerna,thru the dizzying haze of his rollup cigarette smoke.he motioned to her,would she like fag? she stood up, imperiously,and swaying her ass as she went, she sat down beside him. they said nothing.he rolled her cigarette....she watched his thin,guitar roughened hands and her breath caught in her chest.she imagined those hands on her... nick took the finished rollup and slid it slowly between her lips,gazing into her eyes... "nick,what about amanda?"she murmured. "Amanda??she's nothing to me,she never was,it was all rumours.she cant smoke a cig like you...." she placed a hand on his skinny,skinny leg,moved it up.it was like george michaels careless whisper video,only without the shorts. he took her hand and stood up.she could harly move as she watched him move a vision in drainpipes."well,come on"he said in his deep NYC voice. "where?"she breathed,leaving all the luggage to the fates hand... he simply beckoned her with his skinny urchin-like finger.they moved to the out of order toilets,his vintage tshirt hung partly out of  his low jeans,and she pulled on it with desire.she couldnt help it,she stripped it off his thin,pale body.out of the corner of her eye she saw jen and alex kapranos emerge from a cubicle,rumpled and lusty,but paid no attention as she wastoo enthralled with nick valensi pushing her against the white,tiled wall.the smell of toilet duck was intoxicating,but not more than the touch of valensi.... turns out they were all due to get on the same flight to paris so they all enjoyed a dirty weekend together proper mills n boon style and neither rock star was to know that their glasgow sexy goddesses were shagging members of their respective bands.........