Eight months was one hell of a dry spell, as far as Lucas was concerned. Back home, he'd go out, pick someone up, have an nice evening and that was that. Nautilus was different, smaller, with people in odd age brackets or even different species all together.

It was frustrating.

It was all about to pay off, though. Five seemed to think the same way he did, so Lucas was looking forward to a fun time. He knocked on the door, hoping that she wouldn't keep him waiting too long...