>>6057482>Provoke Annabel, imply Charlene got the audition by sleeping with Finlay etcYou get the feeling that it is becoming slightly crowded in the car now, with you and Lou crammed in either side of Annabel, and Bishop in the front with Charlene. The car is saturated with very potent cologne; Bishop seems to be putting on his "man-musk" filling the air with bizarre fruity scents of raspberries, woodsmoke and rum. Charlene recoils and winces in embarassment as he leans near her as she is driving, with Bishop wafting what you do have to concede are fairly alluring and seductive odours. Annabel, meanwhile, has become completely silent. You wonder whether she is merely having a pensive moment of self-reflection, or if there is some simmering fury-jealousy that is brimming inside her, waiting to erupt at the slightest moment's notice.
