Hal leapt across the room, startling Alex slightly. "We should go out!" He cried, balancing precariously on the edge of the sofa. His eyes bright and shinning and a huge smile on his face.

Alex frowned. "What?"

"Out. Us. We. Go. Should." Hal said breathlessly.

Alex stared at him for a split second. "You hate going out."

"I think it will be really fun!" Hal cried almost centimetres from her face.

"Okay, your breath stinks," Alex said pushing him away.

"Why do you hate me?" Hal cried, flopping back.

Alex shook her head. "I don't hate you Hal."

"You do."

"No I don't."

"Then why haven't we slept together?"

"Because I'm dead!" Alex cried, closing her magazine. "I'm pretty sure it wouldn't work!"

"We should go out," Hal said it this time in a seductive manner. His fingers moved over Alex's neck tenderly.

"Have you been on the blood?" Alex raised an eyebrow.

"No…" Hal whispered, leaning towards her neck and kissing it lightly.

Tom barged in, slamming the front door behind him. He grabbed Hal under the arms and pulled him away from Alex.

"Sorry," He said. "Kitchen ordered in Kia-Ora… Hal got a hold of it."

"That's what he's like on Kia-Ora?" Alex asked.

"Yeah but give him a few hours he'll be right as reign," Tom reassured her. "Come on Hal, time for bed."

"Christ alive." Alex muttered scratching her cheek. "He acts like my brother when he's pissed. Except for the whole coming onto me thing. That would be weird."

Tom gave a bright smile before pushing Hal up the stairs.