Third Person POV
Mick stared at the shifters lazily leaning back in their chairs, some openly eyeing the unmated females, some who looked uncomfortable by all the attention while others openly lapped it up. The meeting was over, and everyone had gathered outside for drinks and nibbles, and to chat each other up. He and Neil were having some beers and talking, not really interested in the girls who all looked like they were high maintenance and gold diggers. Some resembled nothing more than high-class hookers by the way they dressed, leaving nothing to the imagination, practically spilling out of their skin-tight dresses. Or maybe they just gave off that vibe. Who knew? He guessed he was picky. Neil looked miserable. He took a swig of beer and then slammed it down on the table, looking pee
