"Hey I'll go where the spirit moves," says Jim, rubbing his hands together. Part of him is still unsure about tonight, but he's squashed that part as ruthlessly as he can, and Jim means to put every effort into enjoying himself.

Still, he slides a look at the bartender and frowns. The guy seems nice enough, but Bones could do way better. "What do you think?" he asks. "I haven't seen anybody for me yet."