They agree to do the thugs a favour

Leah mouths a silent No, and Holly's fists unclench. There are four of them after all, and neither of the girls is much of a fighter.

We aren't exactly Space Marines, Holly thinks sheepishly.

She pipes up, flashing the thugs a nervous smile. "S-so you mentioned a favour? Maybe we can work something out, a-and we can all go our seperate ways?"

Leah's stomach churns, she's not exactly sure that a favour for these guys is going to be any better than anything else they have in mind.

They look put out, save for the thin grey alien, who remains impassive. He reaches into his jacket, and removes a small cylinder, which he holds between his long fingers.

"A simple transaction. One of you - I don't care which - smuggles this inside the club." He looks them up and down, "You're not wearing much, so you'll have to be creative. Hand it over to our colleague - he's wearing a blue jacket - and in return, I tell my associates here not to have their way with you."

Leah squints nervously at the capsule. Its dark, only about three inches long, and seems to have some kind of liquid inside.

"What exactly is that?" She fears some kind of poison, or... well... something unpleasant.

"You don't need to know. Do you want to spend the rest of the evening having a delightful time clubbing, or being taken in this alleyway like a pair of cheap sluts? Your choice."

From the grins on his friends faces, Leah is pretty sure which choice they're hoping for.

The girls exchange a look. Holly gulps. Leah nods.

"Alright. Fine. We'll do it." Holly nods, as if convincing herself. "And then we can just go on in?"

"Of course." Grey nods.

"But which of you is gonna carry it in?" Leers the Bat-faced alien. "I really hope its you shorty. I'll help you find a place to hide it."