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It would have been a fine evening with anyone other than Greg.  Sharon had never been to an underground nightclub before and she thought the sweaty, sticky atmosphere and thumping music was great.  She leaned in and cupped her hand to Greg's ear, "Would you like to dance?"  Greg rolled his eyes and went back to looking at the other patrons, having far more fun than Sharon.  She kept watching Greg.  He scratched his ear with his left index finger, drawing his hand casually in front of his face, sniffing it on the way by.  She wondered why she was there, or anywhere, with him.