Drabble: Wishful Thinking

"What could do with right now," said Lyle conversationally. "Is a cigarette."

"Not a hope for six million years," said Ditzy. "I'd settle for a decent pint. We can probably brew something round here."

"Not something decent," returned Lyle.

"Abigail Maitland. She'd make up for the Jurassic or whenever we are," said Finn.

"She wouldn't look at you twice, mate," scoffed Blade.

"Bet she would. You can tell she's a real goer."

"Watch it Finn, ladies present," muttered Lyle.

Four dubious pairs of eyes turned to look at Lacey.

She shrugged. "Finn can have Maitland if I can have Temple."