I'm trouble

I'm at work and there's nothing to do at all. It took all in all two hours to do all the "must do's" and now here I am, with one hour left, sitting by the computer. Well, I shouldn't do this but my stomach hurts as well. My mind tells me there's a lot of things to do still, my hearts another.

A memory recently crossed my mind. Me and some friends were going into a club in central London called "Metro", a typical club playing indie music. However, we were quite tittering and one guard tells another in a low voice "trouble girls"