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‘What?’
‘Look what I’ve got.’ He revealed a small bag of cocaine in his hand.
‘Where’d you get that crap from?’
‘Some guy sold it to me earlier. Fancy some?’
‘Not particularly.’ I washed my hands and walked towards the door.
‘C’mon, it’ll give you a buzz. No? More for me then!’
He locked himself in a toilet cubicle, while I waited for him. After a moment, I decided to give the stuff a go. I knocked the cubicle door and Michael grinned at me.
‘It’s not something I do often,’ he said. ‘Just a sometimes treat.’
‘Do me a small line and don’t tell Lisa. She’d kill me.’
Michael told me to flush the toilet while he did a line, so nobody would hear the deplorable snorting sound.
My heart pounded as he prepared a line for me. I wiped my clammy hands on my jeans and snorted the cocaine with a twenty pound note.
‘Now, rub some of it on your gums.’
‘That tastes horrible!’ I grimaced.
‘This stuff is good. Sometimes you end up buying washing powder.’
‘Your eyes are dilated.’
‘Your eyes are the size of small moons. Lisa’s gonna be looking into those bad boys all night!’ He laughed.
‘Right, don’t be obvious in front of her.’
‘Don’t be so paranoid.’
‘I’m not paranoid. Who said I was paranoid? You’re the paranoid one!’ I joked.
Lisa observed us shrewdly as we returned to the sofa.
‘You’re looking very chirpy,’ she said.
‘It’s the drink.’ Michael rubbed his nose and fidgeted like an idiot.
‘Want another one?’ I asked Lisa.
‘Sure. A mojito, please.’
‘Coming right up.’
Michael stood next to me at the bar, speaking in an alarmingly loud voice, as if he were delivering a monologue at the Royal Variety Performance about how good the cocaine had been.
‘You’re gonna get us into trouble if you’re not careful.’
I ordered the round and went back to the sofa.
‘Right, I make it to be quarter to eleven,’ Michael said.
‘It’s quarter to ten.’ Lisa glanced at her watch.
‘Well, at quarter to eleven I reckon we should make our way to a club.’
‘Sounds good.’ I shifted in my seat to make myself comfortable.
We fell out of the pub an hour later, screaming with intoxicated laughter as Michael came out with his usual nonsensical aphorisms. We’d made half a dozen sneaky visits to the loo before we entered a club at the end of St Mary Street. Michael and I drifted through the bustling crowd of clubbers, desperate to take a leak.
‘It’s a bloody sausage fest in here.’ Michael glared at the queuing men in front of us. ‘Where are the ladies?’
‘This is the men’s toilets, you silly git!’ I laughed.
‘Play with it more than twice and you’re shaking it!’ He poked one of the men in the back.
‘You really are very drunk!’
‘C’mon, Tinky Winky. Hurry up.’
We pushed our way to the bar a moment later. I kissed Lisa’s eyelids and she
‘Look what I’ve got.’ He revealed a small bag of cocaine in his hand.
‘Where’d you get that crap from?’
‘Some guy sold it to me earlier. Fancy some?’
‘Not particularly.’ I washed my hands and walked towards the door.
‘C’mon, it’ll give you a buzz. No? More for me then!’
He locked himself in a toilet cubicle, while I waited for him. After a moment, I decided to give the stuff a go. I knocked the cubicle door and Michael grinned at me.
‘It’s not something I do often,’ he said. ‘Just a sometimes treat.’
‘Do me a small line and don’t tell Lisa. She’d kill me.’
Michael told me to flush the toilet while he did a line, so nobody would hear the deplorable snorting sound.
My heart pounded as he prepared a line for me. I wiped my clammy hands on my jeans and snorted the cocaine with a twenty pound note.
‘Now, rub some of it on your gums.’
‘That tastes horrible!’ I grimaced.
‘This stuff is good. Sometimes you end up buying washing powder.’
‘Your eyes are dilated.’
‘Your eyes are the size of small moons. Lisa’s gonna be looking into those bad boys all night!’ He laughed.
‘Right, don’t be obvious in front of her.’
‘Don’t be so paranoid.’
‘I’m not paranoid. Who said I was paranoid? You’re the paranoid one!’ I joked.
Lisa observed us shrewdly as we returned to the sofa.
‘You’re looking very chirpy,’ she said.
‘It’s the drink.’ Michael rubbed his nose and fidgeted like an idiot.
‘Want another one?’ I asked Lisa.
‘Sure. A mojito, please.’
‘Coming right up.’
Michael stood next to me at the bar, speaking in an alarmingly loud voice, as if he were delivering a monologue at the Royal Variety Performance about how good the cocaine had been.
‘You’re gonna get us into trouble if you’re not careful.’
I ordered the round and went back to the sofa.
‘Right, I make it to be quarter to eleven,’ Michael said.
‘It’s quarter to ten.’ Lisa glanced at her watch.
‘Well, at quarter to eleven I reckon we should make our way to a club.’
‘Sounds good.’ I shifted in my seat to make myself comfortable.
We fell out of the pub an hour later, screaming with intoxicated laughter as Michael came out with his usual nonsensical aphorisms. We’d made half a dozen sneaky visits to the loo before we entered a club at the end of St Mary Street. Michael and I drifted through the bustling crowd of clubbers, desperate to take a leak.
‘It’s a bloody sausage fest in here.’ Michael glared at the queuing men in front of us. ‘Where are the ladies?’
‘This is the men’s toilets, you silly git!’ I laughed.
‘Play with it more than twice and you’re shaking it!’ He poked one of the men in the back.
‘You really are very drunk!’
‘C’mon, Tinky Winky. Hurry up.’
We pushed our way to the bar a moment later. I kissed Lisa’s eyelids and she
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