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we going to get a fucking move on, or what?”
“Ah, our host bids you climb aboard the good ship Rusty Heap O’ Shite,” Tony said with a mock bow. “May God bless all who sail in her.”
“Why, thank you, good sir,” Dianne said with a small curtsey.
Laughing, Cam offered to take her bag and Dianne gave it to him gracefully. As he placed it in the back of the mini bus, he looked more serious.
“Sorry about that, back there,” he said.
Dianne frowned. “What?”
“‘ My property’ and all that bullshit. That was uncalled for.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Seeing as I was worried about whether you were going to take me to the continent and dump me in some foreign town, I think I prefer the proprietary bullshit.” She lifted her hand and pulled his face towards hers so that she could kiss him, something that made Tony whoop and James smile. Only Dan scowled at her as he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Well, it’s not much,” Cam said as the rest of them clambered in among the equipment, “but it’s home from home for the next few weeks.” The bus gave a lurch as Dan began to pull away.
“Good job we all get along like a loving, close-knit family,” Tony shouted out over his shoulder. “Isn’t that the truth, Danny boy?”
“Fuck off, you Irish cunt.”
“Daniel, Daniel, not in front of the ladies, please!”
“She can fuck off as well. At the very least, I hope she’s going to take up some of the driving, otherwise she’s a complete waste of space.”
“Dan, please,” Cam grumbled. “Give it a bloody rest.”
“As you can see,” Tony cut in with a smirk, “our good friend Daniel is the life and soul of any party. You’ll have to forgive his lack of manners—he was dragged up by wolves in the back streets of Manchester.”
“No, it’s okay,” Dianne said. “Anyway, he has a point. I can drive —I mean, it’s only fair I do something.”
“You don’t want to be responsible for this death trap,” James said, grabbing onto his seat as Dan flung the bus around a corner rather more aggressively than was strictly necessary.
“I bet it’s not what you were expecting,” Cam added rather apologetically.
“No, it isn’t,” Dianne said, “but I can see I was a bit misled by the hotel —which was very nice.”
“I didn’t realise Cam took you back there to appreciate the interior design,” Tony said with a leer, causing Dianne to blush. She ignored him, however, and continued: “I can see I was a bit misled by the hotel, and so I guess I was expecting one of those big, executive coaches. I can’t see Darius Optimus driving around in anything less than that.”
“Yeah, well, unfortunately we’re not Optima,” Cam said.
“No, we’re Black Ark and this is our little white ark —well, white except for the bits of the old rust bucket that are dropping off,” Tony added.
“That fucking bastard’ll be flying there,” Dan grumbled from the driver’s seat, “while we have to go by sodding ferry.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” James said rather dreamily. “I love ships.”
This caused Tony and Cam to laugh. To hide his irritation, Dan shoved a tape into what, Dianne realised to her slight astonishment, was a cassette player on the dash of the bus. A few seconds passed while the tape engaged and then the sounds of Sympathy for the Devil began to fill the confined space.
“I love this!” Dianne exclaimed gleefully. “Back in the days when the Stones were good.”
“You mean when Brian Jones was with them,” Dan called back over his shoulder, his tone somewhat arrogant.
“Precisely,” she replied. “They were never the same after he died.”
Cam chuckled at this. “I told you, Dan, she’s a smart cookie this one. You’re not going to catch her out that way.”
After less than an hour of fun if not entirely comfortable travelling, Dianne was glad to stretch her legs as they boarded the ferry to Calais. Tony and James had gone ahead like a pair of
“Ah, our host bids you climb aboard the good ship Rusty Heap O’ Shite,” Tony said with a mock bow. “May God bless all who sail in her.”
“Why, thank you, good sir,” Dianne said with a small curtsey.
Laughing, Cam offered to take her bag and Dianne gave it to him gracefully. As he placed it in the back of the mini bus, he looked more serious.
“Sorry about that, back there,” he said.
Dianne frowned. “What?”
“‘ My property’ and all that bullshit. That was uncalled for.”
“Oh, I don’t know. Seeing as I was worried about whether you were going to take me to the continent and dump me in some foreign town, I think I prefer the proprietary bullshit.” She lifted her hand and pulled his face towards hers so that she could kiss him, something that made Tony whoop and James smile. Only Dan scowled at her as he climbed into the driver’s seat.
“Well, it’s not much,” Cam said as the rest of them clambered in among the equipment, “but it’s home from home for the next few weeks.” The bus gave a lurch as Dan began to pull away.
“Good job we all get along like a loving, close-knit family,” Tony shouted out over his shoulder. “Isn’t that the truth, Danny boy?”
“Fuck off, you Irish cunt.”
“Daniel, Daniel, not in front of the ladies, please!”
“She can fuck off as well. At the very least, I hope she’s going to take up some of the driving, otherwise she’s a complete waste of space.”
“Dan, please,” Cam grumbled. “Give it a bloody rest.”
“As you can see,” Tony cut in with a smirk, “our good friend Daniel is the life and soul of any party. You’ll have to forgive his lack of manners—he was dragged up by wolves in the back streets of Manchester.”
“No, it’s okay,” Dianne said. “Anyway, he has a point. I can drive —I mean, it’s only fair I do something.”
“You don’t want to be responsible for this death trap,” James said, grabbing onto his seat as Dan flung the bus around a corner rather more aggressively than was strictly necessary.
“I bet it’s not what you were expecting,” Cam added rather apologetically.
“No, it isn’t,” Dianne said, “but I can see I was a bit misled by the hotel —which was very nice.”
“I didn’t realise Cam took you back there to appreciate the interior design,” Tony said with a leer, causing Dianne to blush. She ignored him, however, and continued: “I can see I was a bit misled by the hotel, and so I guess I was expecting one of those big, executive coaches. I can’t see Darius Optimus driving around in anything less than that.”
“Yeah, well, unfortunately we’re not Optima,” Cam said.
“No, we’re Black Ark and this is our little white ark —well, white except for the bits of the old rust bucket that are dropping off,” Tony added.
“That fucking bastard’ll be flying there,” Dan grumbled from the driver’s seat, “while we have to go by sodding ferry.”
“Oh, that’s okay,” James said rather dreamily. “I love ships.”
This caused Tony and Cam to laugh. To hide his irritation, Dan shoved a tape into what, Dianne realised to her slight astonishment, was a cassette player on the dash of the bus. A few seconds passed while the tape engaged and then the sounds of Sympathy for the Devil began to fill the confined space.
“I love this!” Dianne exclaimed gleefully. “Back in the days when the Stones were good.”
“You mean when Brian Jones was with them,” Dan called back over his shoulder, his tone somewhat arrogant.
“Precisely,” she replied. “They were never the same after he died.”
Cam chuckled at this. “I told you, Dan, she’s a smart cookie this one. You’re not going to catch her out that way.”
After less than an hour of fun if not entirely comfortable travelling, Dianne was glad to stretch her legs as they boarded the ferry to Calais. Tony and James had gone ahead like a pair of
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