last! Dino poked his head out down the corridor. Everyone was standing still, heads turned to the opened door that was suddenly bellowing music at them.
‘Drink, drink, drink!’ he instructed them. If he got them drunk or stoned or something no one would even know whether they were having a good time or not. He herded them along to the kitchen and as soon as he was wedged into the corridor, someone turned the music up. It was so loud he couldn’t talk to his guests even a hallway and a room away. The bastards! His own mates! They’d reached two o’clock in the morning while everyone else was still at 5 p.m. Dino was furious. The crowd was so thick in the hallway he couldn’t even get back to the dance room without a fight. It was awful. Hang your coats there, no, put them in the boxroom, drinks, smoke in the garden please. He was turning into someone’s mother, for God’s sake! People were milling about in little groups not knowing what to do, it was pathetic. He felt like screaming at them, What’s wrong with you, don’t you know how to have a good time? Do you need
lessons
?
Suddenly he’d had enough. He fled the kitchen – leave the bastards to it – and made a dive for his friends in the dance room. He hid in the thick wall of music, drank a bottle of Ice Head quick, had a toke on a spliff and tried to relax. It didn’t work, so he rushed across the room, seized hold of Jackie and gave her a good snogging in a corner for ten minutes.
It was perfect. It silenced conversation utterly. No one likes to interrupt a good, hard snog. By the time he’d done, someone tapped him on the shoulder, he was feeling cool already. Jackie hung in his arms, her face turned up, ready for more – ready for anything by the looks of her. Dino answered the question about coats, and gave it to her again.
‘Oh,
Dino
!’ She pushed herself right up against him and stroked his face and whispered right in his ear, ‘That was some kiss. Oo-oo-oo …’ she panted, which made Dino feel very good indeed. The next time they came up for air again Dino was ready for a look around. It was getting there. The music was down so you could hear people if you screamed, the dance floor was moving, people were talking.
He’d done it. He’d survived by snogging with a good-looking girl in the corner of the dance floor. Cool or what? And now it was safe to go and mingle. Jackie had other ideas. She was thinking, Right, right. She could see Sue scowling and trying not to look at her over people’s heads, but she’d made up her mind. Tonight was the night. She just had to shag Dino. She was going to do it right now. She’d take him upstairs and ride him like a …
‘Come on,’ she said, pulling him into her. But Dino was already turning away.
‘Just a bit …’
‘Dino! Where are you going?’
‘Got to go see, Jacks. Won’t be long.’
‘Dino!’
But it was too late. Dino was out of the door and off to socialise. He had no idea how close he’d just got. Furious, Jackie looked over at Sue, who was talking loudly in a corner and refused to meet her eye.
Dino did the rounds, shaking hands, five high, five low, great do! How are you? Things were looking good.
‘Welcome to the Guesthouse Dinoroso,’ he whispered to himself, and imagined that he was walking on air and that everyone was looking at him shyly, out of the corners of their eyes. He elevated his power-beams to a foot above everyone’s head so they had nothing to worry about. Fasil was doing great with the music – he didn’t have to worry about that. He didn’t have to worry about anything.
What did you expect? Yeah – Dino did a great party. He walked up the hall and around the kitchen. He snogged Grace by the back door – it was a party, it was what people did – and coolly resisted her suggestion to go for a walk. Back inside, as he passed down the hall, he met with Ben in the hall, staring at something on the stairway. As Dino came up to him he saw what it
‘Drink, drink, drink!’ he instructed them. If he got them drunk or stoned or something no one would even know whether they were having a good time or not. He herded them along to the kitchen and as soon as he was wedged into the corridor, someone turned the music up. It was so loud he couldn’t talk to his guests even a hallway and a room away. The bastards! His own mates! They’d reached two o’clock in the morning while everyone else was still at 5 p.m. Dino was furious. The crowd was so thick in the hallway he couldn’t even get back to the dance room without a fight. It was awful. Hang your coats there, no, put them in the boxroom, drinks, smoke in the garden please. He was turning into someone’s mother, for God’s sake! People were milling about in little groups not knowing what to do, it was pathetic. He felt like screaming at them, What’s wrong with you, don’t you know how to have a good time? Do you need
lessons
?
Suddenly he’d had enough. He fled the kitchen – leave the bastards to it – and made a dive for his friends in the dance room. He hid in the thick wall of music, drank a bottle of Ice Head quick, had a toke on a spliff and tried to relax. It didn’t work, so he rushed across the room, seized hold of Jackie and gave her a good snogging in a corner for ten minutes.
It was perfect. It silenced conversation utterly. No one likes to interrupt a good, hard snog. By the time he’d done, someone tapped him on the shoulder, he was feeling cool already. Jackie hung in his arms, her face turned up, ready for more – ready for anything by the looks of her. Dino answered the question about coats, and gave it to her again.
‘Oh,
Dino
!’ She pushed herself right up against him and stroked his face and whispered right in his ear, ‘That was some kiss. Oo-oo-oo …’ she panted, which made Dino feel very good indeed. The next time they came up for air again Dino was ready for a look around. It was getting there. The music was down so you could hear people if you screamed, the dance floor was moving, people were talking.
He’d done it. He’d survived by snogging with a good-looking girl in the corner of the dance floor. Cool or what? And now it was safe to go and mingle. Jackie had other ideas. She was thinking, Right, right. She could see Sue scowling and trying not to look at her over people’s heads, but she’d made up her mind. Tonight was the night. She just had to shag Dino. She was going to do it right now. She’d take him upstairs and ride him like a …
‘Come on,’ she said, pulling him into her. But Dino was already turning away.
‘Just a bit …’
‘Dino! Where are you going?’
‘Got to go see, Jacks. Won’t be long.’
‘Dino!’
But it was too late. Dino was out of the door and off to socialise. He had no idea how close he’d just got. Furious, Jackie looked over at Sue, who was talking loudly in a corner and refused to meet her eye.
Dino did the rounds, shaking hands, five high, five low, great do! How are you? Things were looking good.
‘Welcome to the Guesthouse Dinoroso,’ he whispered to himself, and imagined that he was walking on air and that everyone was looking at him shyly, out of the corners of their eyes. He elevated his power-beams to a foot above everyone’s head so they had nothing to worry about. Fasil was doing great with the music – he didn’t have to worry about that. He didn’t have to worry about anything.
What did you expect? Yeah – Dino did a great party. He walked up the hall and around the kitchen. He snogged Grace by the back door – it was a party, it was what people did – and coolly resisted her suggestion to go for a walk. Back inside, as he passed down the hall, he met with Ben in the hall, staring at something on the stairway. As Dino came up to him he saw what it
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