all of this golden brown honey draped over my pillow.”
For the life of me I cannot think up a response to that. No witty retorts spring to mind like they usually do. All I can think is that I'd love that too, to lie in his bed with him, the sheets all messed up, as though we were lovers in some arty French film.
I can feel Nicholas' laughter against the back of my neck. “What, nothing to say to that Fred?” he asks huskily.
“ You got me. I'm completely speechless.”
His mouth is close to my ear again, and it's hard to think straight when he does that. “I'd like to see you speechless, breathless, panting...”
Embarrassed to the core by his words, I pull away from him and mouth “bathroom” before running off. In this moment I desperately need some distance between us. My inhibitions are so ingrained in me that even the most lethal brew of Poit í n couldn't strip them away. Poit í n (if you've never heard of it) is an Irish variety of moonshine that can contain as much as 95% alcohol. Needless to say, my insecurities are crippling; I'm just really good at hiding them. In the toilets I find Nora leaning against a cubicle door with her arms folded.
I nod to the cubicle. “Who's in there?”
Nora sighs. “Anny. She's getting sick. Too many vodkas and red bull.”
“ Ugh,” I bang on the door when I hear her heave into the bowl. “Anny you deserve to be sick after drinking that filth.” A glass is never the same again after it has played host to Red Bull. You can forever get a slight hint of the taste.
She manages a whispered, “Piss off Fred,” and for a second I feel bad for her.
I go over to the sink and splash some water on my face. “So, why are you being such an ice queen with Nicholas all of a sudden?” I ask Nora.
Another sigh, but no answer.
“ If you sigh one more time I'm going to drag you into one of these cubicles and dunk your head in the toilet,” I warn her.
“ I just don't get it,” she finally replies, turning to check her reflection in the mirror.
“ What's to get? He's a straight guy with a penchant for dressing up as a woman. He's also got one hell of a singing voice.”
“ He's straight?” Nora asks, eyebrows almost disappearing into her hair line.
“ Yeah, he told me earlier that he was. Think Eddie Izzard and replace the comedy with singing.”
“ Oh.” She pauses, a thoughtful look on her face. “I still don't get the whole drag queen bit. He's so bloody handsome, why can't he just be normal?”
I point a finger at her. “You have to get over your hang ups Nora. Human beings don't always fit into a perfect box the way you want them to.”
Her eyes narrow. “You're just loving this, aren't you? People have to be weird for you to want to be their friend.”
“ Very true, and you're my best friend, which makes you the biggest weirdo of them all.”
Just as I'm finished washing up I cup both my hands under the running tap and then splash the water right into Nora's face, before running out of the bathroom. She screams as the door slams behind me. A devious thrill runs through me. She can be so uptight. I love pissing her off sometimes, for entertainment purposes if nothing else.
Needing some air, I go out to the smoking area where I'm greeted by a calming cloud of nicotine. I've got a bit of a habit for socially smoking. I'm about to ask some girl if she's got a spare cigarette when I spot Nicholas, Sean and Harry all puffing away like chimneys over in the corner.
I march up to them and pluck Harry's smoke from his fingers, before shoving it between my own lips. “Give me that cancer stick,” I say. “I'm saving you from getting the black lung Harry, be thankful.”
“ I couldn't help myself, I haven't had one in months,” Harry admits guiltily.
“ You're welcome. I'll just finish this off for you, Good Samaritan that I am.”
Harry rolls his eyes and smirks at Sean, who grins back. Oh I'm definitely sensing a vibe of attraction between these
For the life of me I cannot think up a response to that. No witty retorts spring to mind like they usually do. All I can think is that I'd love that too, to lie in his bed with him, the sheets all messed up, as though we were lovers in some arty French film.
I can feel Nicholas' laughter against the back of my neck. “What, nothing to say to that Fred?” he asks huskily.
“ You got me. I'm completely speechless.”
His mouth is close to my ear again, and it's hard to think straight when he does that. “I'd like to see you speechless, breathless, panting...”
Embarrassed to the core by his words, I pull away from him and mouth “bathroom” before running off. In this moment I desperately need some distance between us. My inhibitions are so ingrained in me that even the most lethal brew of Poit í n couldn't strip them away. Poit í n (if you've never heard of it) is an Irish variety of moonshine that can contain as much as 95% alcohol. Needless to say, my insecurities are crippling; I'm just really good at hiding them. In the toilets I find Nora leaning against a cubicle door with her arms folded.
I nod to the cubicle. “Who's in there?”
Nora sighs. “Anny. She's getting sick. Too many vodkas and red bull.”
“ Ugh,” I bang on the door when I hear her heave into the bowl. “Anny you deserve to be sick after drinking that filth.” A glass is never the same again after it has played host to Red Bull. You can forever get a slight hint of the taste.
She manages a whispered, “Piss off Fred,” and for a second I feel bad for her.
I go over to the sink and splash some water on my face. “So, why are you being such an ice queen with Nicholas all of a sudden?” I ask Nora.
Another sigh, but no answer.
“ If you sigh one more time I'm going to drag you into one of these cubicles and dunk your head in the toilet,” I warn her.
“ I just don't get it,” she finally replies, turning to check her reflection in the mirror.
“ What's to get? He's a straight guy with a penchant for dressing up as a woman. He's also got one hell of a singing voice.”
“ He's straight?” Nora asks, eyebrows almost disappearing into her hair line.
“ Yeah, he told me earlier that he was. Think Eddie Izzard and replace the comedy with singing.”
“ Oh.” She pauses, a thoughtful look on her face. “I still don't get the whole drag queen bit. He's so bloody handsome, why can't he just be normal?”
I point a finger at her. “You have to get over your hang ups Nora. Human beings don't always fit into a perfect box the way you want them to.”
Her eyes narrow. “You're just loving this, aren't you? People have to be weird for you to want to be their friend.”
“ Very true, and you're my best friend, which makes you the biggest weirdo of them all.”
Just as I'm finished washing up I cup both my hands under the running tap and then splash the water right into Nora's face, before running out of the bathroom. She screams as the door slams behind me. A devious thrill runs through me. She can be so uptight. I love pissing her off sometimes, for entertainment purposes if nothing else.
Needing some air, I go out to the smoking area where I'm greeted by a calming cloud of nicotine. I've got a bit of a habit for socially smoking. I'm about to ask some girl if she's got a spare cigarette when I spot Nicholas, Sean and Harry all puffing away like chimneys over in the corner.
I march up to them and pluck Harry's smoke from his fingers, before shoving it between my own lips. “Give me that cancer stick,” I say. “I'm saving you from getting the black lung Harry, be thankful.”
“ I couldn't help myself, I haven't had one in months,” Harry admits guiltily.
“ You're welcome. I'll just finish this off for you, Good Samaritan that I am.”
Harry rolls his eyes and smirks at Sean, who grins back. Oh I'm definitely sensing a vibe of attraction between these
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