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She put aside her self doubts and looked forward to seeing Stephen again. She drowned her suspicion of his intentions in vodka.
Stephen showed up fifteen minutes early, and Louise answered the door confident and tipsy. She almost purred when he kissed her cheek.
"Come in, you big eejit. What did you bring?"
He reached into a blue plastic bag and pulled out four DVDs. He fanned them out for her.
"I wasn't sure what kind of stuff you liked so I brought a selection. A horror flick, a comedy, one about the Troubles and, in the unlikely event that you're a martial arts movie fan, a Jackie Chan one."
"I like horror. Let's watch that. But we should have a wee drink first. Beer or vodka?"
"Oh, God. Definitely a beer after last night."
"You big wimp." She laughed at his pretend insulted face.
"I'll start with a beer and see where it takes me, then."
"That's the spirit."
"I thought we could phone for the Chinese later. Didn't know if you'd be hungry for it now."
"Suits me. I'll be back in a minute. Sit down and relax."
She skipped into the kitchen. He'd impressed her with his thoughtfulness. Bringing four DVDs to make sure they could watch something they'd both enjoy. Simple things like that said so much about a person. She could get into a man like that. And she wouldn't be afraid to let him know. It just took a little confidence and a lot of attitude. She could pull off sexy and sure of herself.
Drinking three strong vodkas before he'd arrived helped.
If she drank another three, Stephen was likely to get lucky again. She almost giggled. Behave yourself, you wee hussy. She topped up her drink and lifted a tin for Stephen.
"Would you like a glass?" she asked as she handed him the beer.
"No thanks. This is grand."
Another point in his favour. He was happy to drink beer from the tin. No airs and graces.
She hesitated for a second then sat on the armchair instead of the sofa. She wanted to talk to him without craning her neck sideways. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at her. So talk to me, his expression said.
"Did you get up to much today?" Louise asked.
"Just did a wee bit at the gym. Then I went for a run. I should be doing a few things about the house, but I didn't have the head on me for it today. How about you?"
"Well, to be honest, I've just been waiting about to talk to Joe but he hasn't been in all day."
Stephen sat forward. "Really? Do you know who he's with?"
"Probably Wee Danny. I saw a couple of his other mates earlier on and they said they hadn't seen him."
"So he's not with the whole gang, then?"
"Gang? I'd hardly call them a gang. They don't even seem to like each other. Always calling each other names... Why the interest anyway?"
"Ach, no reason. Just wondering what he could be up to all day."
"You know what teenagers are like. Probably hanging about on corners, spitting and talking about girls."
Stephen grunted. "He should be here trying to patch things up with you."
Louise wracked her brains for a subject change. She didn't want to dampen the mood with talk about Joe. "Maybe we could stick the first half of the film on, eh? Then we'll take a break to phone the Chinese."
"Only if you come and sit beside me."
"Deal."
Being an old fashioned girl, she handed Stephen the remote controls. He got the film going and set the volume. Loud enough for the soundtrack to have the full effect, but low enough for them to whisper bitchy comments about the cast to each other. Stephen pretended not to be attracted to the young brunette heroine, claiming to have a thing for blondes, and she pretended to believe him. In turn, she lied about preferring passionate, red-haired Irish men to the tall dark and handsome types. They drank a little more and huddled close on the sofa. She jumped in all the right places and he squeezed her hand and chuckled. She couldn't remember having a nicer evening.
Then Joe came home.
They had just hit pause and were reading the takeaway menu when the unlocked front door opened
Stephen showed up fifteen minutes early, and Louise answered the door confident and tipsy. She almost purred when he kissed her cheek.
"Come in, you big eejit. What did you bring?"
He reached into a blue plastic bag and pulled out four DVDs. He fanned them out for her.
"I wasn't sure what kind of stuff you liked so I brought a selection. A horror flick, a comedy, one about the Troubles and, in the unlikely event that you're a martial arts movie fan, a Jackie Chan one."
"I like horror. Let's watch that. But we should have a wee drink first. Beer or vodka?"
"Oh, God. Definitely a beer after last night."
"You big wimp." She laughed at his pretend insulted face.
"I'll start with a beer and see where it takes me, then."
"That's the spirit."
"I thought we could phone for the Chinese later. Didn't know if you'd be hungry for it now."
"Suits me. I'll be back in a minute. Sit down and relax."
She skipped into the kitchen. He'd impressed her with his thoughtfulness. Bringing four DVDs to make sure they could watch something they'd both enjoy. Simple things like that said so much about a person. She could get into a man like that. And she wouldn't be afraid to let him know. It just took a little confidence and a lot of attitude. She could pull off sexy and sure of herself.
Drinking three strong vodkas before he'd arrived helped.
If she drank another three, Stephen was likely to get lucky again. She almost giggled. Behave yourself, you wee hussy. She topped up her drink and lifted a tin for Stephen.
"Would you like a glass?" she asked as she handed him the beer.
"No thanks. This is grand."
Another point in his favour. He was happy to drink beer from the tin. No airs and graces.
She hesitated for a second then sat on the armchair instead of the sofa. She wanted to talk to him without craning her neck sideways. He raised his eyebrows and smiled at her. So talk to me, his expression said.
"Did you get up to much today?" Louise asked.
"Just did a wee bit at the gym. Then I went for a run. I should be doing a few things about the house, but I didn't have the head on me for it today. How about you?"
"Well, to be honest, I've just been waiting about to talk to Joe but he hasn't been in all day."
Stephen sat forward. "Really? Do you know who he's with?"
"Probably Wee Danny. I saw a couple of his other mates earlier on and they said they hadn't seen him."
"So he's not with the whole gang, then?"
"Gang? I'd hardly call them a gang. They don't even seem to like each other. Always calling each other names... Why the interest anyway?"
"Ach, no reason. Just wondering what he could be up to all day."
"You know what teenagers are like. Probably hanging about on corners, spitting and talking about girls."
Stephen grunted. "He should be here trying to patch things up with you."
Louise wracked her brains for a subject change. She didn't want to dampen the mood with talk about Joe. "Maybe we could stick the first half of the film on, eh? Then we'll take a break to phone the Chinese."
"Only if you come and sit beside me."
"Deal."
Being an old fashioned girl, she handed Stephen the remote controls. He got the film going and set the volume. Loud enough for the soundtrack to have the full effect, but low enough for them to whisper bitchy comments about the cast to each other. Stephen pretended not to be attracted to the young brunette heroine, claiming to have a thing for blondes, and she pretended to believe him. In turn, she lied about preferring passionate, red-haired Irish men to the tall dark and handsome types. They drank a little more and huddled close on the sofa. She jumped in all the right places and he squeezed her hand and chuckled. She couldn't remember having a nicer evening.
Then Joe came home.
They had just hit pause and were reading the takeaway menu when the unlocked front door opened
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