late?’ said Simon.
‘Kind of. Emma
popped round.’
‘Ahh, I see.’
Mid sip, Tony
put his pint down and looked across at Simon. ‘What's that supposed to mean?’
he said.
‘Nothing,
nothing. Be late to meet us if it means spending more time with your little
girlfriend,’ Simon replied. ‘If I have to suffer through Andy's round selection
then I can at least get some gratification from winding you right up.’
‘Yeah yeah.
She's not my girlfriend,’ Tony said, playing it cool.
Andy now sipped
from his drink, finishing it off and placing it back down on the table. ‘Just
still friends?’ he asked.
‘Yes, that is
all we are and all we ever will be.’ Tony picked his pint up again. ‘Look, I
was about to celebrate the fact that I’d just saved the world and now you’ve
got me all depressed. I’m now going to have to drink heavily tonight for
completely different reasons.’ He downed over half his pint. ‘What you drinking
then?’
Simon waved his
half drank bottle of blue stuff at Tony. ‘It's really nice, you should try
some,’ he said.
‘Yep, it’s
good,’ Andy said in acknowledgement.
‘Think I’ll
stick to the pints for now,’ Tony said drinking once more from his own.
‘You don’t know
what you’re missing,’ said Andy.
‘Maybe later,’
said Tony.
Simon took
another sip from his drink with one eye on the girls next to him and once again
spat a little into his trusty pint glass.
‘Do you have to
do that?’ asked Andy.
‘Gotta put it
somewhere; be rude to spit it on the floor.’
‘Why spit at
all?’ Andy continued.
‘What are you
saying, does it annoy you?’ Simon said, one hand wrapped round the pint glass.
Andy looked
down at its contents and then quickly turned back to Simon. ‘Well, not annoy,’
he said. ‘But I am trying to enjoy a drink here. I don’t want to be constantly
reminded of the dregs of your last mouthful.’
‘Oh piss off,’
said Simon. He was about to spit into the glass one final time to annoy Andy
when his attention was grabbed by something else in the pub. ‘Look at that’, he
said.
Andy and Tony
both turned to witness the one thing that could put Simon off of his spitting
stride. What they saw was the most attractive girl to ever step foot inside The
Cheeky Half. With jacket and handbag tucked under her arm, she gracefully
walked up the stairs, her long red dress drifting over her legs, the movement
of her backside sending ripples all the way down to her feet. She had short
blonde hair, mascared blue eyes and a deep red lipstick that almost centred
attention to her stunning face. It would have if not for the delicate chain
that fell deep within her cleavage, arrowing towards the depths of her low cut
dress. She led a group of girls, each trying to reach the beauty of their
leader yet not quite matching it. They sat at a table across from Tony, each
with a drink colour coded with their dresses. They lit up their corner of the
pub with an exotic rainbow aroma of watermelon and cherry.
‘I’d drink
chorine for her,’ Simon said staring vacantly into the back of the girl in the
red dress.
‘Haven’t seen
her in here before,’ said Andy.
‘No, she's got
too much class for this place.'
Andy looked
across whilst Tony finished his pint. ‘And you can tell from here can you?’
‘Oh yes. Class
knows class when it sees it.’
‘So what are
you doing here then?’
‘Gotta keep the
plebs like you company haven’t I? Anyway, if you don’t believe me, go and ask
her.’
Tony glanced up
at Simon then took a brief look at the girl in red who had obviously said
something funny as all her mates suddenly burst out laughing. He turned back to
Simon. ‘I ain’t going up to a complete stranger and ask if they’ve got class.’
‘No. You won’t
go up to her and ask if she's got class because you don’t want to make your girlfriend
jealous,’ Simon said, a small smile forming on his face.
Even Andy
chimed in with a comment.
‘Kind of. Emma
popped round.’
‘Ahh, I see.’
Mid sip, Tony
put his pint down and looked across at Simon. ‘What's that supposed to mean?’
he said.
‘Nothing,
nothing. Be late to meet us if it means spending more time with your little
girlfriend,’ Simon replied. ‘If I have to suffer through Andy's round selection
then I can at least get some gratification from winding you right up.’
‘Yeah yeah.
She's not my girlfriend,’ Tony said, playing it cool.
Andy now sipped
from his drink, finishing it off and placing it back down on the table. ‘Just
still friends?’ he asked.
‘Yes, that is
all we are and all we ever will be.’ Tony picked his pint up again. ‘Look, I
was about to celebrate the fact that I’d just saved the world and now you’ve
got me all depressed. I’m now going to have to drink heavily tonight for
completely different reasons.’ He downed over half his pint. ‘What you drinking
then?’
Simon waved his
half drank bottle of blue stuff at Tony. ‘It's really nice, you should try
some,’ he said.
‘Yep, it’s
good,’ Andy said in acknowledgement.
‘Think I’ll
stick to the pints for now,’ Tony said drinking once more from his own.
‘You don’t know
what you’re missing,’ said Andy.
‘Maybe later,’
said Tony.
Simon took
another sip from his drink with one eye on the girls next to him and once again
spat a little into his trusty pint glass.
‘Do you have to
do that?’ asked Andy.
‘Gotta put it
somewhere; be rude to spit it on the floor.’
‘Why spit at
all?’ Andy continued.
‘What are you
saying, does it annoy you?’ Simon said, one hand wrapped round the pint glass.
Andy looked
down at its contents and then quickly turned back to Simon. ‘Well, not annoy,’
he said. ‘But I am trying to enjoy a drink here. I don’t want to be constantly
reminded of the dregs of your last mouthful.’
‘Oh piss off,’
said Simon. He was about to spit into the glass one final time to annoy Andy
when his attention was grabbed by something else in the pub. ‘Look at that’, he
said.
Andy and Tony
both turned to witness the one thing that could put Simon off of his spitting
stride. What they saw was the most attractive girl to ever step foot inside The
Cheeky Half. With jacket and handbag tucked under her arm, she gracefully
walked up the stairs, her long red dress drifting over her legs, the movement
of her backside sending ripples all the way down to her feet. She had short
blonde hair, mascared blue eyes and a deep red lipstick that almost centred
attention to her stunning face. It would have if not for the delicate chain
that fell deep within her cleavage, arrowing towards the depths of her low cut
dress. She led a group of girls, each trying to reach the beauty of their
leader yet not quite matching it. They sat at a table across from Tony, each
with a drink colour coded with their dresses. They lit up their corner of the
pub with an exotic rainbow aroma of watermelon and cherry.
‘I’d drink
chorine for her,’ Simon said staring vacantly into the back of the girl in the
red dress.
‘Haven’t seen
her in here before,’ said Andy.
‘No, she's got
too much class for this place.'
Andy looked
across whilst Tony finished his pint. ‘And you can tell from here can you?’
‘Oh yes. Class
knows class when it sees it.’
‘So what are
you doing here then?’
‘Gotta keep the
plebs like you company haven’t I? Anyway, if you don’t believe me, go and ask
her.’
Tony glanced up
at Simon then took a brief look at the girl in red who had obviously said
something funny as all her mates suddenly burst out laughing. He turned back to
Simon. ‘I ain’t going up to a complete stranger and ask if they’ve got class.’
‘No. You won’t
go up to her and ask if she's got class because you don’t want to make your girlfriend
jealous,’ Simon said, a small smile forming on his face.
Even Andy
chimed in with a comment.
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