honked their horns at her. She was
obviously feeling the effects of all those vodkas, and Max had to
pull her out of the way.
“Are you mad!”
he said, shaking her.
“I’m just
having fun!” she replied, still laughing and slurring her words.
“Anyway, I can’t run fast in these heels…” as she spoke, she took
them off and carried them in one hand. Max held her other hand and
pulled her along. She trotted after him, bare foot.
They caught up
with Chrissy and Scott. Scott was doing his best to get back into
Chrissy’s good books, but with only partial success.
“I’m sorry! I
lost my temper, that’s all! I was trying to protect you!” He kept
trying to hold on to her arm, but Chrissy kept fending him off.
“I don’t need
protecting!” she replied. “I’m not a baby!”
All the time
they argued, Louise noticed how Victoria watched them so intently,
her eyes narrow, and her expression hard. It was as if she was
jealous. But why would that be?
Then Jo called
out, “Oh, give him a break, Chrissy! Scott’s the best lad to come
your way in ages!”
Chrissy turned
to her in annoyance. “Shut it, you! You make me sound like a nun!
And he is not the best lad to come my way!”
“Yes he is!
You’re just too fussy!”
“I am not
fussy!”
“Prove it,
then!”
Chrissy stared
at her, but didn’t reply.
And Angela
said, “Yeah, Chrissy! Prove it!”
Chrissy became
conscious of everyone staring at her and quickly relented. She
looked at Scott, took a deep breath, sighed, said, “Oh, come on,
then!” and walked away.
Scott followed
her. As he walked along, he turned, put his hands together in
supplication, and mouthed, “Thank you!”
As they walked
across Piccadilly Gardens, Louise tried to keep close to Victoria,
while John was obviously trying to keep close to her. He kept
coming between them, trying to shepherd her away. Louise resisted,
and looked to Victoria for support, but Victoria was too busy
staring after Chrissy and Scott to notice.
John talked to
Louise constantly, asking her where she worked, or where she lived,
or if she was seeing anyone. Gradually he got round to asking her
out. She said no, and tried to put him off, but he wouldn’t give
up. He kept asking why not, and Louise wasn’t sure if it was the
drink speaking or the glimpse of Angela’s cheeky grin, but she
suddenly announced in a very loud voice, “Because I’m a lesbian!
Alright?”
Why was
Piccadilly so quiet when she said that?
Everyone
laughed, and Angela almost had a fit. Even Louise saw the funny
side. But it finally put John off, and he moved away.
Her outburst
also had an unexpected effect on Victoria. She was shaken from her
fixation on Chrissy and Scott and quickly came over. She put her
arm around Louise’s shoulder, and hugging her close, she whispered,
“Nice one, Louise! You’re learning!” Then she raised her head,
grinned, and stuck her tongue out at John.
Victoria showed
no intention of moving away, so Louise seized the opportunity to
put her arm around her waist. Victoria didn’t seem to mind, and
they carried on walking like that. Louise held onto her, pressing
the palm of her hand against Victoria’s stomach, feeling her skin
and the muscles beneath moving as she walked along. Louise was
ecstatic. Things couldn’t have been going better.
They headed
down Market Street towards Deansgate. Chrissy and Scott were in the
lead, followed by Louise and Victoria, Jo and Max, and Angela and
Andy, who had also seemed to pair up. Only John was now on his own.
He walked along despondently with Angela and Andy.
They took a
short cut through St Ann’s Square, and halfway across they passed a
group of boys heading in the other direction. One or two of the
boys still held glasses of beer they had brought with them from the
last pub or bar they had visited. Victoria’s brief outfit instantly
caught their attention, and they all whistled at her and called out
lewd comments as they went
obviously feeling the effects of all those vodkas, and Max had to
pull her out of the way.
“Are you mad!”
he said, shaking her.
“I’m just
having fun!” she replied, still laughing and slurring her words.
“Anyway, I can’t run fast in these heels…” as she spoke, she took
them off and carried them in one hand. Max held her other hand and
pulled her along. She trotted after him, bare foot.
They caught up
with Chrissy and Scott. Scott was doing his best to get back into
Chrissy’s good books, but with only partial success.
“I’m sorry! I
lost my temper, that’s all! I was trying to protect you!” He kept
trying to hold on to her arm, but Chrissy kept fending him off.
“I don’t need
protecting!” she replied. “I’m not a baby!”
All the time
they argued, Louise noticed how Victoria watched them so intently,
her eyes narrow, and her expression hard. It was as if she was
jealous. But why would that be?
Then Jo called
out, “Oh, give him a break, Chrissy! Scott’s the best lad to come
your way in ages!”
Chrissy turned
to her in annoyance. “Shut it, you! You make me sound like a nun!
And he is not the best lad to come my way!”
“Yes he is!
You’re just too fussy!”
“I am not
fussy!”
“Prove it,
then!”
Chrissy stared
at her, but didn’t reply.
And Angela
said, “Yeah, Chrissy! Prove it!”
Chrissy became
conscious of everyone staring at her and quickly relented. She
looked at Scott, took a deep breath, sighed, said, “Oh, come on,
then!” and walked away.
Scott followed
her. As he walked along, he turned, put his hands together in
supplication, and mouthed, “Thank you!”
As they walked
across Piccadilly Gardens, Louise tried to keep close to Victoria,
while John was obviously trying to keep close to her. He kept
coming between them, trying to shepherd her away. Louise resisted,
and looked to Victoria for support, but Victoria was too busy
staring after Chrissy and Scott to notice.
John talked to
Louise constantly, asking her where she worked, or where she lived,
or if she was seeing anyone. Gradually he got round to asking her
out. She said no, and tried to put him off, but he wouldn’t give
up. He kept asking why not, and Louise wasn’t sure if it was the
drink speaking or the glimpse of Angela’s cheeky grin, but she
suddenly announced in a very loud voice, “Because I’m a lesbian!
Alright?”
Why was
Piccadilly so quiet when she said that?
Everyone
laughed, and Angela almost had a fit. Even Louise saw the funny
side. But it finally put John off, and he moved away.
Her outburst
also had an unexpected effect on Victoria. She was shaken from her
fixation on Chrissy and Scott and quickly came over. She put her
arm around Louise’s shoulder, and hugging her close, she whispered,
“Nice one, Louise! You’re learning!” Then she raised her head,
grinned, and stuck her tongue out at John.
Victoria showed
no intention of moving away, so Louise seized the opportunity to
put her arm around her waist. Victoria didn’t seem to mind, and
they carried on walking like that. Louise held onto her, pressing
the palm of her hand against Victoria’s stomach, feeling her skin
and the muscles beneath moving as she walked along. Louise was
ecstatic. Things couldn’t have been going better.
They headed
down Market Street towards Deansgate. Chrissy and Scott were in the
lead, followed by Louise and Victoria, Jo and Max, and Angela and
Andy, who had also seemed to pair up. Only John was now on his own.
He walked along despondently with Angela and Andy.
They took a
short cut through St Ann’s Square, and halfway across they passed a
group of boys heading in the other direction. One or two of the
boys still held glasses of beer they had brought with them from the
last pub or bar they had visited. Victoria’s brief outfit instantly
caught their attention, and they all whistled at her and called out
lewd comments as they went
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