under control and carry on with the evening as normal for Brad’s sake. However, the more I drank, the braver I became.
‘America – which part, Disneyland, I expect,’ I taunted.
‘I actually live in Sarasota – beautiful beaches and plenty of golf courses. I give golf lessons for a living.’
‘Amy!’ Brad exclaimed, hurt by my attitude.‘Poor Sean, stop interrogating him!’
Every time I fired a question at Sean I’m not sure what I expected back, but I kept looking into his eyes hoping to just maybe get a flicker of recognition. But there was nothing there for me. No feeling whatsoever. How dare he!
By the time we had all eaten our dinner I was bursting to confront Sean. Loyal to Brad, I couldn’t say anything outright and then I had a cunning plan.
‘Let’s carry on chaps,’ I said expansively. The night is young and Pinks will still be open.’
‘You have to be young and nubile or mutton dressed as lamb to get in there,’ winged Anna.
‘Exactly,’ smiled Liv. ‘Let’s go!’
I was drunk and fuming in the taxi. Luckily H, Liv and Katie insisted we go in one cab and the boys go in the other. Anna, bless her, had already sicked up her Chicken Tikka in the alleyway next to the curry house and had decided to walk home as she only lived up the road.
‘What is it with you tonight, Ames?’ slurred H. ‘Brad’s boyfriend is drop dead gorge and seems like a really nice guy and you seem to be slating him.’
‘Nothing’s up, just a bit pissed. Reckon that first bottle must have been Chardonnay.’
That explanation was enough to shut everyone up as they had all been on the wrong the end of one of my Chardonnay-induced mad moments on some occasion or another.
The two bouncers looked us up and down as we arrived at the neon-fronted club. Liv managed to sidetrack them both, by virtually pushing her breasts into their faces, so that Sam, wearing strictly forbidden trainers sneaked through the big black double doors.
‘A request for Birthday Girl is obviously required. What do you fancy my sweet?’ asked Sam, who had been momentarily sidetracked by the two semi-naked dancers writhing in a cage next to the D.J.
‘It has to be “Staying Alive” I reckon!’ I replied. This was my chance!
‘Sean, Sean!’ I shouted. He was chatting to Brad intently at the bar. I had to be sure it was the false Declan before I caused any sort of scene. I had to dance with him alone.
‘Sean, let’s dance, baby!’ I dragged him away from Brad and proceeded to the dance floor. ‘Ah Ah Ah Ah Staying Aliiiivvvvveeeee,’ I drunkenly bawled over the din. I then started seductively pushing myself against ‘the impostor’ and began to undo the top button of his shirt. Brad was actually quite amused at this performance and ‘the impostor’ was playing along. Liv, H, Sam and Katie were beginning to get worried. When I was a party animal, I was most definitely a Tiger!
‘The impostor’ smelt gorgeous. Just being so close to him brought back memories of writhing around in Room 301. I pushed his shirt back off his shoulders and continued to gyrate against his groin.
‘Staying alive, staying allliiiveeeeeee!’ I continued to shriek. I then circled around to his back, pulled his shirt down further and looked at his left shoulder.
For one small minute I felt sick and sober at the same time. It was bare; there was no shamrock! The music changed swiftly to a dance number and Sean and I were ushered by the girls to a side-bar for fear of what I might do next. We luckily all managed to get a seat.
‘You can dance, I’ll give you that. Not bad at all for a girl!’ laughed the impostor.
‘So did I ask you what brings you over to sunny England, Sean?’
‘Amazingly you didn’t,’ he said nicely. ‘My twin brother is getting married next Saturday and I’m to be his Best Man.’
‘Yes, and I’m going to the evening do,’ Brad said proudly.
Sean had now hit the Jameson’s in a big way and suddenly
‘America – which part, Disneyland, I expect,’ I taunted.
‘I actually live in Sarasota – beautiful beaches and plenty of golf courses. I give golf lessons for a living.’
‘Amy!’ Brad exclaimed, hurt by my attitude.‘Poor Sean, stop interrogating him!’
Every time I fired a question at Sean I’m not sure what I expected back, but I kept looking into his eyes hoping to just maybe get a flicker of recognition. But there was nothing there for me. No feeling whatsoever. How dare he!
By the time we had all eaten our dinner I was bursting to confront Sean. Loyal to Brad, I couldn’t say anything outright and then I had a cunning plan.
‘Let’s carry on chaps,’ I said expansively. The night is young and Pinks will still be open.’
‘You have to be young and nubile or mutton dressed as lamb to get in there,’ winged Anna.
‘Exactly,’ smiled Liv. ‘Let’s go!’
I was drunk and fuming in the taxi. Luckily H, Liv and Katie insisted we go in one cab and the boys go in the other. Anna, bless her, had already sicked up her Chicken Tikka in the alleyway next to the curry house and had decided to walk home as she only lived up the road.
‘What is it with you tonight, Ames?’ slurred H. ‘Brad’s boyfriend is drop dead gorge and seems like a really nice guy and you seem to be slating him.’
‘Nothing’s up, just a bit pissed. Reckon that first bottle must have been Chardonnay.’
That explanation was enough to shut everyone up as they had all been on the wrong the end of one of my Chardonnay-induced mad moments on some occasion or another.
The two bouncers looked us up and down as we arrived at the neon-fronted club. Liv managed to sidetrack them both, by virtually pushing her breasts into their faces, so that Sam, wearing strictly forbidden trainers sneaked through the big black double doors.
‘A request for Birthday Girl is obviously required. What do you fancy my sweet?’ asked Sam, who had been momentarily sidetracked by the two semi-naked dancers writhing in a cage next to the D.J.
‘It has to be “Staying Alive” I reckon!’ I replied. This was my chance!
‘Sean, Sean!’ I shouted. He was chatting to Brad intently at the bar. I had to be sure it was the false Declan before I caused any sort of scene. I had to dance with him alone.
‘Sean, let’s dance, baby!’ I dragged him away from Brad and proceeded to the dance floor. ‘Ah Ah Ah Ah Staying Aliiiivvvvveeeee,’ I drunkenly bawled over the din. I then started seductively pushing myself against ‘the impostor’ and began to undo the top button of his shirt. Brad was actually quite amused at this performance and ‘the impostor’ was playing along. Liv, H, Sam and Katie were beginning to get worried. When I was a party animal, I was most definitely a Tiger!
‘The impostor’ smelt gorgeous. Just being so close to him brought back memories of writhing around in Room 301. I pushed his shirt back off his shoulders and continued to gyrate against his groin.
‘Staying alive, staying allliiiveeeeeee!’ I continued to shriek. I then circled around to his back, pulled his shirt down further and looked at his left shoulder.
For one small minute I felt sick and sober at the same time. It was bare; there was no shamrock! The music changed swiftly to a dance number and Sean and I were ushered by the girls to a side-bar for fear of what I might do next. We luckily all managed to get a seat.
‘You can dance, I’ll give you that. Not bad at all for a girl!’ laughed the impostor.
‘So did I ask you what brings you over to sunny England, Sean?’
‘Amazingly you didn’t,’ he said nicely. ‘My twin brother is getting married next Saturday and I’m to be his Best Man.’
‘Yes, and I’m going to the evening do,’ Brad said proudly.
Sean had now hit the Jameson’s in a big way and suddenly
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