feel rather warm. Bloomie pours herself, Rugger Robbie, Eugene and Kate a shot, then leans over and pours anothershot in Mitch’s mouth. He gurgles appreciatively. Robbie offers me the dregs of his shot. I shake my head and try not to make eye contact.
Harry bounds into the kitchen. ‘My turn for cocktails! I’m making a Sticky Surprise.’
I exchange glances with Bloomie, and we head to the living room, followed by Eugene and Kate. The Irish guys have cleared all the furniture to one side, and are holding a rhythmic gymnastics competition cheered on by the whole crowd. At the moment, one guy is doing an absolutely beautiful routine with an invisible ribbon. He dips and jumps, swirls and turns, and it’s breathtaking, till Mitch runs in from the kitchen and rugby-tackles him to the side of the room.
The Jager has just hit my central nervous system, which is not an unpleasant feeling. Someone turns the music up, and Bloomie and Eugene climb onto a coffee table and start dancing. Kate takes out her phone, reads a text and heads towards the garden with a stressed look on her face. Hmm, something going on there.
Then I look up to see that Jake has just walked in from the garden and is looking at me. We make eye contact. I look away quickly.
Ignore him. No, that’s rude. Say hi. No, ignore him.
I look back at him, as if seeing him for the first time, and acknowledge him with a quick nod. He nods back. It’s so swift that it makes me smile.
As he starts to walk over to me, I evaluate my Jagerunkness. It’s certainly given me a kick, but that’s why I did them. I can handle it. Don’t I have a mantra for potentially indimitating situations? I mean…portently intimidating situations? I mean…what?
‘Mistress of the Minx cocktail,’ he smiles. ‘Having fun?’
‘I…yes. Yes, yes, I am.’ Where the fuck is my mantra?
‘You’re a very silly girl for drinking Jager like that, did you know that?’
He was watching me doing Jager shots?
‘It’s been a bad week. And don’t call me a silly girl. I am a silly WOMAN.’
‘A very silly woman.’
‘Mmmmmm,’ I say. He has very nice eyes. And I really do like his shoulders. At least I don’t have that buckling tummy feeling anymore. I don’t feel much of anything, actually. Bzzzzzjagerbuzz. ‘I think I ought to go home.’ I do? Do I think that?
‘Probably,’ he agrees. ‘I believe you just did two enormous shots of a 70-proof drink in less than three minutes. Where’s your partner in crime?’
‘She’s there,’ I say, pointing at the coffee table, and look up to see Bloomie, but she and Eugene have disappeared. Outside for a snog and a cigarette, I expect.
‘Shall we go sit outside and have a little chat while you sober up a bit?’ asks Jake.
I look up at him and frown.
‘No. Nooooo. Nonono.’
‘Sheesh, don’t overreact. It’s not like I’m asking you on…a date.’
This sobers me slightly. I look him straight in the eye. My powers of deduction are drunk. He doesn’t seem to be making fun of me, but his eyes are laughing.
‘Your eyes are laughing,’ I say.
‘What?’ he says, and starts laughing out loud.
I’m not sure what to say, so I don’t say anything at all, but smile at him. Shit, I shouldn’t be smiling, that’s like flirting. I try to scowl instead and end up making what I fear is a very odd face.
‘I feel glazed,’ I say. Where did that come from?
‘You look glazed,’ he nods, then leans in towards me slightly. ‘But you—’
At that exact second, Kate walks up to us quickly. ‘I’ve got to go home, sweetie, I’ve got a cab outside…’
Thank God. I can’t remember the Dating Sabbatical Rules right now, and I probably couldn’t even read them if I got the damn sheet out of my clutch, but I’m pretty sure I’m close to breaking them. I look over and see Robbie in the kitchen screaming ‘BEER BONG!’ I’ve got to get out of here.
‘Can I come?’
‘Of course! But, like, I’m really
Harry bounds into the kitchen. ‘My turn for cocktails! I’m making a Sticky Surprise.’
I exchange glances with Bloomie, and we head to the living room, followed by Eugene and Kate. The Irish guys have cleared all the furniture to one side, and are holding a rhythmic gymnastics competition cheered on by the whole crowd. At the moment, one guy is doing an absolutely beautiful routine with an invisible ribbon. He dips and jumps, swirls and turns, and it’s breathtaking, till Mitch runs in from the kitchen and rugby-tackles him to the side of the room.
The Jager has just hit my central nervous system, which is not an unpleasant feeling. Someone turns the music up, and Bloomie and Eugene climb onto a coffee table and start dancing. Kate takes out her phone, reads a text and heads towards the garden with a stressed look on her face. Hmm, something going on there.
Then I look up to see that Jake has just walked in from the garden and is looking at me. We make eye contact. I look away quickly.
Ignore him. No, that’s rude. Say hi. No, ignore him.
I look back at him, as if seeing him for the first time, and acknowledge him with a quick nod. He nods back. It’s so swift that it makes me smile.
As he starts to walk over to me, I evaluate my Jagerunkness. It’s certainly given me a kick, but that’s why I did them. I can handle it. Don’t I have a mantra for potentially indimitating situations? I mean…portently intimidating situations? I mean…what?
‘Mistress of the Minx cocktail,’ he smiles. ‘Having fun?’
‘I…yes. Yes, yes, I am.’ Where the fuck is my mantra?
‘You’re a very silly girl for drinking Jager like that, did you know that?’
He was watching me doing Jager shots?
‘It’s been a bad week. And don’t call me a silly girl. I am a silly WOMAN.’
‘A very silly woman.’
‘Mmmmmm,’ I say. He has very nice eyes. And I really do like his shoulders. At least I don’t have that buckling tummy feeling anymore. I don’t feel much of anything, actually. Bzzzzzjagerbuzz. ‘I think I ought to go home.’ I do? Do I think that?
‘Probably,’ he agrees. ‘I believe you just did two enormous shots of a 70-proof drink in less than three minutes. Where’s your partner in crime?’
‘She’s there,’ I say, pointing at the coffee table, and look up to see Bloomie, but she and Eugene have disappeared. Outside for a snog and a cigarette, I expect.
‘Shall we go sit outside and have a little chat while you sober up a bit?’ asks Jake.
I look up at him and frown.
‘No. Nooooo. Nonono.’
‘Sheesh, don’t overreact. It’s not like I’m asking you on…a date.’
This sobers me slightly. I look him straight in the eye. My powers of deduction are drunk. He doesn’t seem to be making fun of me, but his eyes are laughing.
‘Your eyes are laughing,’ I say.
‘What?’ he says, and starts laughing out loud.
I’m not sure what to say, so I don’t say anything at all, but smile at him. Shit, I shouldn’t be smiling, that’s like flirting. I try to scowl instead and end up making what I fear is a very odd face.
‘I feel glazed,’ I say. Where did that come from?
‘You look glazed,’ he nods, then leans in towards me slightly. ‘But you—’
At that exact second, Kate walks up to us quickly. ‘I’ve got to go home, sweetie, I’ve got a cab outside…’
Thank God. I can’t remember the Dating Sabbatical Rules right now, and I probably couldn’t even read them if I got the damn sheet out of my clutch, but I’m pretty sure I’m close to breaking them. I look over and see Robbie in the kitchen screaming ‘BEER BONG!’ I’ve got to get out of here.
‘Can I come?’
‘Of course! But, like, I’m really