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| English Slacker chapter forty-seven | |
| By chrismorton | ||||||||
| 26 August 2008 | ||||||||
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I didn’t think I was getting anywhere but after a while Holly’s leg was touching mine. At first I thought that it might’ve been by accident or something and then when her foot started moving up and down my leg I suddenly got the horrible thought that maybe the foot didn’t even belong to Holly at all, but I managed to catch her eye finally and she winked at me – yeah I thought this was pretty weird at first, but yeah, turned out Holly wasn’t as shy as she seemed. Anyway, like the next thing that happened was that the bell rang for last orders and Jo was asking what people wanted to drink (although she didn’t ask me) and then she was over at the bar and the other two girls suddenly got up to go to the loos together and then I was left there with Holly. Before I could say anything (which actually was quite a while and there was a bit of a silence at first) Holly came out with, “Do you remember me from Price-Savers?” and I said, “Yeah, of course,” and then, “Do you remember me?” and she was like, “I had a job interview,” and I said, “Really?” and, “When?” and then she sort of looked at me funny and said, “On Saturday,” and I was like, “Right,” and, “How did it go?” to which she replied, “Shit,” which made me kinda laugh. And actually, before I knew it I was going into all these Price-Savers stories which she was finding pretty funny – just about how slack I was and about the managers and Plant Pot and the trolley guy and Raver-Dave and Bog-Boy and that – and then she was telling me all about her interview and how badly it’d gone ‘cause she’d said stuff like how she was only looking for something for a couple of months and also how she’d been scared of, “The weird, scary tall guy,” interviewing her (who I guessed from her description to be Vader). So it was kinda going all right, and yeah, it was a bit hard to know exactly what the fuck was going on ‘cause her foot was still moving up and down mine the whole time, but weirdly it was as if I was on autopilot or something. Everything I was saying seemed to work. It was a bit embarrassing though ‘cause while we were chatting everyone (Bradby and Neale especially) kept looking at me as I was talking to her and making gestures at me; but she didn’t notice or anything. When the girls came back to the table we were quiet again, which was kinda annoying. But then all of a sudden Graz was standing there, all, “All right ladies?” and that, which I was pretty happy about ‘cause finally it gave them something else to focus on, and then he was asking if they were all going down 85s and they said that they were. It was around this point when I realised how much I was dying for a piss. And I remember looking at Graz and like willing him to get me away from them all. He finally looked back at me in the end though and said, “How’s it going?” and I said, “I’m dying for a piss,” and everyone laughed and then I sort of struggled to my feet, (it was almost as though I’d been glued to the chair for the past however-long-it-was) and before I knew it they were all up too and then I’d hardly got a chance to say, “Bye,” to Holly when they were all walking out the door; although Jo was sort of hanging back talking to Graz a bit but not for long.
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