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| English Slacker chapter forty-eight | |
| By chrismorton | ||||||||
| 27 August 2008 | ||||||||
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When I came back from the bogs I headed straight back to the table where everyone had been but no one was sitting there any more. I looked around and spotted Graz on the other side of the pub by the door talking to someone so I went over there. He was with a couple of blond girls, not really chatting them up, more talking I reckoned so I stood there for a while hoping to join in but after a bit I realised that I’d just been standing there saying nothing for a little too long so I went off to find the others. There weren’t as many people in the pub by then, just the odd group finishing up and most of them were standing about and getting their stuff and the bar staff were walking around clearing all the shit and telling people to, “Drink up,” and that. I wandered towards the back of the pub and found Neale and Duncan coming out of the bogs. Neale was well pissed: He came up to me sort of stumbling, saying that I was, “The fucking man,” or something and then asked if I could, “Hook me up with one of her mates,” before going on about how much of a, “Bitch,” his girlfriend was. Duncan said, “Don’t worry about him man, he’s wasted,” and asked me if I fancied, “Rolling one up,” before we went to 85s. And then he suddenly pointed over at Bradby who was in the corner minesweeping all these drinks from one of the big tables over there and Neale started laughing hysterically, calling Bradby a, “Fucking scab!” Bradby came over with three half empty drinks in his hand, asking me if I wanted one and I said, “Fuck yeah,” and took the bluey-red one and downed it. Then this bar maid came up saying we had to go and Bradby and Neale started being lippy and that, and Bradby was saying, “How about one more drink?” and when she replied, “We’re closing,” he said, “How about we go upstairs then?” and we were all laughing and she was getting really pissed off. So anyway, once we’d got outside it was still fucking raining so we kinda half ran half walked quickly towards the club. On the way there we saw some townies trying to start a fight with a bunch of guys in our year (well, my, Bradby’s and Neale’s year) who we knew really couldn’t handle it (they were proper nerdy and that) and Bradby went over to put a stop to it, get involved, whatever, so me and Duncan took the chance to roll up. We headed over to the bus shelter and skinned up there. I remember Neale was all like, “Give me some, give me some,” and Duncan was saying, “Are you sure you can handle it?” and to be honest the state Neale was in he really wasn’t gonna be able to but in the end me and Duncan just smoked most of it and it was almost at the end by the time I passed it to Neale: He was really starting to look more and more wasted though, sucking on the roach and that. Yeah, and just before we got to the entrance of 85s I remember us trying to calm Neale down so the bouncers wouldn’t notice how pissed he was. Duncan was like, “Breath,” and I remember telling him to practice walking in a straight line and then Bradby (who’d returned by then) was pretending to be a bouncer and we were testing Neale on how he was gonna make his approach, asking him questions like, “Where’s your ID?” and, “Have you been drinking tonight?” and, “Who are you with?” The bouncers were all right though actually and didn’t check any of us. When we got there they were talking about something on their radios so we just walked straight through. As usual it was packed. Fluorescent lights and that with the dark mass of bodies underneath. Everyone dancing to shite music, queue for the coats, queue for the bar. I remember there seemed to be some sort of theme going on that night too ‘cause I immediately noticed there were loads of guys in suits and girls in angel costumes; maybe it was a party or something. I couldn’t see any sign of Holly though; not anywhere. A group of fit looking angels pushed passed us and Duncan said, “Fuck me,” to himself and then Bradby shouted, “Fuck me!” really loudly and like over to them and me and Neale burst out laughing. The four of us headed to the bar to get some drinks.
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