That was embarrassing, and I feel for Scott. He doesn't deserve this from Angie when she isn’t in full possession of the facts. I know my oldest friend thinks she is being loyal to me, but sometimes, she has to remember there are two sides to every story. I hope once she knows the truth, she might cut him some slack.
“Okay, now you’ve pissed on Scott’s fireworks Ange, let's calm down, shall we?”
“Why are you doing that?” Angie questions.
“Doing what?” I am so confused, but she is still clearly upset.
“You’re defending him. Why?”
“Oh my God Angie, are you going to have the hump all day about this?”
“Maybe longer, I haven’t decided yet.”
“Really?” I close my eyes for a second or two and after a deep breath, I say, “What do I have to do, to make this right.”
“Time is a great healer Cal, but I can’t put a time-frame on how long I’ll need to forgive you.”
There’s a reason Angie is a drama student. She’s damn good at it. “How about we calm down and I get you a drink. What would you like? It’s all free so you can have whatever you want, within reason.”
She eyes me for a moment then says, “I’ll come with you to the bar. I’m not staying on my own with this bell-end longer than I have to.”
I groan and roll my eyes. “Fine. Come with me then. Scott, what can I get you?”
“Beer for me. Any decent looking bottle will do,” he says and while I have his attention, I mouth “I’m sorry,” and jerk my head towards Angie while she looks the other way.
He smiles back and subtly raises one eyebrow. “I’ll go grab us a bench.”
We get to the bar and I order beers all round. It’s probably the safest bet alcohol wise.
I’m just about to go in on Angie and appease her some more when two guys approach from behind.
“Hey ladies, can we get those for you?”
We turn around simultaneously to find two, not unattractive, but still, unfamiliar faces behind us. They seem harmless enough to be honest, but I couldn’t be less interested if I tried. I just can’t be bothered to play games with anyone; however, I think given a chance, Angie would take them up on their offer.
“Ordinarily, yes, but as it’s a free bar, we’re fine, thank you,” I tell them.
The blonde one with rosy cheeks, grins. “Oh yeah,” then asks, “Where are you from?” Is he trying to chat us up?
“Right here in Braebeach. You?” I don’t want to seem unfriendly, so feel obliged to ask.
“That’s pretty cool, having the festival on your doorstep.” I note he didn’t answer my question.
“Yeah, we know how lucky we are,” Angie answers as if she’s getting bored with them already.
“So how come two lovely ladies are backstage all alone?”
“We’re not,” I add bluntly. “My boyfriend is in one of the bands playing the Freedom stage later.”
“Your boyfriend, huh?” The blonde guy smirks.
“That’s right.”
“Which band is he in?”
“Koolum Law.”
“Never heard of them,” the other guy with dark-hair replies, piping up for the first time.
