‘Nah. I’ve got someone hooking me up later.’
‘So, where’ve you been?’ Prudence asks as I return to my tampon quest. I’ll hide in here for as long as it takes because I’m in no hurry to speak to either of them. Plus, I’m not exactly looking Instagram perfect right now. Important since I seem to have become the face of the brand.
‘I’ve been inside, having a drink with Marnie.’
‘No,beforethat,’ Prudence asks. ‘We couldn’t find you.’
‘You wouldn’t believe it if I told you, babe.’
‘Try me.’
‘Hey, don’t go stealing my lines! Anyways, I was like, in a totally skeevy supply cupboard, full of mops and cleaning stuff.’ The girl giggles.
‘What orwhowere you doing in there.?’
‘Who, definitely.’
‘It was that guy from the speed dating thing the other night, wasn’t it?’ At this I still. Wasn’t Luke sitting with the girls right before our altercation? ‘You totally shagged him, didn’t you?’ she squeals.
I do not need to hear this. Or maybe I do. Maybe I need to hear it all.
‘Strike when the iron is hot and all that.’ She pauses for a beat and I almost hear her sigh. ‘I’ve had better, though.’
‘Ooh, shame,’ Prudence replies, absolutely gloating.
‘It really is. He’s a looker, and we were vibing and we had chemistry and all that the other night, didn’t we?’
‘Yeah, for sure.’
‘Anyway, I saw him in here earlier.’
‘In the ladies?’
‘No, you idiot. Out in the bar. We had a drink and a chat. And we snuck off to do the dirty deed. You know how horny wine makes me.’
‘I know how horny city boys make you,’ her friend answers snidely. ‘Lawyers and traders and stuff.’
‘Totally. I’m a slut for a man with a big. .. bankbook.’ The pair break out into dirty sniggering giggles. ‘Sadly, that was the only big thing about him. Apart from his ego.’
‘How’s that, babe?’
‘Well, he’s blown me off for the next hour because he needs to deal with his ex. You remember that American who ran the speed dating thing we went to the other night?’
That. Rat. Bastard.
‘Where you met him, you mean?’
‘Yeah. Well, apparently, they had a thing going on before she got married.’
That fucker. That douche bag.
‘Oh! I saw that article in the papers this weekend. We looked fine in those photos, babe. I follow her on Insta; her wedding post was so cute!’
‘Unfollow her,’ she bites back. ‘She’s a total ho-bag. She’s already cheating on her husband with him.’
‘With Luke? I thought you were doing him?’
‘Just casual, babe. He’s hooking us up with coke later, yeah?’
