It’s something she has never spoken about, maybe to Gracie but not to Fal and me. Blair tends to hide behind her dry sense of humour and sarcasm. I would love to know why.
“What’s different with him? There must be something?” Gracie pries.
“We’re the same person. We both like to have sex and don’t expect anything more from each other.” She shrugs.
“What about when you’re not together, what would you speak about?” I ask, this is like trying to get blood out of stone.
“We don’t.”
“What do you mean you don’t? Are you just each other’s booty call? Never talking, just fucking?” Fallon asks, her face incredulous.
“Basically, yeah. God, why are you all so bothered about it? Want me to describe his dick for you? Or how he likes to use his tongue to…”
“Nope! I don’t want to know what you do. I can’t have those visions haunting me when the walls are shaking.” The look of disgust onGracie’s face is hilarious. She covers her ears, adding to the drama.
“Then stop questioning me,” Blair drags out. “Anyway, why is nobody asking Fallon who she spent the night with last night?”
My head shoots round in Fallon’s direction, squinting my eyes at her. “Er, excuse me? Why didn’t I know about this?”
“I didn’t realise Blair knew,” She huffs out, clearly annoyed. “And I didn’t spend the night with anyone. I went for a drink with Harry, but nothing happened.”
“Oh my god! This is amazing. It’s about time you put that boy out of his misery. Gracie is bouncing up and down in her chair; she’s that excited.
I love Harry, but I know Fallon. She isn’t in the right headspace for dating, and Harry is way too much in love with her. She would break his heart before she let him in.
“How was it?” I ask, eyeing her to check her reactions. The thing with Fal is that she has the world's best poker face; she is completely unreadable.
“Good, we had a few drinks, and then we went home. Alone. It was nothing major, don’t get your hopes up.”
Hmm, the way she is being so evasive is making me think she does actually like him. An idea comes to me.
“Who’s up for the pub tonight? I can’t sit in thehouse all night.” And I get to see how these two are together.
“You know I would never say no to that,” Blair says. Gracie nodded her head along next to her. Fallon snarls at me, knowing exactly what I’m up to.
“I’ll come, but if you play matchmaker even once, I’ll kill you.”
“I would never dare to do such a thing.”
“Maya, you missed all the drama at work yesterday. I can’t believe we forgot to tell you. Fal’s client walked out without paying!” Blair laughs as she fills me in. We’re all sitting at our usual table in Bar 96.
“Shut up! Who was it? What did Fallon do?” I can already feel a laugh bubble up inside of me, knowing exactly how she would have reacted.
“She only went and chased her down the bloody street! I’m shocked she didn’t tackle her down to the floor; she was that angry. I can’t remember her name; she was a newbie. She won’t be coming back any time soon, though.”
“That is hilarious. Trust that to happen as soon as I leave.” What I would give to have seen Fal’s face.
“It wasn’t funny at the time,” Fallon barks out, clearly still annoyed over the scenario.
“Fal, you turned into the Hulk! You should have seen your face. The poor woman just forgotto pay,” Gracie chirps in, giggling.
Harry walks over with a tray of drinks, sitting down at the table with us. We don’t even need to order anymore, he always knows our order.
“Hello, my lovely ladies. What a treat it is to see you all on this fine evening,” He speaks to all of us, but his eyes haven’t left Fallon once.
“I’m going to just nip the loo, don’t have too much fun while I’m gone,” Fal announces as she leaves the table. We all wait a moment to make sure she’s out of sight before Harry turns back to us.
“Right, now she’s gone. Are we all set for Fallon’s party on Saturday? I’ve got her favourite band coming, and they’ve promised to do an acoustic version of Happy Birthday,” He announces proudly. Harry is letting us host Fallon’s birthday party here next weekend.
