“ that must be the case. i’ll go ahead and admit that my own is big enough to fill a stadium. ” some people would say they ‘weren’t too big’ to admit things – most of the time, that was a lie. most of the time, it was just a way to seem humble before admitting something that would negate it. ‘i’m not too big to admit that my own is big enough to fill a stadium’ would have flowed perfectly, but it also would have been perfectly paradoxical. how nik loathed the ‘i’m not too big’ crowd.
“ ah, bloody hell, ” he sighed, unnecessary dramatics put into action already. naturally, upon asking the bartender, he was simply given an odd look with a hesitant ‘no.’ “ i was hoping you remembered the menu better than myself, not having been here in seven years and all, so i wouldn’t have had to go make another pink-collar perplexed, ” he explained, recollecting the gas station clerk he’d greatly confused only days earlier ( granted, on purpose, but nonetheless ! ). his reputation was just going to get worse than it was. even the prols he didn’t know were going to start hating him solely for confusing them all the time ! “ anyway, i assumed it was a wherever-thing, but… i must admit, this does seem a bit too dive-ish for it, ” he said, finally actually looking around and seeing mainly beer bottles and shot glasses with absolutely terrible lighting.
“Your words, not mine, love,” she offered with a chuckle, though she would have said the very same if given the opportunity, though she was sure he knew that. “I’ve not been in here longer than that,” she assured him and even if she had been, she’d had other things on her mind and not the details of the bar menu. Her brother’s death for example or perhaps the breakdown of her closest friendship due, in part, to the male across from her. “Couldn’t even tell you the last time I was sat here,” she admitted and it was true. In another life she was too busy to feel sorry for herself on the cushion of a barstool, draining a cocktail by herself. She’d have been at home with her parents, busy training, ignoring her brother’s text messages or maybe even hooking up with Nik under her best friend’s nose. Now, however, she knew just where all of that bullshit would land her so why not have a drink?
Had he always been that much of a wanker? She asked herself as he turned toward the bar for a moment or so. A wanker with a great bum, she’d concede but a wanker no less. “-and yet, here we are,” she mused, raising her glass to the fact of the matter before downing the remainder of her drink. She understood now that she’d have to be slightly intoxicated at the very, very least to get through the rest of this meeting, “So get your hand off it, mate, you’ll be hung, drawn and quartered in the town square if you keep on like that. It’s 2014, you’re ‘s’posed to be a country mouse, remember? You’ll give us all away if you’re not careful,” she reasoned, finding it easier to slip into old habits than Nik was, apparently. In London, she refined her accent as if Epping was as far north as she’d ever set foot in all her life. Now, however, surrounded by family, friends and like folk, she easily fell back into her natural cadence and something about it felt good.
After the brief scolding, she waved to the bar tender for another drink, “I won’t dare ask you how you’ve been. Seems you’ve faired better than most of us,” she knew about the film, about its success and doubted he’d suffered much, if anything the other Darkwood leavers had. “Must be your own personal nightmare to be back here though, yeah?” back here in Darkwood, back here with Penny, back here with Fawna.
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