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diced_tartan) wrote2010-08-10 11:25 am
diced_tartan) wrote2010-08-10 11:25 am
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A Normal Thing
Another pub night with the lads, and if Nicholas didn’t know better, he’d almost say that he’d even been looking forward to it. Much as he hated to admit when his flatmate was right, he was starting to enjoy himself. Is this what “switching off” felt like? The last time he remembered feeling like this, he was ten years old and running through Regents Park with other boys his age. That was the summer he fell in the duck pond; did a nasty number to his elbow and hands, but like most childhood injuries, it cleared up to practically nothing by the end of the season.
Now, here he was over twenty years later with a new group or rowdy guys all yelling at one another to do stupid things. Nicholas wasn’t quite drunk enough not realising that Dave’s behaviour could get them all in trouble, but he was exactly drunk enough to ignore it.
Besides, he had more pressing matters at hand. Like finishing off that basket of chips.
It had rained sometime between arriving and when they had finally decided to leave. They hadn't heard anything while inside the thick walls, but watching Travis step into a puddle up to his ankles had been enough to confirm their suspicions.
"Oh, shit," he said, giggling the way he only did when he was four ciders past one too many. "These are my uniform trousers."
Nicholas stopped in his step to look down at the mess on Travis' trousers. "Tough luck, mate," he said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder, guiding him down the side walk. A few moments later, he paused, looked down the direction they were heady, and turned round, Travis still in tow. "No, wait."
Finally, Dave stumbled out of the heavy doors, still clutching tightly to a half-full pack of pig snacks. "There you pricks are," he said, stepping in the same puddle Travis had fallen victim to. "Shit. These are my work trousers."
His face already bright red, Nicholas howled in laughter.
"What's so funny, Angel?" Dave snapped.
Nicholas shook his head. "I don't know," he managed.
Dave and Travis joined in the chorus with Nicholas, each taking a solid hold of Nicholas' arms, and leading him down the side walk.
Now, here he was over twenty years later with a new group or rowdy guys all yelling at one another to do stupid things. Nicholas wasn’t quite drunk enough not realising that Dave’s behaviour could get them all in trouble, but he was exactly drunk enough to ignore it.
Besides, he had more pressing matters at hand. Like finishing off that basket of chips.
It had rained sometime between arriving and when they had finally decided to leave. They hadn't heard anything while inside the thick walls, but watching Travis step into a puddle up to his ankles had been enough to confirm their suspicions.
"Oh, shit," he said, giggling the way he only did when he was four ciders past one too many. "These are my uniform trousers."
Nicholas stopped in his step to look down at the mess on Travis' trousers. "Tough luck, mate," he said, placing a firm hand on his shoulder, guiding him down the side walk. A few moments later, he paused, looked down the direction they were heady, and turned round, Travis still in tow. "No, wait."
Finally, Dave stumbled out of the heavy doors, still clutching tightly to a half-full pack of pig snacks. "There you pricks are," he said, stepping in the same puddle Travis had fallen victim to. "Shit. These are my work trousers."
His face already bright red, Nicholas howled in laughter.
"What's so funny, Angel?" Dave snapped.
Nicholas shook his head. "I don't know," he managed.
Dave and Travis joined in the chorus with Nicholas, each taking a solid hold of Nicholas' arms, and leading him down the side walk.