‘Busy in here tonight,’ I observed. ‘Hello, stranger!’ she said. ‘We’ve got a band on later. Didn’t you know?’ I didn’t. Eight pints of Foster’s, ten Silk Cut, and a game of pool had been the upper limit of my ambition for the evening when I looked in the mirror before coming out. I told Candice to make hers a large one.
‘And have you heard?’ she said over her shoulder as she pressed the glass up against the optic. ‘I’ve got a fella.’ ‘No!’ I said. Candice hadn’t had a bloke to call her own for ages and she couldn’t quite believe it herself. More good news. We both laughed. ‘Poor bloke,’ I said. ‘Anyone we know?’ ‘He’ll be in later,’ she said. ‘I’ll point him out. If you see a lad who looks like he needs a good night’s sleep, that’ll be him.’
I was going to ask her whether Trev was in yet, but I could already hear him crowing like a cockerel and yelling, ‘Who’s the Daddy!’ in the pool room.
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