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“I really fucking miss her,” he states, his eyes shining with tears.
“I know you do mate, but without sounding harsh, she’s getting on with her life and I think it’s time you moved on with yours.”
He nodded his head before potting every stripe on the table, and then the black. “Yeah, I’m beginning to think that too.
Game over.
CHAPTER SEVEN
1985
Siobhan appeared beside us at the pool table with drinks for all. I’d watched her as she spoke to the little group of fan girls while she was waiting at the bar, and they were trying to edge closer.
“Where’d you pick up ya posse, Mothercare?” Maca asked.
She shrugged. “They’re not my posse, they’re yours.” She replied, winking at him. She let out a long breath, then pointed to a table away from the bar.
“Look boys, I’ll be totally honest with you here.” Maca pulled out a chair for her at the table, ever the gentleman, despite calling her a cunt before, but whatever. “I’m still earning my stripes for this game and I get sent out on all the shitty jobs. One of them is to have a wander past all the big recording studios, see if there’s anyone interesting coming or going.” She sipped from her bottle and I couldn’t help but watch the way her lips wrapped around it, the way her throat moved as she swallowed.
Swallowed ...fuck.Just that word was making me hard. Maca kicked me under the table.
“Anyway,” She wiped her mouth on the back of her hand and I thought I groaned, or even came just a little teeny, tiny bit. She frowned and looked at me, shaking her head.
Head.See, that’s how my brain would function. I needed sex on a regular basis. I’d gotten used to sex on the regular, so to go without for four weeks was a long time?a long, long time.
“I’ve learnt over the past few months that the little teenybopper fans also do the same thing, hang about outside the studios, I mean.” She looked between the both of us again. “Now I don’t know where they get their info, but I’m telling ya boys, they’re better than MI5 or the CIA, or whoever the people are that know about shit.”
I watched as Maca ran his hand over his beard, then his thumb over his bottom lip. Siobhan watched him and fuck me, if she didn’t make a little noise like I’d just done watching her swallow.
“Anyway ...” She turned from him to me, her cheeks flushed, so I deliberately licked my lips, seeing as she seemed to have a thing for them. Her eyes traced the path of my tongue.
“So,” she said a little too loudly, before clearing her throat, “that little lot were all hanging about outside the studio you’ve been using this morning. They told me it was you boys that were in there and that they had it on good authority that you had been using some pub on a regular basis.” She looked over to where the girls had moved to the next table over. “I offered to buy them all a drink if they told me the name and just took a chance that you’d come in here tonight. Getting a few words from you boys could be the break I need. Just a few words?”
“Get your gang over here,” I told her.
“What?” she asked, frowning in confusion.
“Call them over here. We’ll sign some stuff for them and then I want them gone. I don’t know what ID they showed Jock, but there is no way any of those girls are eighteen.”
Maca remained silent, sipping on his beer and observing, the way he often did.
“Yeah, I think they all have older sisters or friends, or whoever they borrowed their ID from. I don’t think the landlord looked at it too closely, apart from the two that were obviously only about twelve.” I watched as she chewed nervously on her bottom lip. “So, if I get rid of them, you’ll talk?”
I shrugged my shoulders. “Maybe we could come to some arrangement,” I tell her.
She nodded her head, licking her lips and looking between us again. “I’d be happy with an arrangement.”
“Good, now call them over.”
We signed autographs, kissed cheeks, and posed for pictures. Then we gave them twenty quid and told them to go to the corner shop and buy some sweets and lemonade, and to stay out of pubs until they were eighteen.
We spent the next couple of hours drinking beer with whiskey chasers, and I even played Siobhan at pool, beating her arse, while Maca stared at it.
I know that it wasn’t very gentlemanly of me, but I’d been buying her doubles every time I’d been to the bar, and I knew that she had to be at least a little bit drunk.
“So, let’s talk business. This arrangement, I’m assuming sex will be involved, and that’s the reason you’ve been plying me with doubles?”
Maca spit out his drink and I laughed. I liked her. She was up-front and surprisingly honest for a journalist.
