Page 77 of Tears of Glass

I narrow my eyes at Dylan, but then realise it makes the room black. “Who told you that?”

“Steers.”

“I am here, you know,” Gerard says.

“We know.” I wave at him.

“So are you, Faith? Going to be on TV?”

I shrug. “Maybe. I don’t know what I’m doing, I never do.” Gerard rolls his eyes. “I saw that.” I scowl in his direction. “I need to go home. This pub is seriously unstable.” I blink a little as I get off my stool and the room spins again. It’s like being on a Waltzer at the fairground.

“So, are you coming to Legends on Sunday?” Lydia asks.

I shake my head making my brain rattle. “Nope, I am way too old to go clubbing on a Sunday.”

“Come on, Faith. It’s the best night of the week.”

“Sundays are for roast dinners and snuggles by the fireplace, not an evening at London’s biggest gay club.”

Honest, I can’t believe Lydia—who I always thought was so quiet and timid—spends her Sunday nights dressed up and waving inflatable dildos in the air.

I grab my bag and fish about in the dark depths for my mobile. Gerard gets up. “Can I give you a lift? We can share a cab.”

I shake my head, finally finding my phone. “No, no. I’m fine.”

He looks hurt, but really he can grow up. There is only one bed I want to sleep in tonight and no one else can know I’m in there.

Seems stupid to me right now... but rules are rules...

Hold on. Aren’t I the one with rules? What happened to mine? I can’t remember.

I make my way outside only to find that it’s gushing rain. Not a steady shower—this is a full-on summer pour down.

I start to walk in the direction of Kensington and press the only number I want to call on my phone.

“Hi.”

“Where on earth are you? I’ve been worried.”

“Have you? Why?”

“Because it’s midnight and I thought you’d be here.”

“It’s midnight? No shit, is it?”

There’s a sigh. “Yes. It’s midnight, now where are you? It’s pissing it down, I don’t want you catching your death.”

“Listen to you being all caring and considerate.”

“Well.” His voice lowers. “That and you need a serious telling off for the stunt you pulled at Court today.”

“Hey. I thought you liked my blow jobs.”

“I do.” He sighs. “I really do. But not when the Judge is in the room next door.”

Oh.

“Well that’s a bit dirty.” I splash in a big puddle and flood my flats with dirty rain water.