Thirty-Nine (Amy); Of An Evening.
The air is practically pulsating with Townie music and BO, and I would dearly love suggesting a hasty exit, but Lisa and Jenny are getting on so well, I don't want to break up the whole happy-chatty business going on. Steve and Jase are as deep in conversation as they can be whilst being drowned by the thudding music, Heather and her husband are holding hands and leaning just-that-little-bit-suspiciously-close every time they want to 'speak' to one another, Helena's being chatted up by some random guy whom she looks like she's about to choke any second, and Tim Roth's nursing a pint.
"You look cheerful," I comment to him. He looks up.
"What?"
"I said, you look cheerful!" I repeat, a little louder. He shakes his head, and I sigh.
"I SAID - oh, forget it!"
"Come outside for some air?" he shouts as the DJ starts bellowing something into the microphone about some stupid Townie band. I nod; I'm beginning to feel a little dizzy from the heat in here.
"Thank God for that." I mutter as we step out into the cold English night, my ears still ringing slightly. They clear quickly enough.
"Fresh air." Tim chuckles. "Well, fresh-ish air." he corrects himself. It's my turn to chuckle. "PVC and lycra suit you alarmingly well," he comments, leaning on the wall of the club and looking at me through half-closed eye. If I wasn't already bright red from the heat of the damned club I know I will be now.
"Thanks..." I mutter.
"Compliment where compliment's due." Tim says smoothly, then we lapse into a comfortable silence.
After the stifling heat of the club the air becomes much too cold very quickly, and I'm shivering. I blink in surprise as I suddenly discover Tim's jacket is around my shoulders. He's only wearing a t-shirt underneath that!
"Tim, I don't need-" I stop talking as he kisses me.
"Don't argue."
Well, I can't really say anything at the moment, let alone argue any more! I blink at him, quite surprised to discover that I don't feel any different around him now. Surely that's a good thing.
"Okay..." Finally I find words, and Tim smiles.
"Good."
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