Mel – why
are you crying darling?
G – cuz I
am an absolute mess!
Mel – I beg
to differ… I guess a lot of women would love to be you.. dating the perfect
man, and having another in your pocket!
G – don’t
say that, that just makes me feel like cheap trash!
Mel – oh,
no, I did not mean it like that. I meant most women don’t get attention from
one… sorry, ignore me.. it’s more of a cheesy comment... I thought that would
pep you up. We would die for something like this in Uni… sorry love.. okay, so
I am going to call you now, you pretend to cancel, alright?
G – yea,
sure.
Mel
called G & Marimba buzzed at the table. Grata walked towards the table and
instead picked up the picture frame, she was wearing the bunny ears and smiling
so bright while Henry was wearing the pink feathery prop that G insisted he
wears to fit in. He seemed to enjoy these quirks as he was looking at her and
smiling even while the picture was being taken. She remembered how funny that
night was and how pissed drunk everyone was. She remembered how Mel and she had
done the very inappropriate dance which was more like a dry hump in the very
very risky club in Shordich while the boys were left to look after the girls
incase anyone tried to act funny. It was Grata who had planned the night as she
needed to take her mind off Adam… Little did she know that it was Henry’s
birthday the next day.. it only came to its disclosure as Henry got a call from
quite a few people one after the other, and all he said was “Thank you, I’ll
call you back.. I’m in the middle of celebrations!” each time.. and it was an
innocent question from Grata “some big project success?” that had the curtains
falling on the birthday. That was the one and only time that Grata had kissed
Henry on the lips. It was more of an instinctive peck on the lip before she
hugged him and screamed “Happppppppppppppppppy Birrrrrrrrrrrrthday”… While
hugging him, Grata noticed the array of cupcakes that were being taken to that
Golden booth at the corner. She excused herself to the toilet and instead went
to the booth where she asked the ladies if she could exchange 1 muffin in
exchange of a drink or two. As she explained that it’s a friend’s birthday and
they were caught unaware, to her surprise Franchesca (the bride to be asked her
to join in). So Grata came back to drag the 3 of them to the Hen’s party in the
corner. And all she remembered after was cup cake eating from Fran’s cleavage…
the dirty dancing with the bride to be… and then all she remembers was waking
up with a headache… She was smiling.
TO BE CONTINUED. . . http://geets13.blogspot.co.uk/2016/07/heights-of-love-realisation.html
