'Todd and Jessica'- not real names, I would like to post real names but Todd is a net surfer and the type who would google himself daily- have been dating for five years now, Todd words in IT and Jessica is a freelance photographer-very gifted and leaning more towards Art. They are well off, good looking and-inexplicably-always miserable and lately they seem like they are always at each other's throats.
Last night was no exception.
It started out peaceful enough, catching up on the gossip, telling them all about the bar-b-cue and Country Gay's new hair and single status and the vicious slap in the chops Cherry got in the George when Tara finally came across him...blah-blah -blah.
They were describing the new apartment they bought for an astronomical amount of money and how they probably couldn't go on holidays this year becasue they were up to their tits in debt, when suddenly the temperature dropped about fifteen degrees.
I'm not really sure how it happened but Todd did some kind of snort when Jessica mentioned some job she was going on, and muttered someting about 'feast or famine' the Jessica said something like, 'Excuse fucking me?'
Then Todd leans across to the Paramour and says 'Look man, you know how it is, we're mortgaged to the hilt and I was just saying the photo stuff, it's great, don't get me wrong, but you know sometimes the arty shit's gotta take a place on the back-'
Wherein Jessica said, 'Hey, I'm sitting right here. Don't fucking talk about me as if I'm not here.'
'Jess I'm just saying-'
'I know what you're saying and you can shut up.'
I can't say it improved really, they stopped talking about money, but then it was , 'Hey Jess, what was the name of that guy we-'
'I don't know, dont ask me, you're the one who knows everything.'
'Todd told him to...'
'No I didn't. That's not what I said, you always do that Jessica, you always exaggerate.'
I sat there with this tight pained grin on my face, clutching my glass and wondering if I could claim sun stroke. Then Todd said, 'right my round, same again?'
I opened my mouth-
But champion, my champion, the paramour looked at his watch and said, 'Oh, sorry folks, but I can't, I've got an early start tomorrow. I'm driving down South, got to be on the raod by six.'
Both Jessica and Todd managed to look suspicious. But the paramour was unmoved, he drained his drink and slapped Todd on the shoulder- all manly like- 'we're having a friendly next saturday, why don't you come along? Bring your boots.'
Todd nodded, 'Hey yeah I wouldn't mind a-'
'You can't next Saturday!' Jessica snapped rolling her eyes. 'The tile-man is coming.'
'So, you'll be there won't you!'
Jessica leaned forward, her eyes sparkling with malice. 'Todd sometimes all that football shit has gotta take a place on the back burner.'
We left sharpish and walked home, the night was warm and we held hands. We didn't talk until we reached the apartment.
'Let's not fight over stupid stuff.' he said.
Then we went up in the lift, snogging like teenagers.