“Come and dance with me.”

“I can’t. I‘m hopeless.”

“No, you aren’t. You’re great.”

“Let’s get a drink first.”

“Aw. Really?”

“Yea, I’ll be a better dancer then. Truly, I will!”

“What are you having?”

“Mmmm. Let me think.”

“C’mon. I’m parched.”

“I’ll have a beer then. What are you having?”

“I’m gonna have…a margarita. What size?”

“Pint. Of course.”

“Of course. Silly me!”

“Where’s your money?”

“Aren’t you paying?”

“What’s yours is mine. What’s mine’s my own!”

“You got me there.”

“Quick. There’s a gap.”

-~-

“At last. What were you doing?”

“I saw Charlie. We were catching up.”

“What Charlie? Oh, that Charlie. Really?”

“Yea,thatCharlie.”

“What did he have to say for himself then?”

“Not much. Still with Alex. Crazy. Just crazy.”

“Did Alex find out about. . ?”

“What? Les?”

“Yea, of course, Les.”

“Dunno. Charlie didn’t say.”

“Let’s dance.”

-~-

“I need to pee first.”

“Have one for me.”

“Hold my beer.”

“There’s always a queue here.”

“Tell me about it.”

“C’mon, be quick. We’ll miss the slow one.”

“You and your slow dance. What am I gonna do with you?”

“Just an old softie at heart.”

“Here’s Sam. Have a chat.”

“Go! Go! Hurry!”

“Hey Sam.”

“Hey to you.”

“See the game last night?”

“Sure did. Did the boys come round?”

“Sure did.”

“Was Morgan there?”

“Yea, it’s very sad?”

“Still missing Jamie?”

“It was awful. Every single score—wailing. It was embarrassing.”

“Time’s a healer though.”

“Tell Morgan that. We tried all night. All night long.”

“Wanna dance?”

“What about…”

“Lee?”

“Yea, I don’t want to cause trouble, like last time, you know. . .”

“Ha! Last time. Daft fool. Oh, wait, pee-time over.”

“Dance now?”

“Sure. Feel much better now.”

“See you, Sam.”

“See you.”

“Now, Lee.”

“Yes, Lee?”

“Let’s dance!”