Friday Drinks

The last lesson of the week is over, and you head to the Staff Room. Krystal is gathering the others together. The Drowned Guppy calls. Not just Abigail and Anissa this time. Spencer is also there.

“You ing us, Spencer?”

Spencer nods. “Keep you lot company.”

“You sure you won’t get into trouble?” Anissa asks.

“It’s just one drink, isn’t it?”

“It can be as many as you want,” is Krystal’s reply.

“Yes, just one drink,” Abigail quickly adds.

The walk to the pub is overshadowed by Abigail’s visit by the police earlier in the week. It’s clear Abigail is uncomfortable talking about it. Anissa and Spencer know the details but are prying for more. At the pub Spencer buys the round, and you go and sit in your usual seats at the back. Conversation moves away from Abigail’s police problems and to other events. Spencer is the middle of recounting an incident in a Lower Sixth class when she suddenly freezes.

“Oh no,” she mutters and visibly sinks into her seat.

All of you turn to look at a man striding towards you.

“There you are. What are you doing here? Who said you could come to the pub?”