Stella held open the pub door for her friend while Becky fumbled with her jacket buttons.
“Thank you, slave,” Becky joked as she passed through the open doorway.
Stella swung her foot and gave her friend a sharp kick to her behind as she walked past her.
“Ow,” Becky yelped, rubbing her cheek where she had just been hit. She staggered out onto the tarmac parking area, swinging her arms around in a caricature of someone about to collapse from the force of an unexpected blow.
Stella laughed at her friend’s antics. “Serves you right, Graham, you old cow.”
She slammed her hand across her mouth as she noticed two middle-aged men approaching from her left. They were close enough to have heard her insult to her friend, and from their facial expressions, they were enjoying the show.
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