‘So, what’s the goss on Jenny McGuire?’ Georgie asked between mouthfuls of vegetarian ravioli. She chased the flavours of olive oil, mushrooms, green olives and semi-sundried tomatoes with a draught of Corona.
Matt Gunnerson swallowed. ‘Hold your horses, Gee. Let me eat first.’
‘Oh, come on, bro,’ AJ demanded.
‘Yeah, I told you everything. It’s your turn.’ Georgie gave Matty’s arm a light punch.
‘Okay, okay. Apparently, she showed great aptitude at uni. But despite her tutors’ high expectations, they didn’t think she was as good as she was capable of being when she graduated. Her stint at the Advocate was supposed to give her practical experience in a rural environment, to give her writing extra insight and edge.’
Advocate Matty paused to slug bourbon and coke. ‘What’s really strange
