“This is Paul, Mark,” Mel said, stopping briefly in front of two innocuous-looking fellas who were also stupidly dressed. Paul, a fair-haired guy with a face Kyle would not recognise the following day, barely spared him a glance before returning to their conversation. Mark, a small dark bloke, eyed him up and down carefully while not bothering to even say hi to him.
“We’ll get you a drink,” Mel said and helped herself to a bottle of beer from the fridge. She had no drink for herself, which probably meant that she had left it somewhere.
She started to guide him back out of the kitchen towards what appeared to be the sitting room.
“I must have forgotten to tell you, it’s an ’80s themed party.”
That explained why Wham! was blasting out of the speakers then, along with why people were so b
