DOMINIC
“I’m bored,” Steph whined, extending her leg from its bent position so that she could kick Darren, who was leaning against the bonnet of his dad’s car. “I said we should go clubbing.”
“Get off,” Darren snapped. “I spent fifty quid on you last night going to that posh restaurant you wanted. f*****g waste of money that was, as well. I was still hungry when I got in.”
“That’s because you’re a gannet,” Molly laughed. “Nothing but a trough full of baked beans will satisfy you.”
“It’d be a darn sight cheaper than the rubbish we ate last night,” Darren agreed. “I mean, who in their right mind would fork out all that dosh just to eat raw fish? It doesn’t make any bleedin’ sense.”
“That’s because you’re a philistine,” Steph mocked, swinging her leg back for another swat. “I am trying t
