“Sooty, are you alright there, mate? You look like you’re flagging.”
Oh, s**t. I thought this might happen. Donahue’s right; I do need another line. I just hope he can manage to say it subtly, because of course I didn’t tell Dougal I’d had one. My teeth are clenched the whole time he’s talking.
“Do you want me to get you a little pick-me-up? You know, something to keep you on your toes.”
That could have been worse, I suppose. He could have said “marching powder” like he usually does. But I can feel Dougal’s eyes on me, and it was supposed to be such a happy night. It’s painful how hot my cheeks flare.
“Yeah… maybe a little.”
Donahue gives a slightly nasty chuckle that I suppose he can’t help, and turns his back. “See you up there, yeah?” he says and I’m left with an angry Dougal.
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