the night is still young, she smiled. what do you want to do now?

my face fell. oh i dont know, S-, I mumbled. i have a curfew...i need to be home by ten.

S-s, smile wobbled. in her defence, it was a pretty good attempt to hide the laughter. it didnt last too long. i dont quite know how to describe how she laughs. part cynical snort, part disbelieving titer, part good old fashioned humour. S is my closest and oldest girl friend, but it is at times like this that i wish she weren't quite so...S like.

i downed my breezer (yeah yeah its the cheapest alcopop they have back home) and grabbed my glittery little bag. i have to go, i mumbled.

oh don't leave like that, she grinned. one last dance?

love to, babes- but me heels are fuckin killin me.

and i was gone.

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this is the start of one of the most cynical short stories i'll have written so far- yes note the tense, it is unwritten so far. COPYRIGHT!!!