Mike Ollie smiled, Mike was his best friend and knew a lot about how to deal with him in situations where he may feel a little rough, however forgetting about "whats her name" was not a high priority of his and so any night spent with that purpose would only fail. The second proved far more shocking: Ollie, sorry for being such a twod last night, me u Amber, Jane and what his name maybe for tonite? Nothing big
Jo x He was dreaming. Or maybe the Ket had not run it's course, he rubbed his eyes and read again, and again and the messege would not change. A night in with Jo, with the other two. They wouldn't come, not if he played his cards right when he replied. Mike wouldn't understand, but screw him. He'd be getting, well screwed actuallty.****Joanne grinned maliciously at the reply to her seemingly innocent message, so Oliver dearest wanted to throw around insults like that? Well Joanne Anna Grey knew how to play nasty, and she would to get back at people she disliked. What a shame that happened to be Ollie.****Kate twirrled her hair and crossed her eyes and pulled funny faces to pass the time. The Hubby was at work, and would be there late... Again. She spent a lot of time by herself, just doing what a modern housewife does, hoovers one room and refuses to do the others, cleans the dishes and ponders over the happenings of Hollyoaks. When that failed her good friend Glens and Coke would soothe her pangs. James worked most days, Saturdays and Sundays tended to be days off but were often used to catch up on missed deadlines, and the jobless Kate had nothing to do but sit. On occasion she would go out or a walk in the town, Princess Street gardens in the winter was always a sight she loved, with the German market and ice rink being her favorites. The botanics provided an excellent retreat but then, these were day time persuits. It was the evenings Kate found hard to pass.She had aquired a passion for knitting, and with Christmas coming up soon she had also hammered it into her head that a home made sweater with matching hat and gloves would make the perfect gift for several family members. Yet, she remained, most days, bored stiff.
As she sat finishing her last Holiday Hat there came a low buzzing from her hand bag, the buzzing built and built and became her favorite christmas song. She plucked out her phone and read the message she had recieved: Hey Kate, just thought I'd see how you are with James all good? Plans for tonight? Text me x This had been sent by a friend she had met only a few years ago, yet the two clicked instantly. Claire was pretty much everything Kate was not, but then opposites do attract. She answered with a smile and went into her bedroom, slid open the wardrobe and eyed up potential evening wear.