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[Text to Anthony]

I'm a complete idiot. You were right. For once. Don't get used to it.

I suppose I should say that I'm sorry, but I won't.

Get a drink?

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I can probably manage something. [he picked the fish off the skewer with a fork and carefully ate it with a bit of tomato and green pepper.

It's a relief to be doing something proactive.]

Before I forget-- Do you have a car or just that bloody motorbike of yours?

Never been able to afford a car. I probably could now, but it's not just the car you also need the insurance... and to pay for a parking space... Not that I wouldn't love to have one. Why do you ask?

Fair enough. Thought I could get a lift to the airport.

I'm going to Edinburgh. If you want to know why, just look. [he slid his mobile across the table. Ellie had sent him forty-seven messages culminating in a substantial threat to come over there and kick his scrawny arse if she didn't see him]

She went joint on the airfare otherwise I would have told her to sod off. [he wouldn't've]

I could give you a lift but only on the back of two wheels.

[ The phone was picked up and the messages flipped through. Ellie, good on her for taking matters to hand. ]

Might do you some good to see her. I know it will her, she was blowing up my phone like this when you were in the hospital.

I'd like to be alive when I get there, thanks.

[he reached for the bottle, flexing his fingers in a questioning gesture. Another?]

I wish she'd leave it alone. We're barely related.

[ Anthony scrunched his nose at the gesture and took another swig himself before handing it over. ]

You're half related. S'good enough. Anyway it sounds fun, just taking off to Edinburgh. Take in a show while you're there.

I'll probably be forced to sit through a half dozen. Most involving popcorn. [he takes a longer swallow of the wine and sighs] You can't say to to her once she goes on a tear.

And of course mum will be around. [he might not give the bottle back] If I die, don't let me be buried there. Even if you have to pitch my body across the border.

You and El should go out. Spend less time back at home.

[ Cause yeeting you across the border sounds a difficult task. ]

Maybe there's a festival.

[he wrinkled his nose at the thought]

Too much bloody noise. [another sip of wine]

Music isn't noise. Anyway its better than shouting...

How long are you staying?

I've seen the festivals you go too. [were you expecting that wine back?]

Two weeks. One if I can manage it. A fortnight if she doesn't catch me sneaking out through the back door.

Nothing wrong with loud music and a huge bonfire.

[ The bottle was given a longing look but he was quite giddy already and not in the mood to go chasing after it. ]

It'll be a fortnight then. She will be watching that door like a hawk.

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