Stanton Box Set - Page 401
“I will be over with the boys.” He points across the party to a group of men all laughing loudly and I nod.
“Ok, god, I get the point!” I reply, exasperated, and he finally disappears through the crowd.
“Oh my fuck,” Bridget gasps as soon as he is out of hearing distance.
“I know, right,” I answer.
“It’s like the parties you read about in magazines,” says Abbie as she grabs my arm.
“Did you see that Andrew Menzies is here? He’s really short in real life.”
My eyes flick around. “No, where?” He is an actor who has just recently become a hot property of Tinseltown and he is in about five of the leading movies at the moment.
“What do you make of the Ben comment?” Bridget asks me as we wait for our cocktails ten minutes later.
“That he goes to strip joints with Joshua and is part of this social clique,” I reply flatly.
“Hmm, that’s how I took it too,” she replies.
“Who is the girl talking to Joshua?” Abbie whispers as the waiter hands over our margaritas.
We all turn to see Joshua over near the boys talking to a blonde and my eyes narrow. I swig my drink without tasting it. Fuck. We are now standing over near the bar under a large tree lit up with fairy lights and have moved from our position that Joshua left us in.
Ben walks over to us. “Are you girls ok? Can I get you a drink?”
Bridget narrows her eyes. “I don’t want anything from you Ben,” she snaps.
Abbie smiles into her drink and I wince at Didge. Oh shit, she’s getting all bitchy now.
He glares
at her. “Well that’s good because I was only offering drinks,” he snaps. “Anything wasn’t on the table.”
She fakes a smile and Abbie giggles.
“Witty,” she murmurs and I drop my head to hide my smile.
I stand still, watching Joshua as he talks to the girl, and then Cameron and two other girls join them and he says something and the girls all burst into laughter. What’s so fucking funny? Joshua’s eyes keep flicking back to the space where we were as he tries to locate me. Oh I’m watching alright Mr Funny Guy, don’t bother looking for me.
“How often do you guys come to these parties?” Abbie asks Ben.
He shrugs. “We used to come most weekends before we went to Australia.”
“Beeeeennnnny.” A girl with huge boobs and beautiful black long hair calls from across the pool.
He nervously looks her way. “Hey Hen,” he replies and she does an exaggerated wiggle on the spot with her hands above her head. Obviously she is one of his girls and is excited to see him out.
This time it is Bridget who sculls her drink without tasting it. If looks could kill Ben would be dead on the floor.
“I will be over here if you need me,” Ben replies.
“I won’t be needing you Ben,” Bridget snaps angrily.
He glares at her again and we all wither a little under his glare. “Fine,” he snaps.
“Fine,” Bridget replies and he storms off.
“I hate fucking pussy parties,” Bridget whispers angrily as she sculls the last of her margarita.
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