A/N This is just a short one-shot written especially for my buddy Olivia (or olives ;-)and the wonderous Giles! Reviews are treasured in my heart lol!
Greg sat in his car. Reaching out to turn down the radio, his phone started to ring in his pocket. Groaning at the noise pounding in his head, which felt like it was filled with nails and broken glass, he looked at the screen to see who was calling.
It was Olivia. They had only been going out for a few weeks but he was crazy about her. They had so much in common: they liked the same music, the same movies, and the same outrageously-expensive brands of coffee. Even in his hung-over state he smiled when he saw it was her calling.
"Hey Olives!"
"Hey Greggo, how are you feeling?
"Like hell." He smiled. She knew exactly how he felt, she was there after he had drunk eight beers, and he'd carried on after she left.
"Aww"
After about ten minutes spent mostly discussing last night, Greg hung up and pulled into the car park. He had forgotten his headache by now, and was going over the events of the previous evening. He had left work early to get to the concert by seven, picking up Olivia and another friend, Giles, along the way. After 3 hours of deafening music and truck-loads of beer, it was time to leave and he dropped them back at home again. Now, stepping out of his car and zipping up his jacket over the Marilyn Manson T-shirt he had bought from a stand outside the stadium, he started singing, quietly at first but getting louder as he entered the building.
He only realised quite how loudly he was singing when he got a poke from a rather sharp finger on his shoulder. He whipped round quickly, almost knocking the hot coffee from a startled-looking Catherine's hand.
"Good night last night Greggo?" She smiled.
"You bet"
"I can tell – you've still got eyeliner running down your cheeks!"
