"I'm really sorry Sy, I know we haven't seen that much of each other this week, but she desperately wants me to go with her."
Christian bent to pick up a pair of Syed's socks from under the sofa.
"No, I understand, it's fine."
Syed sat down and took off his watch, leaving it on the arm of the chair.
"I asked if you could come too, but she's only got one spare ticket."
Christian fiddled with the strap of Syed's discarded watch before carefully placing it on the table.
"Honestly Christian, it's okay. Not my sort of thing anyway."
He pulled his T shirt over his head and threw it onto the floor in front of him.
Christian tutted and retrieved it, folded it neatly and stood holding it against his chest, smoothing it flat.
"There's a three course meal, champagne cocktails, chocolate fountain"
Syed unbuckled his belt and pulled it free with a whipping noise, holding it up for Christian to take.
"Excellent, bring me back a Marshmallow. Please, you go. Have a brilliant time."
Christian's forehead was furrowed with guilt.
"There's a top D.J, red carpet, stars, paparazzi, the lot."
Syed wriggled his way out of his jeans.
"Have these too. Enjoy yourself. Someone might think you're famous and we both know how much you love having your picture taken. Don't stick your thumbs up though, or do that eyes and teeth thing. And don't wake me up when you roll in pissed."
Christian disconsolately placed the neat pile of clothes to one side.
"What are you going to do this evening then?"
Syed stretched his naked limbs luxuriously, and smiled up at him, slipping his thumbs into the waistband of his pants.
"I'm going to make baked beans on toast and get an early night."
Christian thought for a moment.
"I think I'll ring Roxy and tell her I'm dead. Beans sounds tasty."
