Civility
1: The More Things Change
"I don't believe this." Julian stared at Noel from across the boardroom. Amongst them, Mike sat twirling his hair, Rich tried to rebutton his shirt and Noel himself simply glared at Julian.
"Well, you should believe it." he snorted.
"You're not seriously going, are you?" Mike asked, frowning.
"Look, Dee needs me."
"WE NEED YOU, YOU SELFISH PRICK!" Rich cried.
"So I'm being selfish by looking after my girlfriend?" Noel shouted.
"N-n-no..." Rich looked away, then quickly left the room. Julian's eyes darted around the area, trying not to catch Noel's.
"What's wrong with her?" Mike questioned again.
"NOTHING!" Noel yelled once more, then turned and stormed outside, slamming the door shut.
"Shit." Julian slumped into his chair, staring at the ceiling. "What do we do now?"
"Find out what's wrong with Dee, that's what." Rich re-entered the room. "I've never seen him that angry before!"
"Well, he was certainly angry alright..." Mike sighed sadly.
Around an hour later
"Well what the hell are you waiting for?" Dee yelled at Noel from inside the flat. "I've been stuck here for seven fucking hours and you can't find your God-damned key!" Indeed, Dee Plume (or Delia Gaitskell if you want to get finicky) had been trapped in Fielding's apartment since six in the morning. And now he'd left his key back at the studio... he could go back and face the music, or just break through the window. Noel sighed, hitting his head repeatedly against the doorframe. Dee mumbled and shouted inside, but he wasn't listening.
"This pregnancy better not be like this all the time..." he thought to himself.