It was hard to imagine that Joey wouldn't be curled up in bed with her that night. Did she want him next to her, knowing what he had done? Did she want him at all? Jaye could imagine him in the pub now as him and Lucy finally outed themselves as a couple, much to the delight of Walford. Was that why they'd argued in such a public place? So they could get together and Joey wouldn't have to dump her? Jaye wasn't one for crying but for once in her life, the first few tears trickled down her cheeks as she realised what she had lost that night.
The reality was much different. Fifty pairs of eyes watched him and Lucy as they stood there, unsure of what to do or what to say. The red wine was settling on Lucy's top, her black bra showing through.
"Happy Birthday, son!" Derek drunkenly raised a glass to Joey, mocking him, reminding him that he was just as bad as his father.
"I think it's best for us all to leave." Lauren whispered to Joey and Lucy. Whitney nodded in agreement. Silence followed them as Whitney, Lauren, Lucy and Joey filed out of the pub and into the dark night, the stars glittering like diamonds in the moonlight.
"What should I do?" Joey suddenly asked, the realisation dawning on him. "Do I see her?"
"Joey, I hate you as much as she does right now." Lauren answered sharply. "But don't you think she's had enough for one night? She's probably in bed right now, crying her eyes out because of what you two have done. So I hope you're happy, but maybe it's time for you both of you to go home and go to bed. Although preferably not the same one."
Joey nodded sadly before mooching off in the direction of the B&B.
"I thought you were Jaye's friend, Lucy." Whitney said quietly. "Or did you forget that whilst you were screwing her boyfriend?"
"I didn't mean-"
"No, you never do." Lauren snapped coldly before her and Whitney turned and walked away, leaving her in the street.
