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dreamy - I could see she was just dying to make out with her darling hunk-o-spunk.’
‘Oh, don't bitch, Ashley. It mightn’t be what we're into, but they sure make a cute pair.’ Despite what she said, Saffron was feeling pissed-off with Abigail. Abby's being totally idiotic, she thought, and could be getting into very deep water.
There were very few people left in the hall now. The band had stopped playing and Wolf had gone to the car park to fetch the van. Mitch walked past with his arms full of carry-bags. He smiled conspiratorially at Saffron and called out cheekily to the snoggers in the corner, ‘Hey you two, get a room!’
It brought the two lovebirds to their senses. They hadn’t realised how few people were left and how obvious they were being. Abigail only just had time to get to her feet and smooth herself down before her elderly father arrived at the door to pick the girls up.
‘Oh me-oh-my, that was a freakin' close shave,’ Abigail whispered to Saffron on the way past. Saffron just grinned and handed over her friend's bag.
Finally everyone except poor Mr Szczepanik, who had to lock up the building, had gone home. Crammed into the van, like before, Saffron could not stop yawning. When they arrived home the others sent her straight inside. She just managed to remove her boots and jeans before tumbling into bed beside Kiwi, who was a very superior hot-water bottle.