"Alright, so you're actually telling me that if you had the chance, you wouldn't shag Kate Moss?" Keith asked, downing the dregs of his beer and reaching for another.
"Nah, mate, I'm telling you, birds like Kate Moss, are nothing but trouble, plus she's skin and bones, and no one wants to shag a skeleton." Ike answered seriously, a grin spreading across his face when Bovver spit out his beer, choking on his own laughter.
After a few moments of silence, Bovver turned to Ike with a devilish grin on his face.
"So you wouldn't? What are you, gay?"
Amidst all the laughter Pete made his way back down the carriage and sank into the seat next to Ike with a smirk on his face.
"You didn't find 'em then?" Keith asked, pulling a pack of cigarettes out of his worn denim jacket, swearing at the empty pack before throwing it to the floor.
"Nah, stupid fuckers must have gotten on the train before this one," Pete shook his head and laughed mirthlessly. "At least they knew what was good for 'em."
Smiling at Bovver, his best mate since the age of 11, he turned to the rest of the boys.
"So what's this I hear about Ike being gay?"
"You've got to be shitting me," Allie Harding mumbled watching in horror as her phone blinked at her, once, twice, then died.
Cursing and throwing it back into her purse, she looked over at Will who was pacing the platform, and God forbid probably wearing a hole in his Armani loafers. Lara stirred on her lap and she pulled her friends hair out of her face, shaking her head at the utter ridiculousness of the situation.
Lara's birthday had been really good fun, they had been for dinner, hit some Soho bars and then gone clubbing; but the whole night, Will had sat there with a look on his face that told Allie he had wanted to be anywhere but there with her and their friends.
They had already argued before leaving her apartment and the fact that he then spent most of the night getting in as many digs as he could about "you and your friends" hadn't helped curb her temptation to push him into on-coming traffic.
They had only met 3 months ago, and already Allie found herself bored of the same old crap; Will was very much a founding member of the 'I've-got-my-head-up-my-own-arse society' and spent most of their first date telling her about all the companies that he and Daddy had managed to liquidate in the past 12 months.
Rolling her eyes at the memory, she was soon pulled out of her reverie as Will snapped his phone shut, stopped pacing and put his head in his hands.
"It could be worse," Lara hiccupped from her place lying on the bench with her head in Allie's lap. "At least we look good."
"I can't get hold of any taxi companies and we're stranded in bloody Brixton…tell me how it could get worse, please." Will snapped at her, from where he was staring at the train times on the cracked screen.
"Well, I could be a grumpy bastard who dresses like my Daddy and seems intent on ruining everyone's night…"
As Lara trailed off, Allie couldn't help the laughter that bubbled up in her throat and catching Will's look, she clapped her hand over her mouth like a child with her hand caught in the cookie jar.
"So you think this is funny, do you?" He snapped, crouching down so he was in her face. "Well let's see you laughing when we get fucking stabbed and mugged."
Rolling her eyes, Allie felt Lara giggle against her leg.
"Oh for fuck's sake Will, we're not going to get stabbed, we'll just get on the next train that pulls in."
Blinking, Will shook his head and laughed. "That's your plan? Just hop on the next train that pulls into the station?" Turning away from her, he put his hands behind his head and laughed mirthlessly, causing an echo through the empty station.
"Oh, come on Will, enough with the dramatics…we're all pissed and tired, but you're the only one who's being a prick so just…"
Snapping around to face her, Allie actually felt fear run through her at the look of pure anger on Will's face.
"I'm being a prick? I'm being a prick? Let's see, you get drunk, make a spectacle of yourself in that night club, and we've missed our train because we had to wait for her," he gestured to Lara who was too busy laughing at nothing to pay attention to him. "To finish vomiting her guts out in the street, so you tell me again who's being a prick, Allie."
With every word Allie became more and more grateful that Lara was leaning on her, because if she had been able to get up, she was certain that she would have pushed Will on to the tracks below without even a smidge of remorse.
Before she could answer a train pulled up to the platform, breaking the tension between them. Gently easing Lara into the sitting position, Allie grabbed her purse and pulled her friend to her feet.
"There we go," Allie told her pulling a twig out of her hair. Lara swayed on her feet a bit and offered her a drunken smile along with a "You're so pretty".
She turned towards the train, but Will grabbed her by the arm, hard.
"Where are you planning on going?" he asked loudly.
"Look, Will, if we get on this train, it's going to take us that little bit closer to home and then we can find a cab and we'll in bed in no time, alright?" Allie sighed, her attention shifting between Will's questioning look and keeping Lara on her feet.
"I ordered a taxi an hour ago…" Will glanced at his phone, swearing when he noticed the time. "It's fucking 2am and I've got a meeting at 9."
"And if we get on this train then you'll be in bed by 3," Will opened his mouth again to argue. "Please, Will, just help me out, please?" Allie hated pleading with him, he would get a smug look on his face that told her he had won, even when there was no fight.
Looking around the platform for an invisible solution, Will sighed heavily and threw his arms in the air.
"Fine, whatever, let's just get on the fucking train," He ordered pushing Allie forward towards the barrier. Shrugging off his touch, Allie stepped forward onto the train, just as Will spotted the cab pulling up outside the station.
"Allie, there's a cab!" He called, holding Lara up as he raised his hand to hail the cab. Pulling Lara towards the taxi, he opened the door and placed her in the backseat ignoring her complaint as she bumped her head against the door.
"Listen, can you give me one second, I just need to get my…our friend?" He asked the driver, before running off without waiting for a reply. Jogging towards the train, he watched as Allie stepped into the carriage and turned around to face him with a confused look on her face as the doors began to slide shut. Reaching out, Will prevented them from closing fully.
"Get off, we've got a cab." He told her, reaching for her hand; giving her an annoyed look when she visibly shrunk away from him.
"What do you mean, where's Lara?" She asked, glancing around him to where Lara was waving drunkenly from the cab window. Smiling at her friend, Allie turned her attention back to the impatient man in front of her.
"Are you getting off or not?" Will asked, anger evident in his voice as he shifted from foot to foot.
"Where's the cab going?" Allie asked cursing as the lights in the carriage blinked again. Will gave her a wilting look, before grabbing her purse out of her hand and walking off the train back onto the platform.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?" Allie demanded, following his retreating form as he marched towards where the cab was parked.
"Allie, we've got a cab, what does it matter where it's taking us?" He shouted at her, throwing his arms in the air.
Fucking drama queen, Allie thought with a giggle.
"How about because I live on the other side of town to you?" She answered, shrugging and noticing not for the first time in the last half hour the goose bumps running up and down her bare arms.
"I assumed that you would stay round my place…" Will told her with such certainty that it made her blood boil, and before she could stop herself she was shouting back at him.
"Well, what the hell makes you think that I want to stay with you?" She asked in exasperation; she couldn't work out whether the bloke was stupid or merely innocent to the hatred that she felt for him.
"After the way you've treated me tonight? Making snidely little remarks, giving me dirty looks, making comments about my friends…. do you honestly think that you can do that? Daddy might let you get away with that kind of shit, but I sure as hell won't."
With every word she said to him, Allie could see the anger seething out of him; she knew that she had pushed him a bit far, but she regretted nothing, everything that she had just told him had needed to be said.
Taking an involuntary step back, in fear of his reaction, Allie felt her breath catch in her throat.
Staring at her for an eternity, Will finally seemed to snap out of the shock that her speech had put him in, and glared at her.
"Fine," he spat, throwing her purse at her feet. "Stay here and rot, see if I care." And with that, he turned and walked back towards the taxi, before jumping in and slamming the door.
As Allie watched the cab disappear into the night, she didn't know whether to laugh or cry. She had put herself in this position, but this wasn't quite what she had been expecting; he'd left her on the platform of Brixton train station with £10, and not much else. Laughing bitterly to herself she noted that she would be lucky to make it home alive. But then wouldn't that be the ultimate punishment? She thought with another laugh.
She was pulled out of her reverie by the sound of the train pulling off its brakes; turning, she swore under her breath as she sprinted towards it managing to squeeze in between the doors before they shut completely. Glancing about the empty carriage, it occurred to her as the lights flickered again, that she was on her own, on a train in Brixton at 2am in the morning, looking like she'd just come from a party, and would therefore have money…in other words, she was a complete target for any chavs on the hunt for a quick buck.
Noticing the light pouring in from the next carriage along, she picked up her purse and pushed the button, causing the doors to swish open; the voices that had carried up through to the previous carriage stopped suddenly and she found herself under the scrutiny of the group of guys sat near the far end of the carriage.
Shit, ok, stay calm, everything will be alright, she told herself, sitting down on one of the worn chairs next to the scratched window.
i Just keep looking out the window and you'll be home safe and sound in no time and you can laugh about this in the morning i …
Feeling the draft blow through the compartment, she shivered wishing that she had remembered to bring a wrap or even Will's jacket. Her strapless black dress was pretty, but not ideal for November weather, especially when sat on a tube train at 2 in the morning. Rubbing her hands together, she pulled her phone out of her purse and noted the time.
No missed call from Will saying he was sorry, or even, I hope you don't get killed on your way home. Nothing. Tossing it back into her bag, she let her head fall back against the headrest and glanced down at her phone again.
It was going to be a bloody long ride home.