My way

Sam fiddles with the cuff of his sleeve, then with his watch, scratching his wrist. Everything's wrong. He feels hemmed in - the church is too full and the atmosphere is too oppressive. He feels angry that no-one will talk to him. He's the eldest of all the cousins - he's twenty-two, not a kid - so why can't they just have a proper ( Read more... )

Part Two

He's not angry, he tells himself. He's not. It's just… he expected more of Robin. He stalks back to the bar, leaving his friends to their beer and he orders a martini. Boob-chick is still there but talking to her now would make him feel brittle so he downs his drink in one and heads out, telling himself that he needs some ( Read more... )